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David A. Curtis. Queer Luck: Poker Stories from the New York Sun
Queer Luck: Poker Stories from the New York Sun
Table of Contents
Why he Quit the Game. THE EXCITEMENT OF A PHENOMENAL STRUGGLE TOOK HIM TO THE VERGE OF DISHONOR
Freeze-out for a Life. AN OLD GAME UNDER NEW CIRCUMSTANCES
A Gambler’s Pistol Play. ENDING OF A POKER GAME IN FLOOD TIME IN ARKANSAS CITY
Queer Runs of Luck. VARIOUS YARNS, INCLUDING ONE OF THE MAN AND THE OPAL
Storms’s Straight Flush. IT CAME NEAR COSTING HIS LIFE AND ANOTHER’S
For a Senate Seat. A POKER GAME IN MINNESOTA THAT HAD POLITICAL IMPORTANCE
The Bill Went Through. THE USE THE LOBBY USED TO MAKE OF POKER
Poker for High Stakes. A BOUT WITH CARD SHARPERS ON A MISSISSIPPI BOAT
“Overland Jack” HOW A WESTERN CROOK HAD FUN WITH SOME SHARP NEW YORKERS
His Last Sunday Game. HE WAS BETTING ON A JACK-POT WHEN THE YACHT UPSET
Foss Stopped the Game. ONE OF THE DUTIES OF AN OLD-TIME MISSISSIPPI RIVER PACKET CAPTAIN
He Played for His Wife. A FREEZE-OUT GAME BETWEEN A HUSBAND AND HIS RIVAL
The Club’s Last Game. IT TAUGHT AN INTERESTING MORAL ABOUT RAISING THE LIMIT
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David A. Curtis
Published by Good Press, 2019
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The struggle of the evening had come, and the three who had dropped out were not less excited than the two players. To all appearance they were far more so, for the Colonel looked as calm as if on parade, and the Lawyer’s only sign of agitation was his heightened color. None of them thought much of that, for he was of plethoric habit and flushed easily.
The Colonel raised it a hundred. The Lawyer fumbled in his pocketbook for a moment, and, drawing out a fresh roll of bills, raised it two hundred. The Colonel raised it five hundred. The Lawyer came back at him with five hundred more. The Colonel raised it a thousand. The Lawyer flipped up the ends of the bills he was holding in his hand, and, counting them rapidly, found a little over two thousand dollars. Separating the odd money, he extended his hand with the twenty centuries in it, and was in the act of speaking, when he checked himself as suddenly as if he had been shot.
