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Show THE GHOST SITS IN AT POKER BY IRVIN J. LEWIS. "Smartest man in town," whispered Ienatz Fluogelmann to Morris Saltpeter Salt-peter as ho pointed to a small, gloomy-looking gloomy-looking perBon sitting at a corner table alono In Lazarus BImbolmeler'3 restaurant. "What is he smart about7" asked Mrs Saltpeter, looking dubiously at the small person, who was drinking black coffoe and smoking a cigarette. "Everything what you think 6f, said Mr Pluegelmann earnestly. "How did you rtnld It out?'' "Oy, I seen him at work." "Doing what?" "Getting the spirits to tell him what you got In your mind," said Mr. Fluegelmann "Look here," said Mr. Saltpeter. "I got one of thoso psychologists men to help me once In tho poker game, and ho fell down on the job at the critical criti-cal part of the game Flnnsterl What happened? I loao my bankroll. Tell your story to the Goylm." "No," said Mr. Fluogelmann. "Listen. "Lis-ten. Stlegen. "This man does not read minds. Oy 07, oy, it gives you tho croep to think about it. Ho oar-j rles a Glat around with him a spirl:. There's one with him now." Mr Flue-gelmann's Flue-gelmann's voice took on an awod tone. "Tho spirit tolls him what Is coming off. When I tell you that he can sit in a room and speak with blB spirit familiar like you and me, do you begin be-gin to koC my moaning?' "Meaning? No," said Morris Saltpeter. Salt-peter. "1 don't want anything to do with spirits. Don't Hko thom. I used to room with Yulius Shabboadockel's brother, and he walked in his sleep. Ono night I thought ho was a ghost, and that was enough." "Nit so schnell. Not so fast. This man Ib got scientific stuff In his head. He is the president and organizer or tho Now Thinkers' league." "New Thinkers' loague? What Is It? What does It do? What Is something some-thing that they think?" asked Mr. Saltpeter. "It Is a society for to investigate probe, Hko tho newspapers say things that no one can understand nor yot mako explanations of His name Ib A, Yo3oll Cohcn-Rheinhel-mer " said Mr. Fluogolmann. "I like you to moot him. Tnat namo Cohen-Rholnhelincr Cohen-Rholnhelincr is for his profession; sounds Hko a Goy'a name, with a llt-tlo llt-tlo lino between tho Cohen and Rhein-holmer.'' Rhein-holmer.'' Mr. Fluegfllmann summoned the seer to him. "Profossor," said Mr Fluegolmann, "I like to 'make you acquainted with Mr Saltpeter, president of the Choch- enB Poker club and Shammos of the Chevra Yossell." Professor Cohen-Rholnhoimer shook hands and sat down. Mr. Saltpeter said' "I hear you carry car-ry a spirit that way around with you. Doos It scare you?" The professor looked aside and spoke to vacancy In an earnest manner. Mr. Fluogelmann gazed at him admiringly. ad-miringly. "He's talking to his spirit now," he said. Mr. Saltpeter shuddered. shud-dered. 'I am tho most advanced of the New Thlnkors," said Mr. Cohon-Rhelnhelraer. Cohon-Rhelnhelraer. ' And I have a familiar spirit that goo3 around with me all the time. Gives mo the word when anything comes off." Mr. Saltpetor became thoughtful; then he bought the- professor something- to smoke and demauded a private pri-vate Interview. Mr. Fluogelmann Bhook hands with Mr. Cohen-Rholnhoimer and withdrew. Tho Interview botween the spirit seer and Mr. Saltpeter was long, and when It ended Mr. Snltpeter handed Mr Cohen-Rhelnhoimer a visitor's card to tho Chochoms Poker club, 'Wow, then, llebor Herr Profeasor, " wo understand each other," said Mr. Saltpetor. "I am to go Into the pokor gamo and you are to loaf around, not looking at the hands, and then tip it off to mo whonever the spirit hunches you what the others got. You and me "divide up at the finish. Of course, wo will not Btlng them hard, for neither of us plays for the money, Just the excitement: and all wo Intend In-tend to do Is to give these fellows a lesson bo that they don't gamble so much.'' "I get your meaning," said the professor. pro-fessor. "I'll put a thousand dollars in tho game," said MoBho. "It's my whole bankblll; shows my confldenco in that ghost of yours." Mr. Saltpeter forced a laugh, and he and the professor shook hands and separated Loavlng the Bimbelmcior placo Mr. Cohen-Rholnbelmer Immediately went to the Lehmaun hotel, where he met Mr. .Ignatz Fluegelraonn, and these two held a long and "mysterious conference. con-ference. Both of thom were smiling when It ended. Prof. A. Yossell Cohen-Rhelnhoimer the noted chlof of the Now Thinkers, tNasan object of lntorest at the Choch-enis' Choch-enis' Poker club room r tho, following nght when the gawo sfartod. He sat near Mr. jSaltpejqr-.nnd , smoked and JcepL his ear cbclicd-'Jnto vacancy to hear' what his familiar spirit had to say i to blm at least so It seqmed to Mr. Saltpeter. Mi. Fleugelraann w.qs an 'active player and sat opposite Mr Saltpeter and Mr Cohen-Rholnheimer Tho latter could see Mr Saltpeter's hand, and Mosbe so desired It, because when the professor's spirit Informed him or what another player had the professor need only give a signal to Mr. Saltpeter Salt-peter to make him understand that ho held the winning hand or the losing los-ing one. |