Judge — July 14, 1883 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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the national game— I has bruised ay ill aed as by shin and face, led with deadly aim. vain, fora trace f ks from the na THE FARO-DEALER'S STORY. Amour the game's 1 T think that’s ne IV's pretty much like other When dealt upon the lity her here ty saqsuare want to play ler them a bit— haw won't hi In time they learn it doesn't pay And then they mies quit Tve dealt the game for thirty year— Pye left it new, Edidn’t fail— I sickened at one i And thereby han’ tL maw 1 tale nce Tran a toned one—ale you k Tthink I've seen you there Lon th Al If Vm not wr quare— Well, sir, Eran a thriving And dealt for half the ble I've had as muca us tive lay-outs als in town— And no chance to sit down, One venin chap strolled in: Fair hair, blue ey So fre clearcut face: h that you Gould see le was A stranger in the place He was at home, though, for [saw In his blue eyes the love of play And after that first evening's deal He searcely missed a day He played his pile right up and up, And never growled if luck was hard; He'd stack the limit up in blue On very second card. His luck was bad—sometimes the worst Lever saw, and I'v lots I've seen him in a single deal Lose seven double Business for me, of course; and yet Sometimes it almost seemed too bad. Of course [couldn't say a word But still T liked the lad. He'd lots of « He must hav \ hundred thous Before he h, though; 1 should think roped, si nd, first and last, nave up play We both qu He, poor boy, ame night— Mcient cause And T because T loathed the gamne— And this was how it was. 1 rensered us lame; mal amet THE JUDGE. He didn't bi It gave uit ina deal or twe So he put up a diamond i luck through, chips soon went A thy Without a word he p: And drew five hundr ing stone in mas a pin, So help me, € *Lwished him luck, As did exch player in the place Burn Upon a losing ace his Jast check eame my way He handed in bis wateh and chain, L think, three hi This tine of bets rex vere And tr The luck wis as before My ¢ The But still And never left his place 1 His hand lay: where hi And moved, hips bh as if te att irclet of dull gold bet he stopped ked at ita little space lurk wave of crimson blood ed hotly o'er his fa hen he drew it off—it cam Reluct Far cl nded it across to don't know what its value is But V1 redeem it first of all— What can [have on thi Ttook the rin Five dolla But T pw To let might have cost it avas worthle Fifty st in then, wt out try He plunked the pile down in the pot, Then low upon the table laid His head upon his folded arms, And so that cal was played. Well, the luck T told him w He took no n Three hundred on on three times, red we played 1 card, Would you bel The pot we eit? in that deal and never lost On, the national We we wful Iiletes for a ra ame, the national game f spi to it wee Trained like lefeat and stat Ready te stand in any pha Contident fel w at ev'ry bas Cocks of the walk at the national game! ‘>. PS Anu still the winner bid his f | Upon bis two arms crossed The deal was ont Espoke to hi He A net stir. nel there, a T raised his heads his piled-up ting —pes| The boy wa Fve often wondered to myself What th Aittin When he ben Nav hdl it fru hits we thro’ his mind wn his fair, young face mankind. What Regrets for Atul loathing of his hy Were burning in his ter life fos spent inva course, We do not know—it is as well At, do, years Such pang His face st Livedt throng! feel— inte f hell, in that brief deal. Ht was not till the inquest sat That 1 learned a The ring Was hi rem that ehanged his luck and life, wl mother's ring. me's sting — Poor boy! had his sad lot been east With different or Ater men, ite T never de GML, JESSOP, * SoLtp beer, which can be eh been introduced. It may fill a It want many young men who have here- tofore gone out between the acts fora breath of fresh air and other refreshments; but it is not likely to improve the morals of the world any considerable extent, ** Solid beer, which’ ean be chewed,” however, will put more money in the inventor's pocket than if he had da fluid bread which could be imbibed, 1 men would almost starve to death before throwing away their money on the latter . ° “Pwo Men Stabbed on a Pleasure Exeur- is the cheerful heading in one of the daily papers. ‘The managers of excursions resort to. all sorts of schemes to make it sant for their patrons. ‘There isso much mpetition in the business that it is abso- lutely necessary to almost daily introduce , traction to draw customers. A astire excursion,” where no one is stab- bed, and the trip is not enlivened by a few drunken fights, must be a very dull affair, and fail te 1 the excursionists the * pleas- ure” anticipated. sion comicbooks.com