West
Baden Springs, July 14, Special
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Further
investigations into the scandal
which the Sentinel partly exposed
on Saturday morning proves that a
"rottener" state of
affairs exists than was ever
dreamed of by your correspondent.
The existence of the evils
themselves are mild disgraces to
the community and to the State as
compared with the license under
which they exist.
A county
sheriff accused of accepting his
"bit" from the genial
gamblers who infest the hotel, a
deputy prosecuting attorney
accused of being a party to the
robberies of the "sure thing
gamblers" and
"grafters:, a district judge
spoken of by the fraternity as
being "fixed" and a
district prosecutor whom, while
he has been known to cause the
arrest of the "sure
thing" men, has never been
know to make the least effort to
molest the social parasites who
for three years have been living
off the proceeds of money won
from visitors to West Baden
Springs.
These are
some of the discoveries made by
your correspondent since the
writing of the first expose. How
such a condition of affairs could
have continued so long without
causing a clash which would have
caused the proud State to tremble
and to bow in shame is a mystery.
ACCUSATIONS THAT ARE MADE
Ofttimes,
be it said to the shame of
American citizenship, do men
obtain public office in the gift
of the people and refuse or fail
to fulfill their duties and to
carry out their oaths of office.
It is not often, however, that
the failure to do so is because
of a money consideration, this to
the credit of American
citizenship. More often this
failure is on account of weakness
or for political reasons.
There are
times, however, when an executive
officer is so corrupt as to sell
his honor and the power of his
office for the dollars he can get
out of it. But it is possibly
unprecedented in the history of
the executive and judicial
organization of the State where
such a combination of corruption
exists as in that which protects
the sharks about West Baden
Springs.
It is to
be hoped that the accusations
against these officials are not
true, but they are made by one of
the "sure thing"
gamblers, not in the sense of an
accusation, but while conversing
with the Sentinel's
correspondent, the confidence man
himself having been first taken
in at his own game by your
correspondent.
CREATED CONSTERNATION
To say
that the arrival of the Sentinel
at West Baden Springs yesterday
morning created a sensation would
be a very mild expression. The
proverbial and the overworked
thunderbolt from a clear sky
would have been a long foretold
and expected astronomical event
as compared to it. The train
newspaper agents, perceiving that
there would be an extra demand
for the paper had secured as many
copies as possible after the
discovery of the article
concerning this place, but the
few that arrived at this place
did not suffice to supply a tenth
part of the number who were
clamorous for the papers. Those
sold here were read by the
purchasers and passed on to
others and went the rounds until
worn into shreds.
Over at
the hotel consternation reigned
among the proprietors and their
friends and the gamblers, while
some of the guest smiled and
others commended the Sentinel for
its action. The proprietors of
the hotel and the gamblers were
scared. In twenty minutes after
the paper was in the hands of Mr.
Lee W. Sinclair's order was
issued to his friends, the
gamblers, and in half an hour
afterwards the gambling hall had
undergone a metamorphosis.
First
went the stud poker table, then
the expensive roulette outfit
disappeared from the rooms and
following them went the two faro
layouts. Nothing was left but the
draw poker tables and these find
few players. On one side of the
hall are the pool and billiard
tables and these, with the round
tables for poker, constitute the
gaming outfit of the room.
Inquirers were informed that the
other games were discontinued.
But those who were know to be
"right" were privately
informed of the room in another
building where the games would
again progress.
CHANGED THEIR PLANS
It is
said on good authority, that a
change in the arrangement of the
gambling hall had been
contemplated. Instead of removing
all the more objectionable games
it was the intention of the
"game" to remove the
billiard tables and put in new
and more improved gambling
devices in their stead. it is
said the plan had so far matured
that the paraphernalia had been
ordered and was about to be
shipped from Chicago, but that t
telegram to the Chicago agents
stopped the shipment until future
developments should determine
what course should be pursued,
and Joe Cook, the "main
guy" among the high class
fraternity, left on the first
train for Chicago.
A more
unfortunate lot fell to the
"sure thing" element.
It seems that the news of the
Sentinel's expose had preceded
the arrival of the paper, and the
censure would befall the local
authorities as its result was
anticipated by a constable from
the court of Justice of the Peace
Robert K. Kirkland, who pounced
down upon the "sure
thing" men and arrested John
Jones and Thomas Toliver. The
prisoners were taken to French
Lick and arraigned before justice
Kirkland in a rude loft over a
country store. They had their
cases continued and readily
furnished cash bond for their
appearances.
At the
hearing your correspondent met
District Prosecuting Attorney W.
T. Branaman and asked him if he
intended to break up the gambling
business at West Baden Springs.
"It's
these outside fellows we're
after." he said.
WOULD SAY NOTHING
"Do
you mean to say, then, that you
will make no effort to enforce
the law against all alike?"
Deputy Prosecuting James Cassidy
here chipped in: "They say
there ain't any games at the
hotel (meaning the one at French
Lick Springs) and the gambling
over there is of a harmless sort.
I don't see any objection to a
party of men playing cards if
they want to."
Further
than this the gentlemen said
nothing. They were apparently
wholly ignorant of the roulette
wheel and faro hands which were
so conspicuous at the West Baden
Springs hotel for so long. On the
way back to West Baden your
correspondent fell in with
"Johnny" Lane. He is
one of the so called
"outside fellows" and
has been operating a miniature
race course opposite the French
Lick Springs Hotel. His
institution is exactly like the
one running undisturbed under a
canopy in the grounds of the West
Baden Springs hotel. He was
arrested a week ago and paid a
fine n a charge of having a
gaming device. A conversation was
soon struck up and your
correspondent played the
"con" game so well upon
Mr. Lane that the gentleman
thought he had met one of the
fraternity and a conversation as
followed ensued:
TALK WITH A GRAFTER
"What's
the matter with you people?"
asked the Sentinel man. "O
shouldn't think you would be
working here in the dark; why
don't you fix things?"
"Fix
things, hell. It's all that
prosecutor's fault. If he'd let
us alone we would be all
right."
"What's
the matter with him; are you
fellows to short for him?"
"No,
it ain't that. We know there
ain't no use. He was tried with a
thousand cold by Dick Weldon and
wasn't touched. You know Dick. He
has the privileges with Wallace's
circus. They turned a trick for
seven hundred with a farmer up
here in the country and Dick got
pinched. They didn't have much of
a case against him, but Dick
ain't got a thing but money and
he would rather come down
handsome than to take any chances
of going over the mud. The
thousand never turned a hair in
Branaman's hand, and he went on
with the case and lost it. What
show have a lot of short grafters
got with a man who won;t lay down
for a thousand when he knows he;s
weak. But I'd like to know why he
don't go after these other
fellows. Not long ago somebody
kicked on a shell game and
Branaman comes down to
investigate. I'm running along
under my tent right there close
to the hotel and the first thing
he does he sees me and I give up
$71 and now I'm closed up. Right
over there in the most
conspicuous place in the West
Baden Springs hotel grounds
everybody sees it and it's
intended they shall. They are
running the same game and
Branaman knows it. Now I want to
know why he don't treat all
alike. He's a big snitch or he'd
get some dough out of it or close
'em up."
"How
about his deputy?"
THE DEPUTY "DEAD EASY"
"Oh,
he's easy. I've been handing him
a fiver a week and he thinks he's
doing well. He works down here in
the oil stone quarry, and, of
course, being right here knows
all that goes on, but he is all
right. it's that damn prosecutor
that troubles me."
"Doesn't
the sheriff give you any
trouble?"
Lane
laughed at this question.
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he's the rankest sucker
of the whole lot. The boys over
at the hotel have been running
for three years without even
tipping him off a dollar until a
while ago he comes over and asks
for a fifty. But he don't get it;
they give him a ten; what
do you think of that? I've always
been dead willing to find people
that you could approach, but when
they are so right that you don't
even have to take them into
consideration at all, and they
when they finally do get next to
themselves and come and ask for
their bit, why I think I would
willingly give up to them, but
the boys didn't give the sucker a
thing that day, and when he comes
back gave him ten, and the sucker
hasn't been back since except to
play poker. The sheriff is all
right. it's that damn prosecutor,
I tell you."
CAUSED A SENSATION
Open Gambling Ceases at West
Baden
Authorities Will Do Nothing
West Baden Springs, July 14, -
Special -
Saturday
was a very dull day with West
Baden gamblers. During the early
morning hours while the "big
game" paraphernalia was
still in the "club"
room a few players followed the
punting of the cappers, and the
croupiers did a fairly good
business, considering the time of
day. During this time there was
also a "good" draw
poker game in progress -
sufficient to satisfy the
"house"men who get the
same rake off no matter how light
the betting.
But with
the arrival of the 11:30 train,
which brought the Sentinel with
its expose of "Indiana's
Monte Carlo", there was a
decided change in the aspect of
affairs. When the
"bank" games were taken
out at noon and a visible sign
was thus given to the players
that the "house" had,
weakened the players themselves
showed the white feather and but
a few there were who made up the
afternoon game. Ordinarily, with
255 guest in the house (that is
the number her at present), it is
no trick at all to get two or
three full games, but the players
somehow preferred open air
exercises and more innocent
sports yesterday. One of them was
just starting down the hill
toward the railroad station, when
he was hailed from an upper
window:
"Hello,
Chjeck, don't you blay some poker
dis afternoon?"
"Oh,
is dot you, Fredt? Haf you redt
de Sentinel?"
"No;
what's dot?"
By this
time the two corpulent Hebrew
gentlemen have met, the one on
the upper floor having descended.
"Read
dot," and Jack pulled a copy
of the Sentinel from his pocket.
Fred glanced over hastily and
then ejaculated:
"De
tenfel! But what has dot to do
width dis afternoon?"
"Vell,
maybe nothing, maybe something. I
didn't vandt to had my name in de
paper as von of dose gkambpliers
nor as maybe perhabps von of dose
sughers, Aindt it."
"Vell,
I dondt know. maybe it vas just
as bedter als ve dondt
pblay", and they diminished
the number of customers for the
imported Chicago toughs by at
least two. How much further the
influence of this many may have
gone was not apparent, but the
game during the afternoon would
have been a complete failure had
not one of the house men set in.
THE PLAYERS NERVOUS
As the
game continued and strangers
entered the room the players
noticeably nervous and there was
heard such admonitions as
"Keep your money off the
table," "Call your bet
in chips and not in their
value." The nervousness
continued, and even the
Louisville Hebrew who sells
clothing on Market Street seemed
relieved when the band on the
piazza struck up a march,
signifying that supper was ready.
After
supper the circle was formed
again, but an extra precaution
was taken. No one who was not
well known was allowed to play
and those who did play were
careful to give out the
impression that they were 'just
playing a little freeze out'. But
the money went into the banker's
hands all the same and rapidly
and more surely did the checks
drop into the 'house kitty'. By
this latter process the house is
relieved of cashing in all the
checks issued. In the palmy days
of the Monte Carlo as high as $50
a day was thus raked off to 'go
five ways', as Micky
Woodruff" would say when he
wished to convey the idea that
there were five in the company
which profited by the
"kitty." But the
"rake off" of yesterday
was but poor pay for the fine
array of Chicago talent.
The fact
of the whole matter is that Lee
W. Sinclair, owner of the hotel,
came to a realization of the fact
that it was time to call a
temporary halt. He therefore
ordered that the "hank"
games, faro, roulette and
"Old Hy" and the stud
poker game should be stopped on
the public room, and if there
were any of it should be carried
on where the offense of carrying
it on would not be so glaring. He
realized that there was such a
thing as over-doing a good thing.
The last straw might be added
which would break the camel's
back, and then the sheriff would
be compelled to make some arrest
in self-defense.
Then,
too, further notoriety might not
be a good thing. It were better
to let the matter die out and
then the games could be renewed
again on the same bold plan.
This
arrangement seems to be
satisfactory to the Chicago
toughs at present, but it many
not long continue so. A man who
is in close touch with them told
the Sentinel man that the
"game" would not stand
the arrangement long unless the
quiet bank games prove more
profitable than they imagine they
will. It is said they have a
contract with Sinclair for the
gambling privileges and that they
will enforce the contract if they
can. As it apparently stands now
they are deprived of the use of
the most profitable gambling
devices, including the miniature
race track. This latter was
removed from under the canopy
yesterday.
With the
games removed the gamblers are
left with barely employment
enough for two men, and now there
are nearly a dozen assistants
besides two of the principals,
and the army of cappers with
nothing to do. This is disastrous
and the gamblers will not submit
to it long if they can help it.
THE COUNTY OFFICIALS
They must
evidently count strongly upon the
friendship of the county
officials. It is apparent that
the sheriff and deputy
prosecuting attorney for French
Lick township will not even
arrest the "grafters."
They could not, therefore be
expected to molest these alleged
"square" gamblers. The
district prosecuting attorney has
said to the Sentinel that he was
not after these men. It is a sad
and disgraceful state of affairs.
It might not be expected of these
officials that they go spying
about the private apartments of
the hotel looking for gambling,
but when it is carried on as
openly as here, even if it is the
great American game of draw,
there is but one course that
these officials can pursue
without violating their sacred
oaths, vix: to arrest all players
for gambling, the cappers and
hangers-on about the place for
visiting a gambling house, the
Chicago toughs themselves for
keeping a gambling house and the
proprietors of the hotel for
renting rooms for the purpose.
Their duty is clear; will these
officers perform it? This
question is now becoming an
important one with the honest and
law-abiding people of the
vicinity.
As to the
skin game grafters of the
Jones-Toliver-Scarfaced Mike-Dan
Levy-Deacon Miller stripe, they
ought to be drummed out of the
country or put to work doing
honest toil for the people of the
State upon whom they have so long
been preying.
The
people of Indiana are watching
these officials. Will they do
their duty or will they allow
another Roby infamy to continue
to cast a shadow upon the State's
fair name.
A QUIET SUNDAY
The Gamblers at West Baden
Springs Have Nothing to Do.
West Baden Springs, July 14, -
Special -
This has
been practically a day of great
rest with the gamblers. No games
of any kind have been running,
not even the shell games.
An
excursion from Louisville brought
about 600 people here to spend
the day, and, though ordinarily
on such occasions the confidence
men and shell workers reap a rich
harvest, it seems that nothing in
their line was attempted. In fact
these people are thoroughly
scared and many of them have
returned to Chicago or are
seeking new fields.
The
Chicago gang that operated solely
in the hotel is also scattered.
Joe Cook, the principal, left for
Chicago and it is understood that
he "may not return," as
the proprietor of the hotel may
not again permit the open
gambling which has made the house
notorious during the season.
Another
version of the situation is that
the games have only suspended
temporarily and intend to open
again when the notoriety
occasioned by the Sentinel's
expose dies out. It is said, too,
that the games are still running
in a more secluded place, but if
that is true the place is so
secluded that few players will
find it. most of the gamblers who
are here yet can be seen
wondering listlessly about the
grounds with apparently nothing
to do. It looks as if gambling
had suspended, certainly
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