The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1886-07-10
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would much rather put this money
fear it is nearly fifty pounds-in the
pool. and leave You to play for it"
At the end of the evening he had won
nearly 91 ,OOo and sat at the table with
huge pile. of notes, gold and O Us in
front of him. looking the very picture of
despair.
"Cheer up. general. said the duke;
"well get it all back another night.
never fear"
I'm afraid not" groaned the ancient
warrior. II wish l had never begun
this. I ought to have known how it
would end"
blessed il ever saw man make as
much fuss over losing as old Barnabas
does over winning!" said Sir Hector to
his friend in private. II wonder il he
would lend me bit. if he's so precious
shy about keeping it ?"
Weeks passed by. and the general
/ made several gallant efforts to lose the
money he had won. but without success.
Before the old man came" Buttershaw
| would lament, cit was bad enough. I
used to lose hundred or SO night;
but now, / assure you, I've lost over
FL, 500 to him within the last fortnight.
Why, he mustNlave won thousands! !"
One fine day Mr.. Punter CHANGED to
be walking somewhat moodily down st.
Jamess street, when he was accosted by
| q friend whom he had not seen for some
weeks, and who happened to be men,
Der of Il club called the Parthian, situated
within the immediate neishborhood.
"Come into my pothouse and have
drink" said Punters friend, and Mr..
| Punter assented.
"Anythng been going on here lately
in the card line" inquired. the latter
gentleman.
"Not much here; but we've played
once or twice in Buttershaw's rooms and
there's an old chap, a pal of Lis, who
wins like the very deyil!' 4,
"Really?"
Eyes; he's an admiral something
sounded like Burnabv, but it WASN'T.
Used to he in the Chilian navy. White.
haired old cilap--we rs spectacles."
"You don't say so 2" said Mr.. Punter.
feeling q very singular sensation.
"Why? What do vou mean"
"Nothing nothing! I'll have another
split. please
Mr. Puuter left the Partlian. meditat-
ing much more gloomy than before. On
his way to Grevllle he met another
friend.
"Hnllo !" said the newcomer. "You
look previously solemn. Been losing
money!"
"Yes, confound it !" replied Punter;
"How's luck with you ?"
"Mighty bad Nearly broke. Met 9
chap in Bnttershaw's rooms who cleaned
the whole lot of us out.
Mr.. Punter grasped at a 1amp-rost TO-
r support What was his namc = h
I feeblv sasped.
E " Bar,.bbas. or something like it
Ought to be Judas Iscariot, An ole
sinner. SAYS he's been Peruvian consu
:, mt Odessa; lou't believe there is an.
9 Peruvian consHl ut Odessa, but In
+ going TO chap in the foreign Office wh'
can find out. T.t-ta; you look might.
, bad; take care of yourself"
Mr.. Punter, in fact, felt very ha
p indeed. Was it possible that, after a
= his vast and varied experience, he ha
been sharped and swindcl like guile
less schoolhoy ?" The very idea wa
:. torture and he rushed on toward til
q Greville; but before he arrived ther
i lie remembered that Butterslaw la
p invited him to dinner thai very ever
4 ing. and he determined to do nothin
rash He would consult the duk
!. Sir Hector and the rest, and warn Blu
!. tershaw that he had been cherishir
n o viper. But perhaps But.ersllaw vi
in the plot himself, and Mr.. Punter
!" very brain began to reel with perplexit
a There WAS no one particular i'll the clu
{. so lie spent the afternoon i'll fever
impatience, appeared at Mr.. Butte
r. shaw's chambers punctual to the minut
in He was the first to arrive. and lost !
70 time in questioning his host about the
mutual friend. the general.
8. Its very odd thing that old Rarn
ut bas should always wiu." he began.
at YES; isn't it," said Buttersha'
innocantly. II can't understand it
u all."
A. II met two men to-day who have lo
Is money to him here" continued n
ii Punter.