Evening journal., 1912-02-02

from nowhere in particular that we can see, and
that don't look exactly like happy days. It's fault
there's been bit of coarse work somewhere. The
man is supposed TO have four aces, which he has and
Tex, according TO our usual frameup. is due with
royal hush He's got the noble flush all right but te
topped with the Of hearts which of the onions
four There's tryn' to square break like that,
and we're not making any efforts to with the small
talkin' so loud.
Say" he bellows "there's something crooked here
and one of you boods dealt it, I'll Just take that pot
and the time you try to rake in I'm going to
lay another heart the table that don't beong there
He's talking to Crowley when he spills that last
promise and to make it stick he lays the point of his
oube-edged hunting knife up alongside the third but
ton on Tex's vest Honest to goodness, stand for
It like perfect little ladies under the crcs and feel
better when the boss of the place in and stands
beside the homicide gentleman
The bloodthirsty one seems perfectly willing to
keep on playing but our enthusiasm amt what it used
to be-we don't know whether we're being played foe
suckers by the roomful or not.
7 n about half an hour the FIRE eater drops Tex
winning hand and keeps very decent assortment
himself, and the ceiling is almost raised off On ths
showdown Tex wins, but he thinks maybe the knife
will tell him he doesn't It's comical moment. Tex
sits there like big dub looking first the gink
posite him. then at the pot then back again The Net
ropoes handsome owner still snuggled up against the
back of the knife thrower's chair, and with tell
motherhow-thappened look at him Tex pulls down the
returns after what a year.
There isn't a whimper from the destroyer, but he
earful the way.
It's time before the magnate breezes back,
and when he does he looks at Tex aud laughs
1T may look like a TO you" says Crowley
with face like judge, "but I'm doggoned if knew
whether TO take that pot or not"
He wouldn't have done much carving with this
laid up against his spne surmises the PoohBah Of ms
house. holding blue six-cynder out ON the fat
of his hand. Il borrowed it expecting Smoky Davis.
When the gun we jump.
Say sbreks Tex, that's my gun you've got
there! See that notch in the stockg Well that's "a
remind me of the only guy shot at and missed.
Why, only hooked that smoke wagon to-day!
Yes, know all that" comes the rejoinder. i
the pawnshop By the way Gerte told me ia
tell you boys that dinners ready
And by the way again." smiles Jerry, you've got
bottle of grape-you know, wine-doWnstairs that
want with that dinner"
Sorry boys" says the host, 'but the sheriff was
tickled at havin' Christmas shooting fight with
Smoky Davis that I sold him the bottle Of champagne
10 so with his corned beef.
We file to the door about as cheerful a dirge,
hoping the sheriff gets bubble crossways in his throat
and chokes to death.
This Smoky Davis terror must be a regular
scamp guesses Tex as start down the three fights
What does he look lkef"
The wine-wasting landlord unfurs smile thai
almost talks out loud
oh says he "smoky's pasty lookin' little geezeI
who wears funny duds and doublebarreled hunting
knfe!'