Chicago (Ill.) -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Gambling -- Fiction; Judges -- Fiction
"Yes. This is the first time I’ve won," he added, by way of apology.
"Have dinner before you go," said the proprietor, coming forward.
"I don’t know that I’ve got the time."
"Just as well. You’ve got to eat anyway."
He went out to dinner, and was permitted to be vivacious. An old
fellow, sitting on his right, remarked: "I’m glad to see you win."
Others said that they were glad to see him win. It was surely a very
genial company.
*CHAPTER VII.*
*WENT OUT TO "DIG."*
After dinner, when the game was reorganized, Bodney looked on for a few
moments, still alive to the keen pleasure of winning; and just as he was
about to go out, a thought struck him. What was the use of quitting now
that he had luck? He had waited for it a long time, and now that it had
arrived he was going to throw it away. He might just as well win a
hundred and seventy as seventy. He could at least try ten dollars, and
quit if he found that fortune was against him. There was one vacant
seat and he took it. Ten dollars and not a cent more. That would leave
sixty to the good, enough to play on for a long time. So he bought ten
dollars worth of chips and was again forgetful of the Judge, of Howard,
of Florence, of the world. After a few hands he picked up a straight,
seven high. He raised the opener, who promptly raised him in return,
giving him the other barrel, as the saying went. Bodney raised again.
He was to get action on all the money in front of him. The dealer said
"cards," and the opener, tapping the table with his cards, replied,
"Help him."
"Don’t you want any?" Bodney eagerly asked.
"Didn’t hear me call for any, did you?"
"Well, I don’t want any either," said Bodney, in faltering tones. A
seven high straight looked weak against a pat hand.
"Turn ’em over, boys," said the man in the look-out chair.
Bodney tremulously spread his hand. "Only seven high."
"Just top you. Mine’s eight high. You had me scared, and if you’d have
more money and bet me after the draw I don’t think I call."
That might have been true, but it offered no consolation to Bodney.
"Just my luck," he said.
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