Any of them
can throw a Spanish knife through a window, across the street, and into
a man's heart, seated at his table, or fireside; and to-day I heard one
of them say, in French, which he supposed I did not understand, that
this bill was nothing but revenge for money lost; and if revenge was so
sweet, why, he could taste it too. Now, I have lost no money
there--have never been in any of their dens, and he could not mean me."
"Gentlemen, we will adjourn this meeting until to-morrow," said Larry,
"when I will try and have a bill for your inspection." The morrow came,
and the bill came with it, and was reported and referred to the
committee of the whole House. On the ensuing morning, Larry found upon
his desk, in the Senate chamber, the following epistle:
"MR. LARRY MOORE: You have no shame, or I would expose you in the
public prints. You know your only reason for offering a bill to
repeal the law licensing gaming in this city is to be revenged on
the house which won honorably from you a few hundred dollars, most
of which you had, at several sittings, won from the same house.
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