Bisbee daily review., 1910-08-31
.MyUncle' sStory By A. B. SEARLE Copyright. 1910. by American Press
 Association.

What a change half a century has made in methods of travel, In 1850 to reach .;ew York from Cincinnati. then the Queen City of the West. one might go a part of the way by steam boat, another by stagecoach and the balance by canal In such convey ances people were thrown together in- timately. and lifelong friendships were often made. The passenger canalboat was the first to pass out of use. and there are few living who remember 1t as a method of travel.
 IL was in lS45 that one of these pas senger canalboats was being dragged along by horse on the towpath. There were no staterooms. only berths something like those on a modern sleeping ear. Between these was the cabin, where the passengers lounGed during the day and evening. 1t that time the professional gambler worked in the narrow channels of the period He was on the steamboat. but did not disdain the canalboat On this canal boat a portion of the bow had been curtained of. and in it were card ta- bles. At one of these tables sat pro fesSional gambler neecing 6 youngster of twenty.
 That youngster was my uncle, and got the story l am about to tell from him.
 He had been deputed to carry some SS,0O0 from Pittsburg to Harrisburg How the gambler knew that he had tue money with him he did not Iesrr My uncle played with the sharper till he had lost all the money that had been given him for bis expenses, then began to play with his trust fund He quit st Il o'clock st night, having lost half of the SS.OoO
 The next morning was Sunday. A service was held in the cabin conduct ed by a clergyman slightly past mid de age. My uncle was much impress ed with his appearance and the fervor with which he spoke. His accent was that of the southerner. My uncle said that the clergyman attacked gambling. telling a number of interesting. many Of them pathetic, incidents. in which some foolish person had been robbed of all he possessed. In these stories the speaker showed an intimate knowledge of all forms Of swindling at cards. He was locking straight at my uncle while he talked snd seemed to be speaking to him personally. Then my uncle remembered that while playing with the gambier he had seen the clergyman standisg among those ovnrlooking the game.
 Notwithstanding that 1t was Suneay my uncle was eager 10 rcrew the piay, hoping to win back what he had lost He argued that to lose ary part of the fund with which he had been in- terested would ruin hirn the same as If he lost the whole. Therefore Sun day afternoon hs proposed to the gam bier that they % to their curtained space for more play. The gambler, who knew well enough that the youngscer would be afrer hIm. assent ed, and they were soen at play.
 Of course my uncle lost steadily. Ills last thousand dollars WIS slowly melting away when vho should walk in but the clergyman He stood look ing at the game for awhile, then said to my uncle: Boy. you can't play with this man. He's q professional gambler and Is playing with marked cards"
 Picking up one of the cards lying OF the table face down. the speaker. rub ping his thumb on it. said, The king of clubs" Then, turning it over. his prophecy proved correct In the same way he told the value of other cards. They were ali provided with minute points that could be felt but not easily seen. Then. turning to the gambler. he said, "Give the boy the money you have won from him."
 The gambler put up vigorous bun. What you got to do with this busl- ness. snyway7 You're a parson and don't know any more about cards than a mule. You lust get out of here or m fld way to put you out"
 "How much has he won from yos. boy?" asked the clergyman of ny un- cle.
 Seven thousand dollars"
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