It even overplays anythin' Rainbow Sam ever is
ag'inst; an' the hard luck of Rainbow Sam is a proverb of Arizona.
"'Which I reckons I was foaled with a copper on me,' says this
Rainbow Sam to Enright one day. 'In all my born days I never makes a
killin'--never gets up winner once. I was foaled a loser, an' I'll
keep a-losin' ontil this yere malady--which it's consumption-which
has me in charge delivers me to the angels an' gets its receipt.'
"It's a mockery what transpires touchin' this Rainbow Sam. Jest as
he states, the consumption's got him treed an' out on a limb. Doc
Peets says, himse'f, nothin' can he'p him; an' when Peets quits a
little thing like consumption an' shoves his chair back, you-alls
can gamble a gent's health, that a-way, is on a dead kyard.
"I recalls how Rainbow Sam dies; which he rides out into eternity
easy an' painless. We-alls is into a poker-game nne night-that is,
five of us--when Doc Peets is called away.
"'See yere, Rainbow,' says Peets to Rainbow Sam, who's penniless an'
tharfore lookin' on; 'you never has a morsel of luck in your life.
Now, yere: You play my hand an' chips awhile. I'm on velvet for
three hundred an' fifty, an' I'd as soon you'd lose it into the game
as any sport I knows.
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