Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1899-06-01

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: He was too old agambler to betray
by an expression which way the wealth
er vane of fortune pointed, and when
he had lost three heavy bets in success
sion, not muscle of his face changed
as he calmly put a 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 o
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 in.
cident connected with 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 a combination of the
five, Six, seven, eight and nine to win,
and the queen and jack to lose. In
stantly Jose had 5000 on the same bets.
Once more he was successful. Whenit
came to call "the turn the party be-
hind him bet ''tray deuce" Jose did
the same. The tray 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 luck
lily followed. -
The man was in distant corner of
the room by himself. Jose's dark face
became instantly ivid, for he found
himself looking into the eyes of Jim
Sanders. The eyes were in the head of
a tall, heavily-built and smooth-faced
man. Observation-Disclosures ,ss... s0,s.as sss.as st,z.
"Who-are--you?" weakly gasped
Jose, backing away. ~> a,...-ey... .e4 / %@zF .
who am II" replied the other, in
jooular way, although his eyes belied
it. ''Who am I? Why, don't you know
me?" a&.%k #@.t #a## s.
Not not-Jim ?" same Jose's hoarse
whisper, as he gazed in incredulous
fright. But the blood was slowly COM
ing back into his face. The voice was
different, if the eyes were not.
''No, I'm Tom-Jim's brother. Jim's
dead, We know"
Eyes, I-I-know; but your eyes?
Damn you! Where'd you get those
eyes?" The other advanced a step.
My God! 1t is Jim!'' he almost
screamed, as he cringed in abject ter
Tor against the wall.
''Say, what kind of a Teller are ye
anyhow, to be so skeart about a feller's
brother? S'pose 1 hev got Jim's eyes?
Amt they good enough? Jim he'd a
little the best O. me-he was a half
hour older. 1 jest KEN from Virginny.
Everybody thought Jim left a stake,
but he didn't, pore feller--,sastways,
none that could find. How long since
you been thar?''
Some of Jose's confidence was re-
turning. He muttered an unintelligi-
bic reply. ,'-....-.. .-...... .......
''How much money you got"' ,.-,-s
The colossal impudence of the ques-
ton would have astounded any stran-
ger. 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. ... f. o., .a.......@
"How much money you got?" re-
peated the big man, calmly but re-
! morselessly.
Jose struggled with himself to keep
silent; but the cold, deliberate and
judging eyes compelled him to speak
and tell the truth.
'Four-thousand- he fall
tered, barely above a whisper.
$50 you've got four thousand dollars
! now?'' echoed the other, in tones of
great satisfaction.
AFFECT fright again swept into Jose's
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 dreaded gaze and looked
hurriedly about him for help. He tried
to cry out, but his throat was dry. Then
his hand shifted nervos]y behind him
for his revolver. $685.. ....s
"None O. that! None O. that!" cried
his captor, warningly. Give got my
eyes on We, and I've got good eyes
Jim's eyes, you call 'em. Jim's dead,
but I've got his eyes in my head, and
I kin see with 'em, too. Ilsin see you're
guilty guilty O. stealing four thousand
O. Jim's good money. want that four
thousand ye got.''
Jose, blanched and terror-stricken,
made gesture of denial. 5@1
mo use O. denyin' it" resumed his
nemesis, coldly and sternly, ''for
warn't in Virginny for nothin'. yeard
O. you thar. I was in that drift as well
as yourself. 'Yc left a wide-open trail.
Ye don't think I been follerin' We for
nothin', do We? Ye don't think I've
been keepin' my eyes-Jim's eyes
on ye to let We git away from me now?
Come outside and give me that money.
Come on, now!" ,r'' ss-l.s@E l1+'
With his face toward Jose he opened
the door and stalked out. And Jose.
powerless to resist, followed him into
the night. ls5t. ssy
Richardson, the mine superintendent,
and Thompson, the San Francisco
stockbroker, sat talking over their cof-
fee and cigars in Virginia's best res
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