The junior partner fell into a revolving chair, stuck his legs out in front of him as far as they would reach, and roared so that he must have been heard all over the building. He roared so loud and long that the performance was infectious, and his wife and his wife’s mother and his senior partner, notwithstanding the fact had begun to dawn upon them that they were in a foolish position, had to smile in spite of themselves. When the junior partner was able to splutter he managed to gasp his explanation in short sentences. Bub was a friend of his in St. Louis who followed the races out there, and who had promised to tip him off on the first good thing at a long price that was to be put over the plate at the St. Louis meeting. Bub had kept his promise, and the junior partner was $600 to the good. That was all.
"And if you don’t go out and corner the foulard dress goods market to-morrow, Patsy," the junior partner concluded, addressing his wife, "on the strength of what our four-footed pal, Jim Conway, has done for us, why"——
When they had gone, the office boy, in sweeping out the office, picked up the telegram, that had slipped to the floor while the junior partner was laughing.
"Now, w’y couldn’t I ha’ got a piece o’ dat!" said the office boy, disgustedly as he read the telegram. "I bin pickin’ dat skate ev’ry day f’r de las’ two weeks, and I knowed dis mornin’ w’en I seen de St. Loo entries dat he’d win in buck-jump."
_A Game in New Orleans That Makes Modern "Big" Poker Games Seem Tiny by Comparison._
"The shrinkage in the value of poker winnings that get talked about nowadays," said the New Orleans turfman at the beach dinner, "is mournful, that’s what it is. A few days ago a man told me that So-and-so, a gilded youth from up the State somewhere, had recently swooped down upon a gentleman’s poker club in New York, and had removed himself from the scene of play, after a five-hour séance, with $8500 in winnings. The man who told me this leaned back, after he had sprung the $8500 climax, and waited for my eyes to protrude. He looked a bit miffed and sulky when they didn’t protrude.
"’Why, durn it all,’ said he, ’I believe you affect your cold-blooded way of taking things. To see you twiddle your thumbs a man ’ud suppose that you had no more sense than to imagine that an $8500 winning at a short poker sitting was the most ordinary thing in the’——
