The daily morning journal and courier., 1899-06-07


 by some, but no especial significance was attached to his departure.
 Two months later in a gambling house at Fl Paso:
 A crowd of men sitting and standing three deep about the faro table; the dealer pushing the cards out of the nickel-plated box, unconcernedly paying the lucky bets and sweeping away the others every one oppressively silent; all eyes on the different stacks of chips and the Hateful box before the dealer; the money drawer of the table pulled far out, disclosing the shining tvr1ties; and Jose Casadra keeping cases,' betting heavily and losing.
 But he was too old a gambler to be- tray by an expression which way the Weathervane of fortune pointed, and when he had lost three heavy bets in succession not a muscle of his face changed as he calmly put large stake on the ace to win and 'coppered' the king for an equal amount. A hand reached over the fringe of the crowd and placed a modest number of chips on the same cards. The ace won; the king lost. Like all of his superstitious fraternity, he was quick to notice the slightest incl dent connected with a change of luck, and now waited for the hand before making his next venture. Again it came over the heads of the crowd, and this time played combination of the five, six, seven, eight and nine to win, and the queen and jack to lose. h. stantly Jose had two hundred dollars on the same bets. Once more he was suc- cessful. When it came to call "th- turn the party behind him bet trey deuce" Jose did the same The trey and deuce came out in the order named Then he cashed in his chips, a winner and, getting up from the table, pushed through the crowd to see who it was he had so luckily followed,
 The man was in a distant corner of the room by himself Jose's dark face be- came suddenly livid, for he found him self looking into the eyes of Jim San ders The eyes were in the head of tall, heavily built and smooth-faced man,
 Who-are-you?' weakly gasped Jose, backing away
 Who am I?' replied the other in jocular way, although h!s eyes belied it. ''Who am I? Why, don't you know me?'
 "Not-not-Jim?" came loses hoarse fright But the blood was slowly com ing back into his face The voice was different, if the eyes were not
 No, I'm Ton-Jim's brother, Jim's dead, ye know"
 "Yes, I-I-know, but your eyes? Damn you! Where'd you get those eyes?" The other advanced a step My God! It is Jim!' he almost screamed, as he cringed in abject terror against the wall.
 Say, what kind of a feller are ye any how to be so skeart about a feller's brother? S'pose I hey got Jim's eyes? Aint they good enough? Jim he'd a little the best O me-he was a half hour older, I jest kem from Virginny. Everybody thought Jim left stake, but he didn't, pore feller-leastways none that I could find. How long since you been thar?"
 Some of loses confidence was return ing. He muttered an unintelligible re- ply.
 How much money you got?'
 The colossal inpudence of the ques- tion would have astoundsd any stranger, Jose looked angrily amazed. He started to reply with an oath, when suddenly his face changed. Don't look at me like that!" he whined. How much money you got?' repeated the big man, calmly but remorselessly. Jose struggled with himself to keep s lent but the cold, deliberate and judg- | ing eyes compelled him to speak and tell the truth.
 thousand-dollars," he fal- l tered, barely above a whisper. "So you've got four thousand dollars | now?" echoed the other, in tones of | great satisfaction. Abject fright again swept into loses | face Four thousand? Why that was | exactly the amount he The thought was not even finished in his mind He saw that the eyes read | guilt in his own. By an almost super human effort he broke the hypnotic | spell of the dreadful gaze and looked | about him for help. He tried | to cry out, but his throat was dry. Then his hand shifted nervously behind | lim for his revolver.
 None O that! None 'o' that!" cried