Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1919-10-24

About twenty field hands"
"And house servants?"
"Three or four
The gamblers lips set more tightly,
a dull CLEAN creeping into his eyes.
"See here, Beaucaire," he Kissed
sharply. "This is my game, and |
play square and never squeal. | know
about what you've got, for I've looked
them over; thought we might get
down to this sometime can make
pretty fair guess as to what your mig
gers are worth. That's why l just
raised you ten thousand and put up
the money. Now if you think this is
bluff, call me-"
"What do you mean?"
''That l will accept your niggers as
covering my bet"
'sThe field hands?"
Kirby smiled broadly.
"The whole bunch-field hands and
house servants. Most of them are old
1 doubt if altogether they will bring
that amount, but I'll take the risk.
Throw in a blanket bill of sale, and
We'll turn up our cards. If you won't
do that the pile is mine as it stands"
Beaucaire again wet his lips, staring
at the uncovered cards in his hands.
He could not lose; with what he held
no combination was possible which
would beat him. Yet in spite of this
knowledge the cold, sneering conf
dence of Kirby brought with 1t
strange fear. The man was profess
sional gambler. What gave him such
recklesSness? Why should he be so
eager to risk such a sum on an in
ferior hand? McAfee, sitting next
him. leaned over, managed to gain
swift glimpse at what he held, and
eagerly whispered to him word of
encouragement. The judge straight
ened up in his chair, grasped a filled
glass someone had placed at his elbow,
and gulped down the contents. The
whispered words, coupled with the
fiery liquor, gave him fresh courage.
"By heaven, Kirby I'll do it!' he
blurted out "You can't bluff me on
the hand I've got. Give me a sheet
of paper, somebody-yes, that will
do"
He scrawled half-dozen lines,
fairly digging the pen into the sheet
in his fierce eagerness, and then
signed the document. tlinging the pa
per across toward Kirby
"There, you bloodshcker," he cried
insolently. rs that all right? VIII
that dO?"
The imperturbable gambler read j.
over slowly, carefully deciphering each
word, his thin lips tightly compressed.
'You might add the words, This in
cludes every chattel slave legally be-
longing to me-" he said grimly.
"That is practically what / did say"
"Then you can certainly have no
objection to putting it in the exact
words / choose" calmly. 81 intend to
have what is coming to me if [ win,
and know the law"
Beaucaire angrily wrote In the re-
CURED extra line.
"Now what?" he asked.
.sLet McAfee there sign it as wit
ness, and then toss it over into the
pile" He smiled, showing line of
white teeth beneath his mustache.
''Nice little pot, conference.-the judge
must hold some cards to take chance
like that" the words uttered with a
Sneer "FOurs, at least or maybe he
has had the luck to pick straight
flush"
Beaucaire's face redeemed, and his
eyes brew hard.
"That's my business" he said terse-
ly. "Sign it. McAfee, and I'll call this
growing cockerel. You young fool,
played poker before you were born.
There now, Kirby, I've covered your
bet"
perhaps you would prefer to raise
it?"
"You hell-hound-no That is my
limit, and you know it. Don't crawl
now, or do any more bluffing. Show
your hand-I've called YOU"
Kirby sat absolutely motionless, his
cards lying face down upon the table,
the white fingers OF enc hand resting
lightly upon them, the othSr arm con-
cealed He never once removed his
gaze from Beaucaire's face, and his
expression did not change, except for
the almost insulting sneer on his lips.
The silence was profound, the deeply
interested men leaning forward, even
holding their breath IN intense eager
ness. Each realized that a fortune
lay on the table; knew that the old
judge had madly staked his all on the
value of those five unseen cards
gripped in his fingers. Again, as
though to bolster up his shaken cour-
age, he stared at the face of each, then
lifted his bloodshot eyes TO the inn
passive face opposite.
.sBeaucaire drew two kayards, .
whispered an excited voice near me.
HE'LL So did Kirby" replied an
other They're both of 'em old
hands"
The sharp exhaust of distant
steam pipe below punctuated the ST.