The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-08-31
JUSTICE SPINS YARN ABOUT
FAMOUS CHUCK-A-LUCK PLA YER

ing him just little grain cars less about
the limit, and palming the dice.
Limit Was 81
heretofore, according to the rules of
this joint the limit of the bets on the
game was one dollar, and no Gent could
double his bet, nor handle the dice, but
being as Hicks was getting on velvet and
becoming a Capitalist he sorter sagged
down on them rules, letting the limit go
as high as a cats back, and otherwise
acting keerless and genial
Hamp Cook finding he had struck a
snag in his matrimonial Intentions,
thought out a scheme for busting the
everlasting stuffing out of that Chuck
luck outfit. He borrowed all the money
his neighbors had, combined it with his
own wad, and fronted up ergin that hold
up game with a roll of the long green big
enough to choke COW.
After. bucking the game for awhile
with immaterial results Hamp remarks
to that gambling Hicks, Look here, AL
phabet. this piccayune commercial trans
actions sorter irks me. It's too much
like playing Crokay with a Lady Sunday
School Teacher It's too puny and tame
for Gent that's alive. Why it's no
more exhilerating than feeding baby
soup with a fork Now IL there was a
real Sport back of that board he'd let a
Scientist bet few in his own way, Just
to show that 1t was shore enough mans
game
THAT numerous named Hicks, with
all his winning ways to make people hate
him, was nevertheless a dead game Sport,
so that he promptly spoke up, scornful
and gritty, Play the game your own
way. The limit is off, and you can bet
higher than Gilderoy's kite If you feel like
IT, All you've got TO so is to produce the
spondulix and I'll cover it on any system
or In any way known to civilized man
but you had better kiss your money good
bye before you stack up against me-
Ihere goes hundred dollars that says
the bones will show eleven spots says
Hamp, planking down the currency.
Raked In the Bet
Hicks covered the dough. ratified the
dice and threw them on the board with
a disdainful air, and three aces was what
them bones showed, and then he raked in
the bet. Two hundred goes that she
VIII fall eleven, spoke Hamp Cook, shov
ing the coin on the plank. Again he lost,
and then without quivering a eyelash he
bet four. eight and sixteen hundred dol
lars, doubling the bet each time and
winning on the sixteen hundred dollar
proposition. Then Cook went back to his
original hundred dollar bet, doubling each
time he lost. In an hours time the sweat
just poured off'n Alphabet. He got pale
anu Ho WOulu BflL MS teeth every time
Hamp collared his plunks.
THE gal was there, also a big crowd
of reub financiers, watching this fiscal
duel Because, somehow, the idee had
got out that these yere wagcrs meant
business. so that the occasion was
mighty popular with the neighborhood
Hamp's face was as cam as bar
room looking glass, but the Hicks per-
son was fidgetty and fretful As for
the gal she looked q 81
and quiet as giving out a hymn at a
prayer meeting We all crowded around
drawing deep breaths, feeling plenty of
thrills as the hunks of greenbacks went
from one to the other
After saving back and forth for
nearly two hours with varying results
Hampton Cook counted over his money
and says: ventures my whole pile
on this double. and goes broke or
breaks you right yere. / bets $4,000
them dice will show II on the next
throw Hicks searched his clothes and
laid down an equal sum. hut it took his
last dollar. Slowly and carefully he
emptied out the dice on the board.
them bones added up exactly IL.
One More Chance
AS Hicks was turning away from
the board looking like a wounded an
imai, Hamp says to him: I will give
you one more chance to win that money
back. | love your sister and hopes to
win her consent after 1 win yours l.
viii put $4,000 against your consent
Hicks merely nodded his head anG
reached for the dice as if he was going
to throw, but Hamp stayed his hand
No. says Hamp. it's my proposition
and I want a different party 20 fling
the dice. The lady herself shall make
the throw Again Hicks mods his head
The gal sorter flushed up and then got
pale, but looking steadily at Hampton
across the board she says: L am IS.
and I suppose that age permits me to
determine my own destiny smiling.
mighty meaningly at Hamp.
"As she took the box in her hand
she asked: What number do you bet
will fall Mr.. Cook?' That guileful Cook
person answer quick: Sweetheart
will guess the same number of years
you have lived-1S' Reaching the box
up the whole length of her arm she
shook the dice with tuneful rattle,
up in the air. and with her wide eyes
lovingly fixed on Hanip she brought IT.
down in a graceful swoop emptied out
the bones-and. I'm a nigger, II there
warn't three skies turned up into the
white sunlight, Hicks reached across
the board and shook hands. I am done,
he said Take her and be good to her.
1amp walked over to the maiden, put
his arm around her and proudly Kissed
her. If she scorned his kiss I didn't OBJ
serve it.
WAS it luck. you ask? Thunder. no.
That gal just work -as we
call 1t. on Hicks. Horses Is dice with
skies on every side so It's just OBJ
liged to be IS. She hinted to EIamp to
guess that number. Gals is funny prop
ositons."