The Wallace miner. [volume] (Wallace, Idaho) 1907-current, 1915-01-21

s. against my king full after the draw
which, 1t was cinch, was good.
when Maude, who had long ago flung
her hand in the diseards, cackled out.
Oh, I'm going to play Chicago
hand and seized the pack.
Play What2' | queried somewhat
peeyishly for needed that 50 of Ber-
ties.
A Chicago hand she replied, as
she dealt herself some eArus. You
know out there in Chicago you can
throw away your hand, draw seven
fresh ones, discard two of them and
come back into the game ON the other
five. That's what I'm go,ng to do. A
white chip is enough TO put in, com
ing in late this way, she continued as
she tipped in a chip and skinned over
the cards You see, | didn't have the
fun of playing earlier in the hand.
And they called this poker, Bo.
What?
Il defended Chicago against any
such Islander as inyenting such crazy
play, while BERTHE smiled idiotic ad-
miration at her daring, but--oh what's
the use? She quietly sorted over her
seven cards, without listening to my
protest, tossed away couple--and
called my hand on four treys she had
picked out of that Chicago fistfull
That's drawing room poker, Bo! Say,
a Shanghaied sailors nightmare is a
summer idol compared to that game,
ColIides With the Hostess.
Gust before midnight | had dwindl.
ed down to the mere stub of stack,
when in a desperate attempt to pill
lage BERTHE, | collided with my hostess
which amiable lady had been playing
her cards close to her jeweled stom-
acher all evening and laying up for
herself treasures in chips, protesting
meanwhile, against taking her guests
money--but taking it all the same
had heavily raised the inquisitive Ber-
tie on three Fights and the hospitable I
lady had stayed for company she
said, and had broken a pair of tens to
draw to a bob-t tailed flush Neither
BERTHE nor | bettered in the draw, nor
did the hostess, according to my be- /
nighted western ideas Of poker, for in
her one-card draw she did not catch
her flush, but drew ten-spot of an
other suit. Seeing it was ten,
however, she coolly remarked that she
had>really intended to draw the other
way, fished her discarded ten out of
the dead timber, flipped away a side
card and, calling my three Fights
spread out the three tens and tri-
swept in the last poland
my last chip. Then, with a dazzling
smile, she apologized to the ladies'
the ladies, mind you, Bo--for winning
the last pot in her own house.
Broke in a Blizzard.
"The rest is all troubled memory
If you know anything about the cap
Ital you know that the government
dumps all the old shelf-wor billiards.
ana SHONSlOFIlS onto washington,
They must have been cleaning out the
drawers of the weather bureau while
we were playing last night for step
ped outdoors after that drawing room
game into regular Montana blizzard
and never a cent for carfare even.
Il ploughed through the drifts to
corner where a night-liner was NOV
ing back and forth, and made a red
light talk to the driver, but much deal
Ing with the FOSTERING youth of mid
night Washington had worn his faith
in human nature down to painful
So I had to stumble for
IL blocks through that storm, with
between me and the north
pole but an open faced shirt. That's
the reason that this morning Pm
yes, I'll take another, thank you.
"As patriotic citizen, | love draw
poker and ! love the ladies, but II
you're going to mix 'em on me, then
what is it that old Persian guy
says? Turn down my empty glass,
or something like that. That's me"