The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1908-09-20
THE EXTRA DOLLAR +.
i AND A half
A Gofdfiefd Exile Tells How He
Didn't Ever Gel . Drink Out
of His Winnings.

Of His Winnings.
The man with the frayed coat sleeves
had thrown q seven. He had 1let her
ride n too often.
sup Jumps the devil!s chhnted the
dealer. yawning and looking at the clock
az he swept the money across the table
and put in the stack.
The srimy hands, dangling through
the cuffless sleeves, clutohsd the edge OF
the table for an instant md then the
man was crowded aside. He blinked
and turned his pockets inside out in the
hope Of finding another dime. The
dealer shifted the buck with faoile fingers
and continued his chant.
She's q six-we pay the six-eight this
~time-step up gents and play the come
II you don't like the line-the boss dom
need. the money-tske It away from him.
g~ents-take it away-well, It's Jimmy
Hicks again.
The big bouncer pushed through the
crowd with a tray full Of drinks. A
half circle Of intent faces were bent on
the green ooncave of tbs table where
the dice fell. Some were bearded, some
were shaven, some we're brown from
the desert and some were white from the
mines; some were clean cut and alert
and some wore the look Of despair. The
droning monotone Of the dealers chant
rose above the bedlam Of voices. the
shnfling Of feet and the thump Of glasses
on the bar.
A young mining engineer stood near
leaning against an artificial palm, which
anne palm often a referred to as con-
stitutins tho sole agricultural esouro
Of Goldfeld. The man who had lost
looked at the engineer resentfully and
the engineers puttees and close fitting
breeks were offensive to him. But he
was thirsty and kept down his ranoor.
Say. pal, will you stake me to q drink
he ssid. Il just got cleaned, and think
II I could get me face into Q tall n Wit
a collar on II I'd feel better"
Don't you think you'd better take q
whiskey to brace you up O little? I know
how II feels. Yesf Hank. bring US . couple
Of whisksys."
you don't look like q Westerner.'
said the mans benefaotor. when thcy had
draine1 the glasses and placed them on
the bar.
-Me q Testerner? I should cay I anti
Nix on this western dope for mine. I'm
from little old Manhattan. I am. Say,
you're from New York too. amt your
I can tell EN- every time. Sorne olaes 10
a New Yorker. These mutts out here
ain this one hell Of q burg?'
He had thrown open the door and was
peering out into the street. It was dark.
but the great. grim malapai rock which
buttressei the town to the southwest
still was outlined In intensified blsckness.
The windows Of the dance hall opposite
leered at the night from under the lowered
blinds. A chilling desert wind. laden with
fine pebbles. smote them in the face.
yes. Il sure Is ono hell Of q burg the
engineer agreed. drawing back. You'd
better come inside and close the door.
You'll freeze TO death. The keno games
breaking up early tonight. Come on back
and sit down by the stove. You seem to
DO playing In hard luck
-Yes, I've had considerable hard luck
raid the ether. rubbing his unshaven jowl
re6octivoly as they sat with chairs tilted
back neal the stove
The engineer passei him . cigar and
they smoked . while in silence. The
crowd had gathered about q popular
prizeAghter who ives telling what he
intended to do to Kid McGuegan.
do you know Sheeney Ike's place In
Bleecker streeti'' said the seedy n
abruptly.
The other man shook his head. His
questioner looked at him long and crit
ica!ly before beginning again.
s0f course you don't want to blow any
thing I'm tellin' you, because 1t might
get me in bad. but when I'm In New York
I'm Q sort Of q locker for Ike's fence, you
know. / don't do any jobs myself. but
I'm In wrong Wit the police and all the
fly mugs has me dopcd out for q dip.
you zee, I wa Wit Q bunch Of cheap
jieger dips for q while. and after I quit
EN- the police charged up some Of the
jobs to me. But they didn't have muffin
on me snd ] don't get pinched. But one
day / sees one Of the bulls from Mulberry
street over on my beat and I'm tipped oil
that he's after me.
Il sees I'm goin' to get sloughed. 90
when he comes around the corner I taps
him on the head wit q piece Of pipe I
carries In me jeans and then I puts on q
little disappearin' sketoh. I had been
thinkin' for some time Of gettin' out Of
New York and I figures this is Z nne
time ter do n.
well, I got out to Reno and then down
here. Say, now, you don't want to blow
any OF that. But then I can tell you amt
that sort Of q gent
Again there was q long silence.
Have you got any kids1'
mo; have your
yes, I got one; it's funny ! should have
one, and not you, amt it7 That's the way
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