. They all accepted except my $2,000 friend. He was too
busy thinking how it was that he had turned up the wrong card, when
he could see so plainly that the right card had one corner bent.
While we were drinking, in came Foster, and he looked as if he had
just been pulled out of the river; for it was a very hot day, and
the fellow had been in a close state-room for an hour, and had not
won a cent. I said, "You look warm; come and join us in a drink."
He took a drink, saying: "It was so hot I could not sleep." I
took the diamond stud out of my pocket and showed it to the barkeeper.
Foster saw it, and said: "George, I did not know that you had that
stone." "What will you give for it?" said I. He looked at it,
then offered me $500. I told him he could have it, so he paid me
the money and put the stud in his shirt. In a few moments after
he got the stone, a gentleman said to him: "That is a very fine
stone; I am acquainted with the gentleman who lost it; he is a
large jeweler in St. Louis." "You must be mistaken," said Foster.
"Oh, no, I am not; for I saw him lose it in the barber shop about
half an hour ago." Foster came to me and said: "George, you did
not make a play, did you?" "Oh, yes; did you not make one yourself?"
That made him look sick; but when a friend of mine came up and
said, "Devol, you must have won $4,000 in that play," then he looked
sicker. I said, "Yes, I guess I got about $4,000 out of it, and
I will treat." While we were drinking, the barkeeper handed me
the $500 he had won. I gave him $200 for his cap; and then Foster
began to give me taffy. I told him I did not want anything more
to do with him; that I had heard he was a sneak, etc. He got off
at Cairo, and I was glad to get rid of him. I had a good wheel
game down to Memphis, where I got off and lost $2,500 against faro.
I took a boat for New Orleans, and made more than I lost in Memphis
before I reached the city.

JUDGE DEVOL.

I was on board the _City of Louisiana_, bound for New Orleans.
There was a large number of passengers, and a heavy load of freight.
The roof was literally covered with coops full of chickens and
turkeys. I had old monte running in full blast, but the chicken
men could not bet, as they were going to market instead of coming
away. They were so very much interested in the game that they
forgot to watch their coops. After a while one of them went up,
and found that some one had stolen some of the chi