The Tomahawk. [volume] (White Earth, Becker County, Minn.) 1903-192?, 1925-12-31

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tight over my eyes that I couldn't see
nothin' but the three chorus girls In
my hand on which, by tn way,
dropped more than many a Pittsburgh
stogie does on the real goods. To git
70 IN point: We was playin' jack
pots, ten bones to come in an ten to
open, an the limit was about ten feet
over the roof. I wish you could have
seen that pot! Bill Wilson opens for
ten an the kid somehow always
call him the kid-hikes the opener
ten, everybody trailin' in. Bill was
dealin' and the kid, sittin' on his left.
was the first to draw cards. Bill picks
| up the deck an asks the kid how
many. One says he. Just as Bill
starts to hand him the card he fum-
bles the deck an they falls all over
the table an floor. Well, Bill picks
EN- up. shuffies 'em a few, an as he
starts to pass the kid the single paper
ne called for. the kid pipes I'D,
changed my mind, Bill, slip me the
top three None Of US took no notice
OF It. l thinks to myself he's decided
to draw to pair instead of his four
nush or bobtail. Well, won't try to
tell you how the bettin' went but all
or US was froze out but Bill an the
KID, each havin' drawn to a pair.
FINALLY, Bill throws In his last chip
a blue one that's worth TWENTY-FIVE
long green. There's twenty-five he
says; I'm twenty-five shy on call of
your fifty raise I got two pair of
nVes,' says the kid. Well, Bills a good
loser an he smiles when he lays down
one spots full on kinks, but the smile
hurt just the same. The kid raked
IN the pot an cashed in $4,000 In
chips beside the pile Of greenbacks in
front Of him that looks like a st. Pat.
day parade. As we breaks up the kId
says. We'll, things Is lookin' alive.
chr an he laughs that cold, unpleas.
ant laugh that you never forget If you
hear 1t once. I used to hear it lots
when l was dealin' stud on the Mis-
sissippi, but I never heard no college
boy let one loose before-it's a dyed
in-the-wool gamblers laugh, an it set
more'n one of US thinkin'.
Next morning, or rather afternoon.
the kid was rowin' some Of the danes
out after pond lilies, SO when Bill
Wilson comes out on the porch where
the rest Of US was nursin' some MANS
sized grouches, things was clear for a
post-mortem on last nights game.
Boys says Bill, I amt whinin'
nor amt got no proof for the line of
thought my busy brain has been
handin' me since last nights game,
but either that kids a d-n fool or a
crook. Y know he changed his mind
on that last pot an drew three pa.
pers-he drew to a pair Of fives an
broke four-flush or a bob-tail to do
it. Now, I contends that a guy il
either nut, or has got the deck dope.
If he breaks either one to draw to q
pair Of phoebes-ain't that right? An
then did you pipe the laugh he hands
us as he stuffs the swag in his jeansY
Now, look here, Bill says, that
sounds like the right dope, but guess
the kids just a lucky NUT, cause I
don't see how he could be a crook;
you know warns up, feelin' that
the kid was bein' misjudged, you an
Inc an the rest Of the all-night gang
here Is too old hands to fan for any
cold decks or palmed cards, or any Of
them crusties, so all the chance a
sharper would have with US Is marked
cards, an you know, Bill, that buys
a supply of cards every yeaS before
the gang comes up, an that we use
new decks with the seals whole every
night, an, besides. keeps them cards
locked up in the safe, so how could
the kid mark 'em? No, Bill, guess
that he's just plain d-n fool, but
nix on the crook talk
swell, do you know, sir, that my
line of talk convinces Bill, so that he
begs my pardon for his suspicious line
of bunk. There amt much more to 1t.
The kid stays week longer an plays
every night, losin' big pile now an
then, but always winnin' it back with
few thousand per cent interest.
After he goes we hold an informal
caucus an dominates ourselves to the
penny-ante class for the rest Of the
season. We figures that the kid got
to US for about $4,000, which we
agrees Is rank extravaganza for one
weeks amusement which didn't
amuse."
Tim stopped, arose slowly and,
walking to the edge Of the porch,
threw his cigar stub away.
"Well," the young man asked eager
ly, "you said the article in today's pa
per cleared it up. What's the answer
Il give up"
Tim walked back to his chair, picked
the newspaper up and, holding it up
before the young man, pointed one
pudgy finger at the picture.
1.-THE young guy here is the kid; his
pal, this older-lookin' bloke, Is the
phoney drummer who sold me last
years supply of cards.
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