The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1902-03-19
CALLED
DOWN
BY Douglas n. Doty
Copyright, 1909. by
Douglas Y. Doty

Observation-Disclosures
BY birth a gentleman, by force Of CIR
cumstances jack Of all trades, by pro-
fession raconteur!
Such was my record when I arrived
In England, whittier the fame of my
stories had preceded me. Almost d.
rectly l received letter from Lord
Brewer of Tentowers castle, In Surrey,
requesting me to come down to his
place, as he was entertaining large
house party.
The castle, founded as a monastery,
was most romantic pile, representing
In Its various towers and wings q sue
cession of architectural periods. Its
maze of winding corridors and hidden
stairways suggested mystery and in
vited exploration.
My initial appearance before Lord
Brewers guests was to be at dinner
and | spent the last moments before
leaving my apartment In reading over
the list of topics had jotted down for
use during the evening. A raconteur
Is expected to fill In every iull, every
dull moment. Suddenly there fell upon
the quiet of my room these words:
1--WE must run It UP to 5000 tonight
Do you hear? We mustp
l stared round the room. 1t seemed
as IL the sound had come through some
dull tapestry In small alcove. Per-
haps the tapestry covered secret door,
but there was no time to investigate.
\ respondent footman was waiting to
conduct me to Lord Brewers presence.
An interesting lot they were gathered
around the dinner table of Tentowers
castle that night-that Is, they were in.
| teresting to me as types for study. AS
converse tionallsts they were failures,
| for the only subjects on which they
talked fiuently were cards and horse
flesh.
/ selected my stories accordingly.
The guests were apparently familiar
with the customs of Monte Carlo, but
/ told them tales of our own wild west,
Of games of faro and poker that fairly
made them gasp, and after dinner I
must teach them our national game of
chance.
Sitting opposite me at table was a
broad shouldered, dark man, whose
eyes, black and set rather close togeth-
or, never left my face. His lips were
thin and bloodless, and his long, rather
aquiline nose had n cruel curve about
the nostrils. But what most attracted
my attention was his odd trick of
drumming almost constantly with his
right hand, now on the table, now on
the arm Of his chair and now on his
recognized the voice back of the tapes
try in my room. His name was Cap
tain Marchand
His wife sat at my right. handsome
woman, with profusion of soft brown
hair and beautiful blue eyes, which, l
learned in a short time, were playing
havoc with the mental peace Of young
fellow named Chadwick, who was
plainly jealous Of every smile the lady
wasted on me, He was a handsome.
boyish looking fellow, one of those
chaps who imagine themselves violent
ly In love with every pretty face they
meet
Mrs. Marchand seemed to have
caught her husbands peculiar trick of
beating that devilish tattoo with her
fingers. 1t fairly got my nerves on
edge, but no one else at the table ap-
peared to notice 1t. l caught myself
recalling stories of telegraph operators
who continued their work automatical-
~ after office hours, but surely these
two guests OF an English aristocrat
knew nothing of trade In the course
Of my eventful and uncertain life had
been an operator for short period.
After the ladies had withdrawn l
told my choicest stag stories, to which
the men drank freely, and by the time
we rose to enter the drawing room 1t
can be truthfully said that Captain
Marchand and myself were the only
men who were thoroughly sober
During the next hour | was kept
busy explaining the intricacies Of polk
er, after which watched the guests
yield to the fascination Of the game.
Soon little piles OF sovereigns and notes
appeared and disappeared at the vari-
GUS tables. Excitement grew apace,
and the very faces Of the players were
transformed. The greed of gain was
upon them. 1t was my first glimpse Of
the English nristocrat at his private
gaming table
Finally interest centered at the table
where Marchand and young Chadwick
held forth alone. At the beginning
Chadwick had won, and with q trium-
plant gesture he would haul In his lit
tie pile Of gold. The liquor had brought
a sparkle to bis eye and daring to his
tongue. for he kept Mrs. Marchand
close to his side, declaring her to be his
mascot and casting such langulshing
glances into her perfect blue eyes that
wondered at Captain Marchand's
calmness. When Chadwick won, she
clapped her hands in girlish glee, and
once or twice l caught cynical smile
on Marchand's lips. Clearly her pres.
ence was going to Chadwick's head.
He played recklessly.
''Ill make 1t f4,000r' exclaimed the
captain.
A,hush fell on the room. Then rose
Mrs. Marchand's clear, sweet voice:
How exciting! Oh, Mr.. Chadwick.
go him one better! Make 1t 5,OOog'
The other guests rose and gathered
round the table. Lord Brewer stood
on the hearth rug, gfancing toward the
group with troubled eyes. heard him
say under HIS breath:
THE lad can't afford to lose that
amount"
Joined the spectators just as Chad
wick called for another card Then