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NEWS OF THE WEEK
In the last issue of the Leavenworth (Wash.) Times, under a big “flash” heading, and occupying fully one-half of the local space of that paper, appeared the following flattering notice of a new resident of Trail Creek: “William Harrington, better known as ‘Arizona Bill’, who has been a resident of Leavenworth for the past three years, bade this place adieu Monday evening, his destination being Trail Creek, B.C. In losing Arizona Bill the town suffers an irreparable loss. He is a gambler of a type now fast passing away; he regarded gambling as perfectly legitimate as a means of acquiring wealth and could see no difference between placing his money on the possibility of holding the best poker hand which the bettor could see, and the placing of money with Wall street on the price of some commodity which the bettor, as it were, could not see. He was never known to steal a card and his success as a gambler rested entirely on his knowledge of the science, claiming that a man who depended on some trick to win at the game, was a tin-horn and twenty-five years behind the times. In playing the game the writer has observed him when winning and also when losing, and he never faltered but played poker at all times. Bill first became popular in Arizona where he was a bosom friend of the celebrated editor of the Arizona Kicker, but who is now known from the Rio Grande to the British line. He has played in games where fortunes changed hands and could see all his wealth piled up subject to a draw of the cards with a stoicism that would have put the imperturbability of the Greciasn stole to the blush. He could tell a good story to the morning after the loss of hundreds with as much gaiety and bon hommie as though he had won. He was honorable to a fault and claimed as his the motto of a noble English house, that “when honor is lost, all is lost.” While many of his personal friends did not approve of gambling, still they all recognized the royal manhood, sterling qualities and worth of Arizona Bill, who, when he had fastened his moral hauser to a recognized principle nothing could move. His word was his bond and no man who knew him ever refused to take it. We wish him success and when he comes to play the last hand which shall determine whether he shall dwell in outer darkness, or in the realms of eternal light and joy, we hope he will hold the winning hand.”
Slowly but surely our camp is gaining notoriety for everything under the sun.