human
Well, sighed a discontented miner from New Jersey,
gpt
Providence knows His own bizness best, I s'pose; but I could have found him a feller that could have made a darn sight better use of his good luck--ef he'd had any--than Tom Chafflin. _He_ don't know nothin' 'bout the worth of money--never seed him drunk in my life, an' he don't seem to get no fun out of keerds.
human
Providence'll hev a season's job a-satisfyin' _you_, old Redbank, replied Cairo Jake;
gpt
Fact, said Redbank, with a solemn groan.
human
I've studied his face--why, ef I'd studied half ez hard at school I'd be a president, or missionary, or somethin' now--but I don't make it out. Once I 'llowed 'twas cos he didn't keer, an' was kind o' reckless--sort o' went it blind. So I tried it on a-playin' monte.
gpt
Well, how did it work?
human
Work? echoed the Jerseyman, with the air of an unsuccessful candidate musing over the
gpt
human
I started with thirteen ounces, an' in twenty minutes I was borryin' the price of a drink from the dealer. _That's_ how it worked.