Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1857-11-13

six and twenty can be the confidant OF noble
man OF forty and more, whose hair is beginning
to silver. Spirits, he affirms, have told hin
that he will repair his fortune by playing with
sir Paul and that he shall by-and-by win ever
the bank ..
"He is crazed -
a." Ever since he lost his child in that dreadful
way, ten years ago, he has seemed to me diff
ferent man. But, look here he comes and
close behind him, too, Sir Paul Varney"
" How can two walk together unless they be
agreed - said the young lord with the lady
watch, smiling and shaking his head There II
be no playing, | see
Look you, my lord, they do not so much
walk in together as that they come in at the
same time; for neither seems to regard the
other. Let us follow them. See every man
in the room that is not playing is in motion
How pale Inglis looks, and how excited his eyes
are.n
And Varney, cool and self-reliant as he
always is What n wonderful likeness between
the two men. Did you ever perceive it?'
es, every one has noticed it who knows
them
Ihls conversation was broken of by the ap-
proach of the friends of the two gentlemen,
VINO, from all sides of the vast room pressed
towards them and surrounded them Sir Paul
Farney proceeded directly to the faro table,
which stood apart and conspicuous from the
the croupiOr seated in his chair seemed 10
await some players more eminent and exclu-
s'vr than the rest occupying the surrounding
tables.
The keeper Of the table, on seeing Lord Inglis
advance, followed by score of his noble
friends. stood and bowed to him; but when Sir
Paul Varney came up with a train of fifty ba-
rons, baronets, earls and marquisses, he laid his
hand upon his heart and did the lowest possible
homage Of Ia nod ~ bo FL
player. In the eyes Of this keeper of the
games the winner at play was greater person,
were he the ostler of Prince Albert, than Prince
Albert himself loser
The table which, few minutes previously,
ere Lord InglIs and Sir Paul Varney entered
this Golden He'll, as Spanish prince upon
his first visit to it termed it with great truth
fulness had been vacant. was now the most
throRged in all that gorgeous hall of pleasure
and OF sin, where Satan reigns lord of the card.
tables. Such competition as was now on the
tapis of the gambling room had never been
witnessed. The players at the other tables sus-
pended their games to crowd about the board
where the Goliah and David of their armies
were to decide one of the most interesting con.
tests in the history of play" combat, were
HOyle living this great chronicIer of games
would have gazed upon with as deep an inter-
est as ever old FrOissart watched the battles
nj OHfTaHce Of knights whose spear heads in
royal tournaments sought (for glory each
other 8 hearts
But to our great play. Lord Inglis placed
upon the ace Of diamonds fifty thousand pounds
1t was not in one note but in FIVE, of ten thou
sand pounds each. He had that day converted
by mortgage and pledges. all he was worth into
this sun, on which he promised to meet Sir
Paul Narney, hoping to recover the two hun
dred thousand which he had lost within a few
weeks past to him and to others.
IL is not our purpose to enter into the de-
tails of stake at faro, as reporters record all
the details of race upon the turf, or q chal-
lenge game at chess. We will record only the
results Of one Of the most exciting nights play
ever known in London. not only on account of
the rank of the players, their former friend
ship, their remarkable resemblance in form
face, and features to each other. but the un-
paralleled amount Of the stakes placed upon
the board
The result was that Sir Paul Varney was the
winner,
Pale as the marble that stood in the inches
about him, and as immOvable stood Inglis, the
Earl Of Conybeare, before the table His eyes
were fixed, with a wild, awful stare of fixed hor-
ror upon the pile of notes which the Chef des
Croupiers was sarelessly rakng towards him
across the board. His lips were compressed
and blue, his hands trembed and his whole
visage was suddenly transformed into that of a
stranger-for none of his intimate friends, as
they gazed upon him. recognized in that awful
despairing. wild, sepulchural face haggard and
stricken with the aged look of centuries as in
a moment of time. the features Of Lord Inglis