Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1860-01-06

II will, presently" replied Faulkner.
Make your game, gentlemen. Stake
your card" said the dealer, in patron
izing way, looking at Faulkner. The
latter pulled out small huckskin purse.
containing about hundred dollars IN
dust, and handing it to the dealer. said :
"Give me coin for that if you please y
The dealer weighed the dust in pair Of
small delicate scales. marked to the
eighth Of an ounce, and soon handed the
equivalent back to Morton in gold coin.
" My card, said the latter, putting d
five dollar gold piece on one Of the low
cards.
Lostp' replied the dealer, when he
had thrown ont the cards. Faulkner
changed the card to king. 1t was lost
again. Ten dollars of his money were
given into the hands of the dealer. =
Morton, not the least disheartened, now
changed his card again. and this time on
a jack lie won. He placed his money
on the queen, and won again.
Luck favors me. | had better con-
tinue the card" thought Morton. as he
took up the money. He continued bet
ting alternately on the queen and jack,
and, to the astonishment of all, he still
won.
" Fortune favors you, somewhat to-
night !" said the dealer, smiling calmnly
Faulkner smiled but did not speak, and
the game continued, he still betting as
before. His winning now amounted
the money staked on the cards being
doubled at every throw--to five hundred
dollars. The other players gradually de-
serted the table, fortune having deserted
them, and pretty soon the dealer and
Faulkner were the only players left. But
the success Of the latter began now to
vary, though it did not entirely cease.
He would lose and win alternately for
some little time, and then success would
set in again.
After four or five hours play, and
when it was near morning the dealer
and Morton parted, the latter thousand
dollars richer than when he entered
The whole of this had been virtually won
by Morton in the first hours play. As
we have said, the game afterwards varied
1t was not the policy of the cunning faro
dealer 10 let the young man yin more
than that
- You will como again tomorrow
night, hope" said the dealer, looking
up from the table as Faulkner was pre-
pairing to go.
o. think shall have to try my luck
again, may be tomorrow night, replied
Faulkner, as he left the saloon.
The next night found Faulkner again
at the gaming table. though he had tried
hard to resist the temptation. The faro
dealer gave MIN hearty welcome With
some Of his winnings, Morton had bought
suit of the best clothes to be found in
the city, and that evening appeared at
the bar of the saloon dressed much better
than when he had entered it the night
| before
He was soon engaged in the all alb
sorbing game. For awhile luck attended
ON him, and he won successfully on .
single card But at last he staked .
hundred dollars on an ace and lost He
staked on the same card and lost again
The dealer smiled and said in q blanc
tone, Better luck next time" Morton
thought it was doubtful, and began t,
stake cautiously. Again and again b,
lost, bet on what card he might. He be
came reckless, and tenaciously doubled
the bet on a loosing card lie lost agrin
Before midnight he arose--a deadly pal
Tor on his features. He lost his last cent
"Oh, cursed fate p he cried, ''that
should have entered this place . Wha
shall | do? Money all gone No friend
| Oh, that | had never been born r AM
he dashed bis hat wildly upon the floor
The dealer attempted to console him
telling him bad luck at some times wa:
the fate Of all
The young man tottered to chair =
He sat down and throwing his arms on
the table hid his throbbing head in bis
hands and surrendered himself to a train
of miserable and unhappy thoughts,
which came fast crowding into his mem
Dry.
In the meanwhile, the dealer picked
up the bat which Morton in the intensity
Of his bitter feelings had dashed to the
floor. As the gambler was about setting
the bat down on tho table, something in
i. arrested bis attention. He held it up
to the light and gazed long into the crown.
There on a slight strip Of black silk post
ed 10 the interior of the hat, 10 red let
ters, was a name familiar to the hardened
but not hcartless gambler, name which
caused his conntenance to change, and
his lips to culver That name was Nor
ton Faulkner. 1t riyeted the gaze Of
tho dealer.
"Why live life ever bafilcd in all its
designs as mine Better 10 die :" NUT
tered Morton, in a somewhat calmer
manner. as he arose with shaking limbs
from the chair.
young man, is the name in this hat
your own n said TIE dealer. advancing
in front Of him. lie dropped the hat
and exclaimed:
"Can it be ! Heavens My brother !"
John Faulkner How changed My
God why are We herel' and the young
or brother, overcome with emotion, sank
down insensiblc in his chair. They had
recognized each other, though while
playing neither bad dreamed who the
other was Both were too fall FOR utter
spcc The cider brother ran 70 The sa-