into the United States Senate.

He did me a good turn when he got up in the world, and true and
high honor did not dim the kindly feeling he had for me. I had
been playing on the Jackson Railroad, and my luck had been good;
but I was satisfied, from certain ominous signs, that a big kick
was brewing. To avoid trouble I got off the train a few miles
before reaching the city, and had been in town a day or two when
the Chief of Police sent for me.

Of course I responded, when he told me, "Devol, you have beat one
of the Police Commissioners out of $800, and he says you shan't
live in the city."

"I have lived in the city too many years to be run out by any one
man."

Thinking it best to have this matter settled, I went to my old
friend Bush, and we took a hack and drove to the executive mansion.
Pinchback, my old boy, was Governor then; and though it was late
at night, he insisted on calling us in, woke up all the servants,
and set out a royal lunch, with all sorts of liquors, and we had
a high old time. "Go to bed, George," he said, "and don't give
yourself any uneasiness. I'll settle that fellow in the morning."

That was the end of the $800 Police Commissioner.

A GOOD STAKEHOLDER.

Sherman Thurston, my old friend, is dead. He has passed in his
checks, shuffled his last cards, dealt his final lay-out, and been
gathered to the gods. He was an honorable, great-hearted man, and
I can recall the time when no living man could do him up in a rough-
and-tumble fight. Cow-boy Tripp was once doing the playing for me
on the Missouri Pacific Railroad; and as I saw Sherman, I said to
him:

"See that conductor? I've got a little game going on here, and a
first-class sucker in tow. Now the conductor is watching us very
closely, and as soon as he sees him put up his money, he will walk
up and stop the game. What I want you to do is to go and sit
alongside of him, and entertain him until the lawful proceedings
are over."

Tripp opened up the game, and the sucker put up his stuff; and sure
enough the conductor made a rush to stop the game. But Sherman
grabbed him by the waist and held him as you would a baby, and kept
on talking all the time, telling him not to have any fuss, that he
didn't want to see any trouble, etc.

Sherman Thurston was the best stakeholder in America. He was death
to coat-tail pullers. He had a way of acting as if he was in a
terrible passion, and coming down on their feet with a stam