“It aint no use, daddy,” said Simon.
“Why so, Simon?”
“Just bekase it aint, I’m gwine to play cards as long as I live. When I
go off to myself, I’m gwine to make my livin’ by it. So what’s the use
of beatin’ me about it?”
Old Mr. Suggs groaned, as he was wont to do in the pulpit, at this
display of Simon’s viciousness.
“Simon,” said he, “you’re a poor ignunt creetur. You don’t know nothin’
and you’ve never been no whars. If I was to turn you off, you’d starve
in a week.”
“I wish you’d try me,” said Simon, “and jist see. I’d win more money in
a week than you can make in a year. There aint nobody round here kin
make seed corn off o’ me at cards. I’m rale smart,” he added, with great
emphasis.
“Simon! Simon! you poor unletered fool. Don’t you know that all
card-players and chicken-fighters, and horse-racers go to hell? You
crack-brained creatur’ you. And don’t you know that them that play cards
always lose their money, and—”
“Who wins it all then, daddy?” asked Simon.
“Shet your mouth, you imperdent, slack-jaw’d dog. Your daddy’s a-tryin’
to give you some good advice, and you a-pickin’ up his words that way. I
know’d a young man once, when I lived in Ogletharp, as went down to
Augusty and sold a hundred dollars’ worth of cotton for his daddy, and
some o’ them gambollers got him to drinkin’, and the _very first_ night
he was with ’em they got every cent of his money.
“They couldn’t get my money in a _week_,” said Simon. “Anybody can git
these here green fellows’ money; them’s the sort I’m a-gwine to watch
for, myself. Here’s what kin fix the papers jist about as nice as
anybody.”
“Well, it’s no use to argify about the matter,” said old Jedediah; “What
saith the Scriptur’? ‘He that begetteth a fool, doeth it to his sorrow.’
Hence, Simon, you’re a poor, miserable fool! so, cross your hands!”
“You’d jist as well not, daddy. I tell you I’m gwine to follow playin’
cards for a livin’, and what’s the use o’ bangin’ a feller about it? I’m
as smart as any of ’em, and Bob Smith says them Augusty fellers can’t
make rent off o’ me.”
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