 | Eli Perkins (at large) |  |
SARATOGA BETTING.
Some of the ladies here who go to the races are opposed
to betting. But to keep up the interest they
sometimes make mock bets of $10,000 and $20,000.
Yesterday one of our most charming young ladies made
a real bet of three cents on Longfellow with a well-known
beau noted for his gallantry. Longfellow got a
good start and won the race, and then the lady insisted
on her three cents, but it looked so trivial that the gentleman
didn't think it necessary to go to the office and
get the picayune three cents to pay it. This morning
the lady said before a laughing crowd:
“Mr. B., ain't you ashamed not to pay me those
three cents? Now I want them. I always pay my bets.”
“All right,” replied the handsome gallant, and in a
bottles of Caswell & Hazard's cologne. Placing them
in a chair beside her, he remarked with a graceful
bow:
“My dear Miss B., I am only too happy to pay my
last bet—please accept, with my compliments, these
three scents.”
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