January 21, 1885 – Maysville, Kentucky
I am continuing to find my way around Scrivener 3 while formatting my long neglected Kentucky book.
The first volume, to be published soon, will be permanently free. It will include the first two months of 1885.
The second volume, March through June, will be published at the same time as volume 1 and cost 99 cents.
The third volume, to be published soon after the first two volumes, will cost $1.99 and cover the last six months of the year.
And finally, I will publish a compilation of all three books that will cost $2.99. All will be ebooks and I will post a link as soon as I have one.
In the meantime, here are a few stories from January 21, 1885 that will appear in the book.
The Gambling Mania
Cincinnati and her officers are getting a nice reputation in this part of the country. A long dispatch in the Baltimore American says a large number of suicides have occurred there of late, the result of the gambling mania. It adds that the facilities for gambling in Cincinnati never were greater. On the highways most resorted to, one cannot get away from gambling houses. Several of them run faro, keno and a poker in separate rooms. Probably thirty poker games pure and simple, in which high stakes are played, flourish near the center of the city. Some of these have gorgeously furnished rooms. Some play without limit, and some with a limit ranging from $5 to $50. Another class consists of a poker room as a department of a great gambling house in which faro and keno are also played. Another, and by far the most numerous class, are little poker casinos back of liquor saloons. This mania for gambling at cards seems to increase as facilities for grain and stock gambling diminish. Faro fleeces those who have smaller purses, and keno takes low-paid working men’s wages.
Messenger of Boreas
Thursday morning, about 7 o’clock, John Girvin saw a piece of ice fall in the yard in the rear of Mr. J. T. Harrison’s tobacco warehouse. It was neither snowing or raining at the time. On examination, the icy meteor was found to be of a perfect star shape with six points and about one and half inches in diameter. Nobody can guess what may be meaning of the strange coming of this messenger of Boreas but its arrival is well vouched for.
The War of the Village Parsons
Sardis, KY — The war of the village parsons is increasing in volume and momentum with each blast of the bugle. The chieftains fire at long range from their respective pulpits on alternate Sundays. ‘Tis a very pretty fight as it now stands. ’Tis blow for blow, disputing inch by inch, for one will not retreat, nor t’other flinch. Little did we think when the Christmas tree bloomed and fruited so abundantly that such a war of words would grow out of its branches. As a disinterested outsider, looking at the combatants from our loophole of retreat we would say, “Hold McDuff!” and Stay, Stanley, stay.” All the world should be at peace, but if parsons will show their might, let those who do the quarreling, be the only men to fight.
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