d get his picture; and didn't he tell Pat and meself to come out
here and arrest yez, and didn't we's ride on a freight train?"

Mose saw it was no use trying to make the officers or passengers
understand that it was a joke, so he said:

"All right, I will go with you."

"Of course yez will. Won't he, Pat?"

"You bet he will," says Pat.

The officers sat down facing him, so they could keep a watch on
him, for they were afraid he would try to jump out the window.

When the train arrived at New Orleans the officers got a carriage
(at Mose's request), and they were driven to the chief's office.

The chief pretended not to know the Honorable Judge, and told him
to send for his friends. He called for an officer to take Mose
down and lock him up, when in walked Judge Smith. Mose smiled and
said:

"Smith, I owe you one."

Judge Smith told the chief he would be responsible for Mose while
in the city, so he let him go. There was a carriage in waiting.
They got in and were driven to Leon's restaurant, where they found
a large number of Judge Smith's friends and a fine dinner awaiting
them.

After dinner, while we were drinking to Mose's health and smoking
cigars, Judge Smith requested me to show our honored guest the baby
ticket. I did, and downed him for a bottle, but it did not cost
him a cent, for his Queen City money was no good in the Crescent
City so long as he remained with the Judge, for they were kindred
spirits.

TAPPED THE TILL.

It is often said that faro banks are never broke, but I recall one
incident that will prove the contrary. It was during the war, and
a number of us were playing together at New Orleans at Charlie
Bush's, my old partner. They were all high rollers, and when one
of them, who was a big loser, went to get his checks cashed for
$1,000, the cashier pulled out the drawer and found that the bottom
had been cut out, and all the money was gone. Some snoozer had
crawled under the table, and with a sharp knife cut the bottom
clear out. Of course the proprietors were very mad, but the joke
was such a good one that it wouldn't keep. Still, in spite of all
this, I had rather deposit my money in faro banks than the Fidelity,
of Cincinnati, and I guess all honest citizens feel the same way.

A SQUARE GAME.

I met a man in a saloon one night at Cincinnati. He was a stranger,
and he inquired of me if I knew of a good, big poker game. I told
him there were no public games runni