The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-05-01

spring click OF the TN box mixed up
with the penetrant voice of the dealer
Farther on the roulette spun its revolu-
tons of destiny for the human moth
Here was given the grim and grizzly ths
chance TO forget himself, his surround
ings and the too numerous regrets of
his past; here his love of excitement
had steady growth and qualification, and
a channel was followed for escape of
the energies which his mode Of life left
unused. Here the animal was let loose;
the large elephant grew larger, the tiger
was toyed with, and even the old game
of chuck-a-luck was remodeled by the
appearance ON green oileloth of
canary colored pony, with flowing name
and tail, who was now recognized as
mustang
The boy in blue went disinterestedly
and slowly from group 70 group, idly
watching the play. and the very reverse
side of it all. his old mother IN her little
home, was made hashlight photograph
ON his mind. He remembered that when
he was younger his hair had been wet
with his mothers tears, and that some
body, whose bearded face he recalled
often, had gone away. He had worked
for her and for his little brothers until
they became old enough TO take up the
life of his kind. and then he went out to
ask if the world were not wider than it
seemed, taking her blessing to keep him
warm. When he thought of this he no
longer accommodated himself to his en-
vironment The atmosphere rested on
him heavily and the sounds Jared and
offended all his senses. He turned and
went down the hall He had neared the
last table when a nervous hand caught
his eye as it lifted stack of blue chips
and dropped them rapidly, one after the
other, with that never described sound
known only to the player. He followed
up the hand to the profile of the face,
and stifened where he stood; his blood
cold, his eyes fixed. his heart movement
arrested. Recovering himself, he passed
on, looked through the three bullet holes
in one of the six small panes OF glass IN
the upper part of the double doors, raised
the huge iron latch and stood facing the
outer blackness.
Life is not told by. clocks He was
there for a minute, but he had lived out
years of time. He turned a sharp about
face, and with that nondescript, blood
chilling look a man wears but once IN
life, strobe straight end unarmed TO the
place of the profile, laid his hand almost
tenderly on the shoulder of his man and
said softly, as if he feared he might
wake him, 81 am Corporal Scion Brain
bridge, Jr., and / arrest you for the
CPur dAlene stage robbery"
The hand of the other was On his re-
volver and both were travelling 20 q
dangerous level though in a slow man.
ner of indecision, while his eyes seemed
lifting painfully. When they rested at
last on the boys face his own had lost
the concentrated look of the gambler.
The pearl gray shadow stealing over his
seamy cheeks spoke Of more pitiable
suffering than mere physical pain, and
wide gaze OF such distressed helplessness
as no painter will ever approach grew
out of the fading, fierce light Of his eyes
The half raised arm replaced the half
ready weapon on the table with all the
carefulness of age palsy, and the ashen
lips tremulously said, I'm readyr
1t was o matter for half hours won
derment IL Hanks place that there was
no blood ON the sawdust, and then the
dice raStled, the faro box disclosed
jolly looking, well fed king. cries Of "The
lucky red is filed; fifteen in the black
and you all win; come along, gentle
men," were heard; the roulette bah went
round again, and the feverish life that
consumes held on its way.
Conviction was had on the evidence Of
the boy, who unwittingly was about to
dof the arm chevroR for the shoulder
strap, and when the secondhand wit of
the post asked him who was the woman
in the case, the Jack of Clubs replied,
1.-THE boys mother"
Within the limits of Kootenai county,
in the territory of Idaho, on Jan. Is. 1883,
for the double crime Of murder and high
way robbery, was hanged until il was
dead the body Of Scion cambridge, ST.
He was the father Of Q soldier!--W. e.
Shir-Cliff in Washington Post.