The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1871-09-05

made an impression"
"Pshaw p / returned, and felt that
was blushing like green girl.
"Nice girl, that Edith Nones," he rat
tied on his careless way, ga good catch too.
have been making some inquiries about
her got some money-she and her sister
came in for about fifty thousand between
them, az the old mans death. Go in and
win ~
We went home together-that is, when
l say "home," mean to the room we oc-
cupied at the International-in very good
spirits.
called the next afternoon upon Edith !;
found her alone in cosey little parlor that
looked out upon a garden-rather a rare
thing to find in New York had long
chat with her upon Indifferent subjects,
and left her with my good opinion strength
ened, and feeling strongly inclined to adopt
Walters advice, and try to win her. Ihes-
itated little over this important step, as
did not think had seen sufficient of life
to settle down into a sober married man.
The free-and-easy life had been leading
for the last few days had been very exhilar-
ating, and / wanted to have little more
of it. got it, with vengeance, that very
night.
Walter had picked up friend, a sallow-
complexioned man, with piercing dark
eyes, and splendid black hair and full beard
apparently about thirty years of age, who
went by the name of Parks. He was very
gentlemanly, had delicate white hands,
and wore q profusion of rings. One of
them, on the little finger of the right hand,
was peculiar seal ring, with some device
cut upon the stone. remember one day
trying to examine this ring, but he would
not let me, turning the stone inside his
hand, with some playful remark about
curiosity. OF course did not press it,
but the circumstance struck me as being
little odd at the time. Where Walter
picked this man up do not know, but
noticed that whenever we were in his
company our steps were invariably directed
to some haunt Of vice.
On the night in question he introduced
us into the most fashionable and frequent
ed gambling house in the city. A marble
front building, with plate-glass doors, with
a very conspicuous gold number upon
them and fitted up in what might truly be
called "palatiar' style. After passing
through the long corridor and two doors,
which opened slowly, as If the entrance
was vigilantly guarded, though I saw no
one but couple Of very sedate-looking
colored men, and up fight Of stone steps
we emerged into hall, resplendent with
gas chandeliers, plate-glass mirrors, long
tables, and elegant sideboards, covered
with decanters Of choice wines and dainty
little baskets holding the most fragrant
Havana cigars. r.t
The room was comfortably full, and
"faro" and "roulette" were in full opera
tion, but every thing was conducted in a
quiet and orderly manner. Attentive black
walters, in snowy white jackets, fitted
noiselessly about, supplying the gamesters
at the table with liquors and cigars. To
my inexperienced eyes it was like scene
from fairy land. We took drink--the
best Madeira / ever tasted-as a prelimina-
ry, and then watched the progress of the
game. l was leaning over the chair of an
old fellow, who appeared to have been play
ing vigorous game, and with rather poor
success. He looked like drover from the
West, being much more coarsely dressed
than those around him, and his features
bore evidence of having been exposed 10
rather rough weather. He had pile oi
round pieces Of ivory, or some kind Of bone
with q red ring round the edge, and a red
figure in the centre, before him, and ht
kept placing them ON different cards that
were fastened to q green cloth--one o.
each denomination in the pack-whilst
the dealer, opposite, was sliding other card
from square silver boz, just large enough
to hold pack, and contrived In some man
ner so as to pass but one card at a time.
"Thats "faro," whispered Walter
"That's what they call 'buclking agaihs
the tiger"
| asked him where they kept the "tiger, ;
and he gave me an indescribable leer as
he answered
! "Just you stake ten dollars on one o
those cards, and you'll feel his claws."
Eyes" said the old fellow, who over
heard us, looking up in my face--he had
Just staked his last ivory chip and lost
"that'S 80, neighbor. This ere fighting tn,
tiger Is the surest thing out" 8dsl
i Chow sure9" 1asked, in surprise.
"The more You put down tho less you'l