Palestine daily herald. [volume] (Palestine, Tex.) 1902-1949, 1910-07-13
|MyUncle' sStory
By A. B. sEARIE
Copyright. 1910. by American Press
Association.
By A. B. SEARIE

UNCUT ~ part VI tue way ny Stedm
boat, another by stagecoach and the
balance by canal. In such convey,
ances people were thrown together in
timateiy, and lifelong friendships were
often made The passenger canalboat
was the first to pass out Of use, and
there are few living who remember ii
as method of travel.
1t was In 1916 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 modern
sleeping car. Between these was the
cabin, where the passengers lounged
during the day and evening. At 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 off, and in it were card Ia
bles. At one of these tables sat pro-
fessional gambler fleeing a youngster
Of twenty.
That youngster was my uncle, and
got the story / am about to tell from
him.
He had been deputed to carry some
$1,000 from Pittsburg to Harrisburg
How the gambler knew that he had
the money with him he did not learn.
MY uncle played with the sharper till
he had lost all the money that had
been given him for his expenses, then
began to play with bis trust fund. He
quit at II o'clock at night. having lost
half of the $4,000.
The next morning was Sunday. A
service was held in the cabin conduct
ed by clergyman slightly past mid
die 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
J. the speaker showed an intimate
knowledge Of all forms of swindling
at cards. He was looking straight at
my uncle while be talked and seemed
to be speaking to him personally.
Then my uncle remembered that while
playing with the gambler he had seen
the clergyman standing among those
overlooking the game
Notwithstanding that 1t was Sunday
my uncle was eager TO renew the play,
hoptaz=to WIN. back what he had lost.
he argued that to lose any part of
the fund. with which he had been in
terested would ruin him the same as
II he lost the whole Therefore Sun
day afternoon he proposed to the gam
bier that they go to their curtained
space for more play. The gambler.
who knew well enough that the
youngster would be after him, assent
ed. and they were soon at play.
OF course my uncle lost steadily.
His last thousand dollars was slowly
melting away when who 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 a professional
gambler and is playing with marked
cards."
Picking up one of the cards lying on
the table face down. the speaker. rub
bling his thumb on 1t, 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 all 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 bluff.
,"What you got to do with this bust
ness, anyway? You're parson and
don't know any more about cards than
mule You just get out of here or |
I'll find way to put you out"
"How much has he won from you. |
boy?" asked the clergyman of my I'M
Gle
Seven thousand dollars
Give me what you have left The |
only way ! can get your loss back for
you from this man is to win it at his
own game There's honor among
thieves. He won't do it one way. but |
he will another"
My uncle turned over few hundred
dollars he had left. The .clergyman sat
down. a new pack of cards was
brought out. and at it they went. At
the end of an hour the clergyman had
$4,000. At the end of the
second hour he had lost $500. At the
end of the third hour he had regained
all but $500 of my uncle's loss, and In
half an hour more he had won every
cent the gambler had taken. He SHOW
ed his winnings over to the boy he had
saved from ruin.
There's only one man that can get
the better of me on any game of
cards." said the gambler, land /
haven't seen him for eighteen years"
Warren Phillips?"
Yes"
THAT'S my name"
The gambler looked at him in aston
shment
yes; / was one Of the professionals
In those days. though never played
any but fair game. But / quit it and
now look upon 1t with horror | ran
FOR years on the Prairie Belle and won
/ lot Of money. It's all now in church