The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1914-01-11

a second, before the greedy hands were
| pulled back. that the left one was in
caSed In glove. and that the man sunk
MS gloved hand deep in his coat pocket
| Immediately afterward and did net re-
| move ii again.
Half an hour later he OF the unhealthy.
and with another vile oath pushed back
| ms stool in savage disgust. A watchful
waiter came softly behind him. and asked
him In soothing tone what he would
| drink with the proprietor"
| Tell the proprietor TO go to helli'
shouted the thin man, smashing his un-
gloved fist against the tray in the wait
| er's hands. AS IL crashed TO the floor,
one of the cappers swung round. and
caught the ghouls arm.
That stuff don't go here. Frog! Come
back when you feel better" he warned
with threatening emphasis.
III go when ] get damn good and
ready the dead-faced gambler shouted
IN a high-pitched tone. snatching his
srm away, and ninging himself down
again on the stool. his treacherous face
knotted and slowering with passion.
No one paid the slightest attention to
him after that, The wheel rolled on.
ly lost, and turned his attention TO the
man on the other side of him. a wobbly-
chinned youth. evidently a flat" pos
sibly deiaulting clerk, surely very IN
judiclous player.
At length Poe's stock of chips grew
Very low waiter came to him with
sandwich and glass of beer and he
pushed back his stool and looked on idly
as he ate his sandwich, chatting mean
while with the young fellow beside him.
whom he finally advised to cease playing
Tor q few minutes until the run OF luck
against him should he over.
Picking up 20-cent chip from his
stack, Poe turned 10 the young fellow
and remarked In the manner OF typical
"a little white chip just like this with
the same three circles and all, saved a
mans life once
How was that asked the young
fellow, languidly Interested
The man I'm speaking of was
sport. began Poe, moving back slightly
to make sure that the dead-faced man
at his left could hear quite plainly. and
slipping into the vernacuar easily He
started as boy turning handsprings,
era wiling through sewer pipes. wrisgllng
back TO pick handkerchief off the floor
behind him, and things Ike that He got
go good he went on the stage as con-
quick glance from beneath his NANCY
lashes. and tried to pretend he did not
hear
went to mis- head. He won $4,000 In Texas
in a Mexican lottery. He was crazy
sort Of guy. Booze got him. He dropped
down till he was just henger-on be
where he used to act. and at a couple OF
gambling dumps where he got o chance
once in a while TO make a little coin
as a capper He did a bit OF stealing
too"
The blanched faced fellow was now
leaning toward Poe and listening open
ly. blinking his siclsly. ereenish red |
trimmed eyes at each sentence much |
more interested than the man Poe ad- |
dressed.
Finally" Poe continued. 'he go, an |
idea. Somebody suggested that he rob |
a bank. He'd never tried ANYTHING
that big before. but this pal sold him
the keys and the comblnat ton 10 the
safe. Poe felt the frog-faced fellow
at his left start. He failed In that,
per succeeded in committing muir
der. Poe saw out OF the corner OF
his eyes that the thin, pale gambler
hunched on the stool beside him was
trembling and had turned his pallId
face away. We'll, he escaped through
the door, Of the roof OF the vaudeville
house, where he used 10 hang out