Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 87: what you’re looking at

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THE GAMESTER. 89. pounds, and swore he would break the bank by playimg on one color. He won at first. His pile increased to five thousand. I got him to take it up, and got him away. from the table. I was betting myself—he lent me money to do it—and winning a good deal ; for I was a lucky fellow at the tables, and never lost tigavily, perhaps because I could not afford to bet as heavily as some others could. While I was doing this, they got him into a room by himself, playing an American game of cards, the name of which I forget, but which he knew well, for high stakes. They play it with pairs of Gi8 opiate. you could not understand—and bet upon the strength of the hand they hold. The other, confi- dent in his hand, bets higher. His opponent, if he thinks he can risk it, bets higher yet. I was interested in my game and did not know what was going on. When I thought I had played long enough, I took up my winnings and_ looked for your father, He was not in sight, but at last I found him, deep in his game, with a heap of gold lying by his side in piles of one hundred guineas each, from which he was adding continually to the héap in the center, I looked at, him, He was flushed and excited, and nearly four thousand guineas of his money were on the table, covered by the same amount on the part of the Southerner, who. was cool as summer morning. There are po people on earth who can lose money so coolly as the Southern gentlemen. | “<«J see your five hundred guineas,’ said he, quietly, ‘ and go you five hundred better.’ “At the same time he added the amount necessary, one thousand guineas, to the pile in the center of the table. You will understand that the highest hand in this game is four — Your father held what is called a flush, a hand which can not be beaten once in a hundred... But the South- erner quietly laid upon the table four aces !—the best hand in the pack. At the same time, stretching out his hand, he drew the Money toward him, Your father leaped to his feet. He had been drinking, and the loss of such a sum drove him nearly wild. “<Oheat ? he cried. we “The Southerner called out to his friend, a Colonel Lewis, of the State of Indiana, and made a rush at your father, The commicooks. Conn