Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-04-08

vi. ~ . loIulHS, SalO CnarleS,
and them
"Do you shirl, the question. Have
you taken to play?"
~, "A All little, I tell tell you. Never mind.
Were you not playing last night?"
Well-yes; l was. Very little"
"Lost or won?' said Oscar, care
lessly.
"Oh, I lost" answered Charles.
''The luck was against me-"
'Now, my good fellow, do you know
what you had better do? Go home to
Moat-Grange and stop there, and get
out of this set. know what game
sters are; they never let a pigeon off
till he is stripped of his last feather.
Leave, with me, for the Grange to-day,
and cheat them; and stop there till the
mania shall have left you, though it
should be years to come"
II am not going to Moat-Grange if
l know it," was Charles Dalrymple's
answer.
"Your reasonp"
Because must stay where am. I
wish l had never come. I do wish
that. But as l did come. here am
ixed."
"You might have been content there.
What did you want, flying off to Lon
don. the moment your father was under
ground? Had you succeeded to forty
thousand year, you could but have
fastened to launch out in the me-
tropolis."
II did not come to launch out" re-
turned Charles, angrily. II came to
get rid of myself; every thing was so
wrotche0 down there -
What constituted its wretched-
nessp"
1.-The remembrance of my father.
Every face saw, every stick and stone
about the spot seemed to rcproach me.
to Whisper that but for my carelessness
he would not have Gitd. And, second
ly, there was that n serable business
of my giving up Isabel Lvnnr'
"How! Have you given up Miss
Lynn?'
YES" replied Charles. with sti-
fled sigh. II promised my father that
my mother should remain in the Grange.
so of course could not marry. And l
gave up Isabel. and we took formal
leave of each other Don't talk to me
about the Grange. Oscar. shall not
return to the place. hate the sight of
it,"
81 suppose you gave her up in fit
of impulsep'
Il gave her up because there was
nothing else to be done. The accident,
by which my father lost his lif'. was
owing to me, and it was but right that
should sacrifice my own prospects TO
provide for my mother and sisters.
Justice demanded it Of me-"
lin a degree; but not in the chival-
rous style you have got to work. You
might have married Isabel Lynn, and
yet have provided for Mrs. Dalrymple
and your sisters"
"How?'
"How! Suppose YOU had divided
your income, there would have been a
thousand year for each party. Neither
there was Miss Lynn's fortune to add
to yours
81 did think, afterward, that had
been hasty. What you now say o.
Cured to my own mind, However,, 1t
is Of no use dwelling upon it, 1t is too
LATE"
"No, it is not too late. Mrs. Dali
rymple will, no doubt, readily"
Il tell you it is too late burst forth
Charles, in a sharp tone, and Oscar
thought it was one OF anguish, if he had
ever heard one.
Oscar Dalrympie left London that
night for the Grange. He found he
could do nothing with Charles. SO he
resolved to .'wash his hands of him"
(his own expression to himself) by lay
ing the facts before Mrs. Dalrymple.
She must do as she best could in the
matter. Oscar Dalrymrle was not
aware that he had come. to town too late.
He might have been able to effect no
good had he arrived earlier. but now
the power to do SO was removed from
all. Charles Dalrymplc was ruined.
Not only were all his available fundI
gone, but he had entered into liabilities
thick and threcfold, far beyond what
the rent-roll at the Grange would be
sufficient to meet. He had told Oscar
he did not play much the previous
night. Why did he notP Because he
had nothing left to play with, and had
sat a gloomy, morose man, looking on
at the others. introduced to the evil
destinations of play by Colonel Haugh-
ton, that man had drawn him pm until
the unhappy mania took full hold upon
Charles himself. To remain away from
the gam ling-table for one night w ould
have been intolerable, for the feverish
disease was raging within him. Poor
infatuated mani poor infatuated men,
all of them, who thus lose themselves!-'
he was positively indulging a vision OF
success and hope; every time that he
approached the pernicious table, it wis
rife within him, buoying him up and
urging him on-that luck might turn
in his favor, that night. that very light,
and he might win til. Grange back, and
the value of another Grange to it. and
SO regain Isabel! THUS it is with all;
save with those habtual gamblers who
are behind the scenes. such as Colonel
Haughton and his Confederate Piggott;
and the sooner the crash comes the
better-as it had now come for Charles
Dalrymple.
Every thing was gone, every availa-
BILE thing; he had nothing left but the
watch he had about him and the ring
he wore. Yes he had. Farmer Lee
had been wishing 10 invest few hun
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