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188 TRUE STORIES OF OLD
Jack grabbed the other fellow and tried to wake him, but could
not do so. Lige walked straight to the window, stepped in,
and, hopping down on the floor, came right up to Jack.
"'Jack,' said Lige, 'are you awake? I've come to tell you
there is a hereafter, though it is not as good nor as bad as you
might hope for. There is an after life and you can improve it
by what you do here.' Saying this, Lige vanished and then the
fellow whom Jack was pulling on all the time waked up. Jack
described how Lige was dressed and told the whole story. He
said Lige had on a big blue military coat, with brass buttons
down the front.
"The next day we hunted for Lige, but no one knew where he
was., Two or three days later a man came in from the Brazos
and brought news that Lige had died out there. The strange
thing was that Lige had shown up at a house crazy with fever
and had lost nearly all his clothes in some way. When they got
ready to bury him the only thing they had to put on him was
an old blue military coat with brass buttons, the same as he
wore when he came to see Jack.
"When Jack heard about the coat he knew he had seen Lige
and I had hard work keeping him from going right off and joining
the church. We had a big game and were making lots of
money, and if Jack had joined the church it would have ruined
Poor old Jim, and Jack, too, have long ago turned over theix
boxes and cashed all chips, but when they quit the game for
good they took with them the respect of all who.knew them
for they died as they lived, "square men."
NEGRO CRAP SHOOTERS.
FACT that demands investigation and explanation at the
hands of the scientists is the mortal terror inspired in
the breast of the negro crap shooter by the appearance
of a policeman. If there was a death penalty attached to crap
shooting there might be a possible explanation, but there is
only a light fine and a possible detention in the lockup for a
few hours. Yet in spite of all this when a party of negroes are
caught "rollin' the bones" by the police there is nothing short
of the indestructible being in their way that is going, to keep
them from trying to get away. They will take the most marvelous
chances, involving loss of life and limb, and they think
no more of leaping out of a third story window than they do of
going out of a convenient door on the first floor.
It is just as impossible to keep a negro from playing craps
as it is to keep a section hand from getting drunk on pay day.
They will play in spite of everything or anything and no one *
can stop them. Some years ago the police of San Antonio,
according to a story told me by an ex-policeman, made a rather
neat thing out of the negro gamblers in the following way: On
Saturday evenings the negroes would seek secluded places along
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Young, Samuel Oliver. True stories of old Houston and Houstonians: historical and personal sketches / by S. O. Young., book, 1913; Galveston, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth24646/m1/188/: accessed September 23, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; .