mine ready when
the police arrested me. There were thousands of people on the
street, but you could not see a cop until the last shot was fired.
The fellow was sent up for three years, and I signed a petition to
get him out. I was mad when he shot me, and I guess I would have
killed him if they had not taken me off; but I do not hold malice
to any one, not even if he tries to kill me.

I was laid up for some time with my arm. The bullet was cut out,
and was as flat as a half-dollar.

I went from Chicago to St. Paul to see my dear old mother and a
sister, who were living there at that time.

My arm is as strong as ever; or, at least, some fellows who have
felt it since, say so.

REDUCED THE PRICE.

No one knows the difficulty that a man experiences who, having been
a gambler for a long period of years, suddenly resolves to change
his course, lead a new life, engage in a different business, and
make a new man out of himself. It is all very well for moralists
to say that all that is needed is will-power. There is something
else. I well remember once that I resolved to leave the business.
It was when I was living in Vicksburg. I saw an opportunity to
start a beer garden. I rented a house and furnished it up in fine
style, and stocked it up with liquors and cigars. My friends were
glad to see this course I had taken, and promised to encourage me.
They did so, and I could not complain for a lack of patronage.
Beer I sold at five cents a glass, and as everybody before had been
charging ten cents, I soon secured a large patronage. When the
boats landed at the wharf the passengers and crew all came up and
paid the garden a visit. Did I succeed in my new undertaking?
No, of course I did not. The saloon-keepers all combined and kicked
against me because I had reduced the price of beer. Two of them
were members of the City Council, and two more of the Board of
Aldermen. They sent spies to see if I sold liquor to minors, but
being unable to detect me they resolved that I should not have a
license. I had taken out my United States revenue license. I was
compelled to sell out at a great sacrifice, and all my efforts at
reform were unavailing.

GENERAL REMARKS.

When a sucker sees a corner turned up, or a little spot on a card
in three-card monte, he does not know that it was done for the
purpose of making him think he has the advantage. He thinks, of
course, the player does not see it, and he is in suc