LUCK WAS AGAINST HIM.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 1580, 11 March 1887, Page 3

LUCK WAS AGAINST HIM.

An amusing story is told of an American millionaire from the far West. Aa he was walking down a quiet London street one morning, hxs eye was attracted by an o-gan-grinder. The top of the organ was covered with a smooth green cloth that at once appealed to the intellect of the Transatlantic Croeius. For him the green cloth suggested only one thought, and that thought was gambling. He fancied himielf in the presence of some peripatetic roulette player and he could not resist the temptation of taking a turn. So he stopped opposite to the musical Italian, who was grinding away, and tossed a gold coin cheerily on to the green surface of the organ. The astonished foreigner stopped playing, grasped the coin, pocketed it, removed his hat, grunted out some voluble Tuscan thanks, and resumed his mu3ic. " Lost that time," the millionaire murmured to himself, and produced another coin. He tossed it again upon the board, from which it wis again no less gratefully removed by tbe delighted musician. The millionaire shook hid head. " Ah, luck's against me!" he remarked, as he sent a third gold coin to gleam for a moment upon the green surface before it rapidly disappeared in the Italian's pocket. Another and another coin went the same way, without wearing out the patience of the American. But at last, when some six sovereigns had transferred themselves from his keeping to that of the organ-grinder, the American bent forward, and in a tone of the intensest curiosity whispered into the ear of the amazed Italian, " Say, stranger, what do you call this game anyhow ?"