Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1902-06-24
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sick Of II. want a new sensation for
my money. Perhaps, Mr.. knockholt,
If you and put our heads together, we
might devise some new sensation. Do
you think we could? I'd take 1t very
kind II you'd help me find one. | don't
mind what | pay for 1t. In fact, the
more IL costs, the better"
"Wa.a.ll, If you want a sensation
that comes real expensive" suggested
the American, what dye say TO poker
hundred pound rise. Say II you're
on for that. I'm your man."
MIR. Dickinson shook his head. Il
hate cards he answered sadly. 81 al.
ways win at them. There's a thing
I've long been waiting to try; only
never could find anybody to take me
on. do believe. however. that I've
found the right man in you. What do
you say 10 Cigar.ighting Competi.
tion?"
"A cigarlighting competition? ]
guess that's new 10 me. What Is it,"
Lighting cigars with hundred-pound
notes" explained Mr. Dickinson, Hs
calmly as though he had been talking
of game of spillikins.
Gabriel stared.
"Reckon you're chatting, Mister" he
said.
"Oh. indeed no. I'm perfectly in
earnest. give you my word. VIII
you take me on?"
"Wa.a.ll." rejuned the Yankee, his
business instincts recOiling at the mad
folly of the suggestion. Il guess spend.
ing moneys one thing. but pitching il
behind the fires another altogether
/ Mr.. Dickinson heavCd q deep sigh Of
disappointment.
II thought I'd really found fellow
sufferer at last" he said, but | find |
am mistaken. Mr. KnoCkholt, 1t Is ev'
ident that you are much less burdened
with a superfuity of cash than your
remarks led me 10 suppose.
Guess you're mistOok there, Mister,
I'd back myself to buy you up, any
day.
Mr. Dickinson smiled a blandly con-
temptuous smile.
Words are very well" he answered
but deeds are what weigh. You de.
clined my challenge. Mr.. Knockholt
The fact speaks for itself"
who said | declined your chal.
lenge? fired up Gabriel.
II understood you 10 say so your.
self"
Guess I'd have a poor opinion Of
myself II my bankers wouldn't honor
my check for such a fieabite as a hun.
dred hundred.pound notes. he said.
On the following night Mr.. Dickin.
son came into the smoke.room carry.
ing in his arms four boxes OF Havanas.
Here are the cigars" he said, in his
mild way. "A couple OF hundred each
to begin with. or course. my sugges.
ton is that We just light each cigar
with 600 note: then throw both
' he cigar and note into the FIRE: then
light another. and so on. Is that agree
able to you, Mr.. Knockholt?"
Wall, yes. reckon that1l suit
me very we'll" replied the Yankee,
with lordly Indifference.
| Amid the eager and interested looks
Of the whole company. little old Mr..
Dickinson opened the boxes. placed
two OF them on the table at Gabriel's
elbow, and two upon an adjacent table
for himself. Then he took from tho
pocket of mis- smoking jacket a large
bundle of bank notes, which he set
down by the cigars.
Gabriel. with a defiant air, followed
his example.
With formal deliberation, Mr.. Dick.
inson produced a halfpenny from his
pocket.
] I'VE had better toss for the honor"
he said You call"
Gabriel called heads" 1t was
tails"
MY honor, then" remarked old Mr..
Dickinson. SHINING blandly, he took I'M
cigar and a bank mole He lighted
the note in the gas. applied 1t to tho
cigar. had three whiffs or so, then toss.
ed the cigar and the note into the fire.
Gabriel, affecting supreme indiffer.
ence, followed suit. Mr.. Dickinson re.
peated the operation.
Then Gabriel.
Then MIR. Dickinson.
Then Gabriel.
Then Mr.. Dickinson again; and 60
on. In that order. they continued,
amid a GREATNESS silence, for twenty
MISUNDERSTANDING. Mr.. Dickin.
son was evidently enjoying Ms new
sensation more and more.
SiXty-seventy-eignty. Eight thou.
sand pounds apiece deliberately chuck.
ed away, Gabriel began to breathe
hard. Surely this could not last.
Ninety. G, G. X. pale. savage. vi.
cious. Mr.. Dickinson placid smiling,
affable.
One hundred.
Pray God he'll stop now" Rroaned
the Yankee, inwardly. Curse 1t! why
was ever drawn into sucd a contest
with this grinning maniac? I'm