New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-07-28

cratic friends We're powerful enough to
insure his admission to many similar
institutions, and, OF course, he oc-
casionally played at them, and asked
their members to dine at his cham
bers.
One fine day Mr.. Punter CHANGED to
be walking somewhat moodily down
st. James street, when he was ac-
costed by a friend whom he had not
seen for some weeks, and who hap
pened to be member Of a club called
Parthian, situated within the imme
date neighborhood.
"Come into the pothouse and have
drink, !" said Punter' friend, and Mr..
Punter assented.
Anything been going on here lately
in the card lne?" inquired the latter
gentleman.
"Not much here, but we've played
once OF twice in Buttershaw's rooms,
and there's an old chap, pal OF his,
who wins like the very devil"
"Really?"
eyes; he's an admiral something
sounded like Burnaby, but it wasn't.
White-haired old chap-wears specta-
cles.'
"You don't say so?" said Mr.. Pun
ter, feeling a very singular sensation.
''Why? What do you mean?'
Nothing! nothing! I'll have another
split, please"
Mr.. Punter left the Parthian, medi-
tating much more gloomily than be-
fore. On his way to the Greville he
met another friend.
"Hullo!" said the new conner. "You
look previously solemn. Been losing
money!"
Eyes; confound i'll" replied Punter.
"How's luck with your
tMighty bad. Nearly broke. Met a.
chap in Buttershaw's rooms who
cleaned the whole lot of us OUT
Mr.. Punter grasped at a lamp-post
for support. "What was his name?"
he teebly gasped.
"Barrabas, or something like it.
Ought to be Judas Iscariot An old
sinner! Says he's been Peruvian con-
sui at Odessa; don't believe there's
any Peruvian consul in Odessa, but
I'm going to a chap in the foreign Of
flee who can find out. Ta-ta; look
mighty bad; take care of your self"
Mr.. Punter, in fact, felt very bad in
deed. Was it possible that, after all
his vast experience, he had been sharp
ed and swindled like "a guileless school
boy? The very idea was torture. and
he rushed on toward Greville; but be-
fore he arrived there he remember
ed that Butterskaw had invited
him to dinner that very evening,
and he determined to do notia-
lngrash. He would consult the duke,
Sir Hector and the rest, and warn
Buttershaw that ne had been cherish
iing:a viper. But perhaps Buttershaw
wasiin the plot himself, and Mr.. Punt
er's very brain began to reel with per
plex1ty. There was no one particular
IN the club, so he spent the afternoon
in afever of Impotence and appeared
lat Mr.. Buttershaw's chambers punct-
ual to the minute. He was the first to
arrive and lost no time in questioning
his host about their mutual friend, the
General
TITS a very odd thing that old Bar
'nabas should always VIM he began.
ayes; isn't it," said Buttershaw, in
'nocently. 'Itcan't understand 1t at
all"
''Imet two men to-day who have
lost money to him here" continued
Mr.. Punter.
''Indeed?" replied the other, with a
puzzled air. Mr.. Punter began to feel
uncomfortable.
Eyes; 'one said he had lost to an Ad-
>miral and the other to a Consul, and
both these seemed to be exactly the
as our friend Barnabas.
Mr.. Buttershaw burst into loud
aughter-unnecessarily loud, Mr.. Pun
ter thought.
'"Fact is, my dear fellow, old Barna-
basis abit touched in the upper story.
He's knocked about so much and been
SO often that he fancies him
self all sorts of things, and humor
him. He really was in the confederate
an awful crack on the head
from a sabre, and has been bit funny
ever since, though perfectly harm
less"
AtBy jove, I don't know so much
about that" said Punter, ruefully.
"Well, he's had alotout me, too"
sighed MIR. Buttershaw; "paid him an
other $500 to square our accounts
only this morning. But I wonder
where he has got to. Excuse me, and
TN just 60 and see if he has sent any
message"
The other guests came in one by one,
and Ppnter relapsed into uneasy 81
lence, blt as the general did not ap.
pear he began to glance impatiently
at the door. Presently Buttershaw
returned, and after apologizing to the
new Corners for his absence he said,
turning to Punter: II wonder what |
the deuce can have become of Bi.rna-
bas?"
All had now arrived except the Gen
eral and Sir Hector Flash. The clock |
licked onward, and Buttershaw swore
"This is absurd" he said, we won't
Wait any longer. It's $780," and he
'ang for dinner.
Soon after they had sat down, Sir
Hector rushed painting upstairs.
every sorry, old man: had To 500