low; not quite so fast." He put up his last
hundred dollars to see that hand, and he saw it.

About this time our train was coming, so we grabbed our grips and
lit out. I saw the old gent talking to the conductor on the
platform, and then go into the smoker. We went into the ladies'
car, but in a short time I went over to take a smoke. I saw the
old fellow just across from where I was sitting. The conductor
came in and passed him without getting any ticket or fare, so when
he came back he sat down with a gentleman just in front of me, who
was the superintendent of the road. He asked the conductor why he
passed the old fellow. "Oh," says he, "He is one of us."

"One of us? That old seedy cuss?" said the superintendent.

"Yes, he has been out West running a freight on a salary," replied
the conductor.

POSING AS NIC. LONGWORTH'S SON.

On one occasion while traveling from New Orleans to Baton Rouge,
I espied a gentleman who was a Judge at the latter place. He was
a man of aristocratic bearing, and somewhat haughty in his manners.
I started up my wheel after supper, and soon had a fine game. It
was not long before I noticed a slick young man that I knew was
from Cincinnati, walking arm and arm with the Judge, and apparently
on terms of utmost intimacy with him. This slick young Cincinnatian
had introduced himself as a son of the late Nicholas Longworth,
who was well known up and down the river. He claimed that he was
traveling for his health.

I had made up my mind that he was playing a dead card, as I did
not think the Judge was of much force, though he always appeared
to have plenty of money. They soon were playing euchre, and began
talking about poker, and presently the Judge came to me and said,
"Devol, will you loan me $500? I will pay you when Baton Rouge is
reached. I am a sure winner," he continued, and looking at his
hand, I saw the old familiar four queens and an ace, with which I
had downed so many suckers. I must say I wanted to see him get it
in the neck, and I was not disappointed. I took chances, and loaned
him $500, and when I saw Longworth's would-be son putting it in
his pocket that was the last time I ever beheld that money. The
Judge never recognized me again. This is what an honest man gets
when in bad company.

THE GOOD DEACON.

I was playing on the North Missouri Railroad, just out of Kansas
City, having a man named Jeffers as a partner. One evening a fine
looking,