Waterbury Democrat., 1900-10-31

and dismayed and wronged by Fate, since luck had turned at last against him. Large sums had been lost to players as ineXorable as he himself had been. Large sums had been di- verted from the government channels in his charge, some to pay his so-called debts of honor, some to cover abstrac- tions from other funds, 'robbing Pe- ter to pay Paul." some to silence peO- pie who knew too much; some, ay, most of it, in fact, to cover margins, and once money gets started on that grade it slips through ones fingers like quicksilver. At the very moment when Anson Burleigh's envious cronies were telling each other he stood far ahead of the world, the figures were telling hin he stood twenty thousand dollars behind it, and that, too, when he was conf onted by two imperative calls for spot cash, one for ten thousand to
 Warrior Gap, another for sum almost as big to "stako" man who never yet had turned an honest penny, yet held the luartermaSter where he dare not say so-where indeed he dare not say no.
 If you haven't it you knew where you can get it-where you have ofter
 got it bGfife, and where youd better get it before it's too late;" these
 were words said to him that very
 morning, in tones so low that none but he could hear; yet they were ringing in his head now like the boom
 of some tolling bell. Time was when he had taken government money and turned it into handsome profit through the brokers of San Francisco and Chicago. But, as MT. John Oak | hurst remarked: There's only one thing certain about luck. and that l is it's bound to change" and change it had, and left him face to face with | calamity and dishonor. Where was l he to raise the ten thousand dollars | that must be sent to the post quar- | termaster at Warror Gap? The end | of the fiscal year was close at hand. | He dare not further divert funds from | one appropriation to cover shortages
 in another. He could borrow from
 the banks, with good indorse-, but | what indorser was there good enough
 but John Folsom last man now
 whom he could bear to have suspect that he was in straits. Folsom was | ESpQilGo lo bS "oA lA t"S AuAiNA So
 thousand dollars, and that lovely girl
 would inherit half his fortune. There | lived within his circle no man, no | woman in whose esteem Eurleigh so blundered at the start. Damn that
 cub who dared to lecture him on the
 evils of poker! Was boy lieutenant | to shame him before officers of the l generals staff and expect to go un-
 whipped? Was that butt-headed sub- l altern to be the means of running his
 prospects right here and now when he
 stood so sorely in need of aid? Was
 the devil himself in league against
 him, that that boys sister should turn | out to be the closest friend old Fol
 som's daughter ever had-a girl to whom father and daughter both were devoted. and through her were doubt less interested in the very man he
 had been plotting to pull down? Bur-
 leigh savagely ground his teeth to- | gether.
 "Go and hurry that buggy" he or I tfered, as he crushed the sheet of pa
 per on which he had been nervously
 figuring. Then, springing up, he be l gar. pacing his office with impatient stride A clerk glanced quickly up
 from his desk watched him one mo
 ment with attentive eye, and looked
 significantly at his neighbor. "Old