Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1896-10-09
She caught the money quickly to-

She caught the money quickly to-
gether and rose
"I'll 30 alone" she said. You'd
spoil the luck Something tells me
shall win tonight.
He watched her as she walked quickly
IN the direction of the lighted building.
then turned and thrust his hands into
his empty pockets and walked slowly
and dejeotedly in the opposite direction.
With mad recklessness which was
characteristic Of her. she stalted all her
small capital on the first throw--and
won. Keeping no reserve, she staked all
sho had again and won again. With
white, set face, and with something
beating hard and fast in her temples
like little hammer, she played stead.
lily on. Gradually crowd grew about
her; u little, hoarBe murmur Of surprise
went up as she raked over the money
again and again. Everything she touch.
ed turned to gold; she followed no sys-
tenn; she played with the greatest irreg.
ularity.
Men, coming out into the night air,
laughing and talking eagerly, wondered
who she was and predicted that she
would certainly break the bank others,
orowding In and peering over each
others shoulders, pressed to catch q
sight Of tho beautiful wonder. But the
woman played steadily on; only now
and again she whispered. through hen
set teeth, "For my love--my Lowell"
They all came orowding out ut last.
with Bertha Yeend walking in the fore.
front Of them-calm and white faced IA
ever-with cries and shouts and laughter
all about her; she had broken the bank.
The notes and gold were gripped tightly
within her fingers.
She shook herself free of tho crowd
and came to the seat over which had
leaned Leslie Penstone and sat down
there. But he did not come. and she got
up at last. impatiently, and walked
slowly away.
She saw him coming toward her.
Leaning on his arm was young girl
Bertha Yeend thrust the notes and gold
into bundle and held them between
her hands, gripping them hercely.
II wis hoping / should meet you"
she said softly. "Who Ia your friendP"
"Allow me--Miss Dora Brool1e--Mrs.
Yeend. AS an old friend, Mrs. Yeend.
you will be glad to know that Miss
Brooke has consented to share the for.
tunes and misfortunes Of this most un.
worthy servant. She is staying here.
with her people; we're just looking for
them.
He spoke with some degree of nerv.
BUSINESS. Mrs Yeend merely smiled do.
lightedly and spoke with her usual easy
grace.
II must really congratulate you, Mr..
Penstone," she said. "I was looking
for my husband" Despite all her care.
her lips would tremble little M she
finished speaking and bowed and left
them.
Coward" she breathed fiercely IA
she hurried on. $50 he lied, like all the
rest Of thomi Well, sing hey for the old
Life, with some money to gid II and
mako the dose palatablep'
Turning corner quickly and thrust.
ing tho money into the bosom Of her
dress. she came on little crowd gath.
cred silently about something lying ON
the ground. They tried to keep hen
back, but she pressed forward and came
within the circle aud looked down al
what they surrounded.
II was Herrick Yeend-dead, with
bullet In his brain and u revolver grip.
ped in his stiffening handl
Truly, fate is n mookeryi-In Town.