roll up in, and there you are "snug as a bug in a run." The gambling spirit here is something awful, it seems to me every one does it. I go in these places and see the men at the tables, some young some old. Old grey headed men with the marks of vice and dissipation stamped on their faces, and young boys 19 or 19 years old just taking the first step. It is pretty terrible to think about most of them are a nervous, restless lot, which one can see by the way they finger the money others are [illegible] and quiet. Spring, "Leons partner" is always gambling and I guess spends all his money on it. One man, who has just struck it rich, and is taking out $300 a day is gambling it away as fast as he gets it. A young man, by the name of Allan, has just been convicted of robbery and attempted murder