from Quincy in the car that I
was acquainted with, so I wrote a note to them, requesting that
they tell the kicker he was in the same boat with the gambler, as
he would be fined just as much as the man who got his money, and
that the fine in Illinois was $100. The result was the fellow hid
himself, and when the conductor pointed old Jack out he could not
find the kicker. We got off with the officers, and as no one was
on hand to testify, of course we only had to treat until the next
train arrived.

WILLIAM JONES. (CANADA BILL.)

Canada Bill--peace to his ashes--is dead. He died in Reading,
Penn., about ten years ago, and, poor fellow, he did not leave
enough money of all the many thousands he had won to bury him. The
Mayor of Reading had him decently interred, and when his friends
in Chicago learned the fact, they raised money enough to pay all
the funeral expenses and erect a monument to the memory of one who
was, while living, a friend to the poor. I was in New Orleans at
the time of his death, and did not hear the sad news for some months
after.

I hope the old fellow is happy in a better land. If kind acts and
a generous heart can atone for the sin of gambling, and entitle
men to a mansion in the skies, Canada Bill surely got one, "where
the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest."

There never lived a better hearted man. He was liberal to a fault.
I have known him to turn back when we were on the street and give
to some poor object we had passed. Many a time I have seen him
walk up to a Sister of Charity and make her a present of as much
as $50, and when we would speak of it, he would say:

"Well, George, they do a great deal for the poor, and I think they
know better how to use the money than I do."

Once I saw him win $200 from a man, and shortly after his little
boy came running down the cabin, Bill called the boy up and handed
him the $200 and told him to give it to his mother.

He was a man, take him for all in all, that possessed many laudable
traits of character. He often said suckers had no business with
money. He had some peculiar traits. While he was a great man at
monte, he was a fool at short cards. I have known men who knew
this to travel all over the country after Bill, trying to induce
him to play cards with them. He would do it, and this is what kept
him poor.

Mason Long, the converted gambler, says of William Jones (Canada
Bill):

"The confidence men