Bisbee daily review., 1911-11-05


 away from you-all"
 Nobody urged. They took his re- fasal ss final. and the Virgin was pressing his arm to turn him away in pursuit of the supper-seekers, when be experienced change Of heart. IL was not that he did not want to dance, nor that he wanted 10 hurt her but that insistent pressure on his arm put his free man-nature in revolt. The thought in his mind was that he dlo not want any woman running him Himself fayorite with women, never theless they did not bulk big with him They were toys, playthings, part Of the relaxation from the bigger game or life. He met women along with the whisky and gambling and from obsef- vation he had found that fl was far easier to break away from the drink and the cards than from a woman once the man was properly entangled. He resisted the pull on his arm by the mere negative mass of him, and said:
 q sort Of feel a hankering to give you-all fiutter."
 Tact and sympathy stroye with him, and he smiled with his eyes into the Virgins eyes as he said
 !"You-all go and get some grub. ain't hungry And we'll dance some more by and by The nights young yet. Go it, old girl"
 He released his arm and thrust her playfully on the shoulder, at the same time turning to the poker players.
 Take or the limit and I'll go you all"
 Limits the roof" said Jack Kearns. once started, it was a quiet game, with little or no conversation. though ali about the players the place was s-roar Elan Harnish had ignited the spark. More and more miners dropped in 10 the Tivoli and remained. When Burning Daylight went on the tear. no man cared to miss 1t The dancing floor was full. The luck at the table varied monotoDously. no big hands be- ing out As s result. high play went on with small hands. though no play lasted long. But at three in the morn ing the big combination of hands ar rived. It was the moment of moments that men wait weeks for in a poker game. The news Of it tingled over the Tiyoh. The onlookers became quiet. The men farther away ceased talking and moved over 10 the table. The players deserted the other games, and the dancing floor was forsaken, so that all stood at last. fFescore and more in & compact and silent group, around the poker table. The high betting went on, with the draw not in sight. Kearns had dealt, and French Louis had opened the pot with one marker in his case one hundred dollars. ! Campbell had merely seen" iE, but Elan Harnish, coming next. had l tossed in five hundred dollars, with the remark to Macdonald that he was letting him in easy. Macdonald ! glancing again at his hand, put in & 1 thousand in markers Kearns. de batting 8 long time over his hand, 1 finally saw" It then cost French Louis nine hundred to remain in the game, which he contributed after a | similar debate It cost Campbell ike wise nine hundred to remain and draw cards, but to the surprise of alr he saw the nine hundred and raised an other thousand
 "You-all are on the grade at last" Harnish remarked as he saw the rf- teen hundred and raised a thousand in turn. Helen Breakfasts sure or top this divide, and you-all had best look out for bustiu' harness ! Me for that same lady" accom- panied MacDonald's markers for two thousand and for an additional thou sand-dollar raise.
 q ain't got no more markers" Kearns remarked plaintlve!y. Wed best begin L o. Us"
 Glad you're going to stay" was MacDonaid's cordial response,
 q sin't stayed yet. I've got thou. sand in already How's it stand now?"
 'TtIl cost you three thousand for look in, but nobody will stop you from raising
 'Raise-h-I. You must think got pat like yourself" Kearns looked at his hand. But I'll tell you What I'll do, Mac. I've got a hunch. and Fll just see that three thousand"
 He wrote the sum on a slip of pa per, signed his name. and consigned # to the center Of the table.
 French Louis became the focus of all eyes. He fingered his cards nerv ously for a pace. Then. with a 'By Carl Ah got not one leetle beet hunch." he regretfully tossed bis hand into the dlseards.
 The next moment the hundred and odd pairs of eyes shifted to Camp bell
 q won't hump you. Jack" he said contenting himself with calling the requisite two thousand
 The eyes shifted to Harnish. who scribbled on piece of paper and showed it forward
 "I'll just let you-all know this ain't no Sunday school society of Dhilsn- thropy.", he said. rI see you. Jack. and raise you a thousand Here's where you-all get action on your pat, Mac
 Actions what I fatten on, and I