The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-03-27

as live with Madame Gambouge.
 So Gambouge shoveled dish and spoons into the flap of his surtout, and ran down stairs as if the devil were be- hind him-as, indeed he was
 He immediately made for the house of his friend, the pawn-broker-that es- tablishment which is called in France INont de Peiet "I am obliged to come to you again, my old friend" said Si- mon, "with some family plate, of which I beseech you to take care" The pawn-broker smiled as he exam incd the goods can give you noth- ing upon them said he
 What?" cried Simon; not even the worth of the silver?"
 No; could buy them at that price at the Cafe Morisot, Rue de la Verrerie, where, l suppose you got them little cheaper. And so saying he showed to the guilt-strcken Gambouge how the name of that coffee-house was inscribed upon every one of the articles which he had wished to pawn.
 The effects of conscience are dreadful indeed. Oh how fearful is retribution, how deep is despair how bitter is re- morse for crime-when crime is found
  tcrs much more easily. Gambougc cursed his fate, and swOre henceforth to be virtuouS.
 But, hark ye my friend continued the honest broker, there is no reason why, because cannot lend on these things, should not buy them; they will elo to melt, if no other purpose. Will you have half the money ?-speak, or peach
 Simons resolves about virtue were dissipated instantaneously. Give me half he said "and let me go. What scoundrels are these pawn-brokersl " c.aculatcd he, as he passed out of the i accursed shop seeking every wicked prcteXt to rob the poor man of his hard-won gain"
 When he had marched forward for d street OF two, Gambouge counted th" money which he had received, and found that he was in possession of no less than hundred francs It Was night as he rcckoned ont his cquivocal gains, and he counted them at the light of the lamp He looked up at the lamp, in doubt as to the course he should next pursue upon it was the simple number, l52 "A gambling house. thought Gambougc. l wish had half the money that is now on the table up stairs
 He mounted as many rogue has done before him, and found half hum dred persons busy at rouge et noir. Gam bougcs five napoieons looked insigif- cant by the side of the heaps which were around him; but the effects of the wine, of the theft, and of the detection by the pawn-broker were upon him, and he threw down his capital boldly upon the O O.
 It is q dangerous spot that O O, or double zero; but to Simon 1t was more lucky than to the rest of the world The ball went spinning round-in !" its predestined circle rolled, as Shelly has it, after Goethe-and bumped down at last in the double zero. One hundred and thirtyfive gold napolconS (louiS they were then) were counted out to the de- lighted painter 70 Diabolusl" cried he, Now it is that begin to believe in thee! Don't talk about merit" he cried talk about fortune Tell me not about heroes for the future-tell me of the zeros.
 And down went twenty Mapoleons more upon the O.
 The devil was certainly in the ball; round it twirled, and dropped into zero as naturally as duck pops it's head in- to pond. Our friend received five hundred pounds for his stake; and the croupiert and lookers-on began to stare at him.
 There were twelve thousand pounds on the table Suffice it to say, that Si- mon won half and retired from the Palais Royal with a thick bundle of bank notes crammed into his three cornered hat He had been but half an hour in the place, and he had the revenues of d prince for half yearl l Gambouge as soon aS he felt that he was capitalist, and that he had stake in the country discovered that he was an altered man. He rcpented of the foul deed and his base purloin- ing of the restaurateur's plate. "Oh an action like this of man who has property like mine" So he went back to the pawn-brokcr with the gloomiest face imaginable. My friend, said he, "l have forgotten my family and my religion. Here is thy money In the name of heaven, restore mo the ! pldt' WHICH l'tNc NroliSluliN SolIt thee"
 But the pawn-broker grinned, and said, Nay, Mir. Gamhouge, l will sell that plate for thousand francs to you, or will never sell it at all
 Well cried Gambrouge, "thou art an memorable rutfian Troisboules; but will give thee all am worth And here he produced billet of five hun dred francs Look said he, this money is all l own; it is the payment of two years lodging To raise it l have toiled for many months; and fail ing l have been criminal. Oh heaven! l stole that plate that l might pay my debt, and keep my dear wife from wan dering houseless But l cannot bear this load of ignominy-l cannot suffer the thought of this crime. will go to the person to whom did wrong. l | ,,.,l1 I I I