THE THOMPSON STREETPOKER CLUB.
Mr Tootcr Williams was lato at tho meeting of the club on Saturday ovening ; but as he had Elder boss Dickenson in tow, tho secretary remitted the usual fine. It was confidentially learned that the elder had just received seventeen dollars and fifteen cents on an extensive kalsomining contract, and was probably good for as much more, and as Mr Williams had already played with the deck of cards now upon the table, and Mr Eube Jackson bad consented for a small percentage not to play, but to sit in a sociable way behind the elder's chair, the game promised to be one of extraordinary interest. Having been introduced to tho Rev. Mr Thankful Smith, Mr Gus Johnston and Professor Buck, the elder slucked off bis ulster, produced a corpulent wallet, purchased one dollar seventynine cents' worth of blues and reds, and opened up the game with an expression of determination and a thumping blind, which made the excitable Mr Johnsons' eyes stand out like those of an npopletic crab, Seven hands were played, and Mr Jackson, who sat behind the elder, had evidently forgotten the code of signals to the extent that ho winked with his left, and Mr Williams was already out ninety-seven cents, and was correspondingly mad. At last, however, Mr Jackson was made aware of his error by a searching ' kick delivered beneath the table, and a new deck, which had been thoughtfully placed on ice by the Rev. Mr Smith before the company assembled, was produced. It was Mr Johnson's deal and the elder's blind. Everybody came in. The elder raised the blind sixty-fivo cents, The decisive moment had arrived. I rise dat rise a dollah, said the Eev. Smith with the calmness of ono who expects to fill a bobtail, I sees yo' dat, and I liff y o ' a dollah mo' ventured Mr Williams. 1 call, said the elder. Mr Smith also called, and the three then proceeded to draw cards. Mr Williams wanted two cards, the Rev. Smith guessed he'd take one, and tho elder concluded to play what lie had, Mr Smith led out with a two dollar stack, Mr Williams slowly pulled out a corpulent wallet, fixed a belligerent glare apparently on Mr Smith, hanged the wallet heavily on tho middle of the ; table and said impressively: _ I goes, yo' dat two, and six dollars rise. I rise yo' six, said tho elder, but 1 without putting up chips, 1 The Eev Mr Smith dropped out. Mr Williams pointed to the wallet and ! said: I goes yo'six mo'. The elder.raised one foot and placed . it neatly on top of Mr Williams' wallet ' and said: I rises dat ten, "Wbar's do money?" inquired Mr Williams with a polite smile. '* Whar'sy/o' money?" retorted the elder, as sweetly. s Mr Williams pointed to tho wallot underneath the cider's heel, " Dat's all right den," said the elder, " I'se got jes' as much leather on this ? yer table as yo' has," , "Wha'd yo' mean by dat?" asked Mr Smith, "Put up er shefc up," said tho elder. _ Mr Williams drove his knife through I his cards, pinning them to the table, and called out the Kev Mr Smith for' ] consultation, The elder thoughtfully J whistled a tune, drew a razor, and l seemed to be trying its edge on the surface of his bottom card. Mr Jack-
Bou watched Mr William's hand to see that nothing got away, and Mr JohnBton kept his eyo on the pack. Mr Williams, returned triumphantly and counted out thirty dollars, which he had evidently borrowed from Mr Smith, "' ."I calls," he said. Tho elder put up his razor, shook twenty-five dollars out of his wallet, made up a dollar more with mutilated coin, some, pennies; and a postage stamp, and said briefly: "Whadyo'gotf " Fo' kings," said Mr Williams, with a deadly gleam in his eye, "No good," said the elder. "Wha-What?" faltered Mr Williams. "Fo' aces.', With this tho elder showed four aces, swept the pot into his hat, and left the room. The five sat dazed. "I done guv him three aces and two trays, sho," said Mr Johnston. "I put dat han up myself," asservated Mr Smith, bewildered, " I seed both dem trays in his hand," observed Mr Jackson. Mr Williams said nothing but silently examined the elders hand, Finally he inquired hoarsely: " Did he hav' a razzar ? " " Yezzah," said Mr Jackson, " ho done play with her raxzer de'ole timeyo' outen de room." Mr Williams rose with a withering look, and put on his coat. " Wha'd do madder. Toot," inquired Mr Smith. "Howyo'splainit?" Mr Williams pointed to the ace of diamonds lately in the elders hands, "Giv' any niggah de tray er diamonds an' a razzer an' tree aces, and what kin fo' kings do? Gwuffum heah. He done played me outen thirty dollars on er scraped tray. Dats wha'd makes ine 'spises pokah," With this Mr Williams left the rooro.-N.Y. Life,
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Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume 6, Issue 1653, 5 April 1884, Page 4
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829THE THOMPSON STREETPOKER CLUB. Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume 6, Issue 1653, 5 April 1884, Page 4
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