The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-11-20
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 beardless lou4u lace. His short, dark hair receded from a high fore head and a thick mid body betokened afzke middle age and easy living A planter of the back country and a politician, his capital was certain native shrewdness and little else He quoted frequently from Gibbons ''De- cline and Fall of the Roman Empire"
 Of course, In company such as this, and at such a day, the conversation must turn inevitably to the ever fruit fuz topic of slavery. As they played they talked
 q would suggest" said Dunwody, that before we tempt the gods of fortune we should first pour hbation for their favor What. do you say, slRY' He turned to Jones and winked st Clayton
 SNo, no, no, siri No, thank you just as much, but never drink more than onct in a day. Unless-that Is, of course-unIess there is some very spe- c1a1 occasion, such as-this. But Tom"-turning to the colored boy Hold on thah, not too lfght!'
 The tokens were distributed and in accordance with the custom of the time, the table soon was fairly we'll coxered with money of divers sorts, gold coin, a lesser amount of silver, bills issued by many and divers banks In this or that portion of the country.
 Silence fell when the game really began. Half an hour and the passing of time was forgot.
 At first the cards ran rather severely asRinst the judge and rather in favor of Jones, who played with such thor oughness that presently there appeared before him a ragged pile of currency and coin Dunwody and Carlisle were loeers. but finally Dunwody began to edge in upon the accumulated win nIngs Of his neighbor on the right. An hour passed, two hours, more. The boat p1owed on downstream. Present y the colored boy began to light lamps A frown came on the forid counte- nance Of the young officer. The pile of tokens and currency before him less ened steadily. At last, in fact, he be gan to show uneasiness. He thrust a hand into q pocket where supplies seemed to have grown scarce. Dun w0dy looked up from his own last hand
 'sDont leave US just yet, friend" he said sYou may draw on me for all you like, if you care to continue. We shnn see that you get ticket back home No man can ask more than thatr
 Suppose I sit with you for one jack. pot. gentlemen said Carlisle. "The hour is growing late for me, and must plead other duties. When man is both busy and broke it is time for him to consider
 'sSo, no.r-expostulated the Hon. Will, liam Jones. who long since had forgot ten his rule regarding one drink a day. vrr1kT fox,d @% Tr~xCr Inf at a1lr'
 q don't know" said Dunwody. "sup- p0Be we make 1t one more jack pot all arDundF' They agreed to this.. It was Judge CIayton's deal.
 ~Gimme at least three,'' began the senator from Belmont, pickering out his lips in discontent.
 ssrhree good ones," consented the judge 'sHow many for the rest of youF'
 Dunwody shook his head. sspn stand as 1t is. please
 The judge quietly discarded two cards, Carlisle having done the same. The betting now went about with more than one increase from the Hon. William Jones, whose eyes apparently were seeing large. At last the "call" came from Carlisle, who snailingly moved the bulk of his remaining for tune toward the center of the table. Thereupon, with a bland and sane grille, the Hon William Jones shook his head and folded his cards together. The judge displayed queens and tens, the gentleman opposite queens and deuces. Dunwody laid down his own hand, which showed aces and fours. They all sighed.
 ..Gentlemen. you ali deserve to win. '' said Dunwody. q feel like thief.''
 Judge Clayton rose, laughing, slap ping Dunwody on the shoulder and giving his arm to MT. Jones. whom he assisted to his room.