HE TURNED THE CARD.

Grey River Argus, Volume XXXI, Issue 5313, 7 October 1885, Page 4

HE TURNED THE CARD.

Twenty years ago this month there was a lot of ub took a trip to old Mexico to see what we could scoop in — and, by the ■way, we got scooped— and went to bucking heavy on every game we could strike. One of our gang, Bill Brewster, was a rattling dealer, a good hand at shot cards, and always had a pocketful of money till he got struckon Mexican'-monter"*" -~ - Talk aboqtj yonr greaser's infatuation forthegame\! I never saw one of them that could h<ild a marker to Bill. He'd get broke. |Then he'd get ,a pack of cards and deal himself. He'd turn |#c cards for anybody or! for anything 'when~he wasbuated. Sometimes he'd made a rise and quit and go to playing faro, where he was, as a rule pretty lucky. But no sooner did he get a big stake than he would {tajpg^d monte, and would invariably get drowned. Us boys tried to persuade him to stick to a white man's game, but no, he wouldn't have it, and? was almost all the time in a state of impecuniosity. 'j(\ (\s i ■, " One day! Bill had estabM«MiwßeJf, d. a pulque slipp with his cards, and was turning them over for anybody who wanted to wager a cent. There was a party of Mexican blojods in the room, and finally they sauntered over to Bill's table, and one of them : asked if he would turn for $100. Bill said { he^-!wou^d; ;'tliQUgh r he didn't have 'but $10' iri"' the' bank. The fellow slaps down his money and Bill wins. Thai made the Mexican mad, and he slaps down another. Bill wins again. The third time and Bill scooped the pool. " The Mexican asked Bill if he would turn for nim for j&lOQOj/and Bill told ,'him it didn't make any 'difference' if he made it $1,000,000, as the bank was able to pay ten times thkt amount. The Mexican bet andloßt. Then he^ftcCusedjßilljpficheat-j ing. Bill cdlled him a" HarT" "I was standing right to one side of Bill. He hkd the cards in his left hand, and had hold of the bottom card withh'is right hand. [ The Mexican's hand was on his gun. j "'Hold qn,' said Bill. s.don\t .draw iill, I make tMtj tur§^ r^jjbgf: ypsM"Mssloo that it's the" seven ofspaofes.' " "Done,'. » says the Mexican, who threw $100 onthe table. "Bill commenced pulling the card out slowly, j The Mexican was watching. There were two black spots showed up, and Bill's hand j Ojuick,f-as a flash the Moxicanjdrew his guhj anji'fired .f Bill never moved in ' his chair, but his' right, hand kept its slow motion until the the card was drawn from the pack and held up to ,yiew. It was the seven of spades. The hand moved slowly back again and the card, Iwasflaid 'off. the table! Bill then leaned back in his chair, and shut his eyes! ( //. " We were) all so excited when the shot was fired that we didn't knpw what to, do,, and, as Bill continued to turn the card, we supposed he hadn't been hit, but we found out differently when we examined him. He was shot directly through the heart. "Now I reason thatthing^out^thia^jway,^ Bill was determined to' convince that Mexican that he didn't know as much as he thought he did. That thought was in his mind when he was shot, and though killed instantly he carried out his wishes after death. "That's why I say a man can do a thing after he's dead."