The Minneapolis journal., 1903-03-21

He was curiously quiet during the meal
frowning and distrait. Nothing could
rouse him, neither the superexcellence OF
the f1let mignon nor my attempts at wit.
He drank his vim girls de Tourafne as If
it were rouge ordinaire at fifty centimes
the litre, never shifted its exquisite bou-
quet nor closed his eyes in content over its
keen flavor. Something seemed weighing
upon him, depressing him beyond hope Of
recall ;. .s r.. T. .~. - - .s-
5"Come, come, mani said in despair,
"Ive asked you a question twice and
you've stared through me. What's got
into you? An hour ago you were gay
enough, Lord knows! Come, wake up, tell
US your troubles. -, ~ ~
Mallory pulled himself together with a
little shivering jerk = u
some one walking over my gravel. he
muttered. "Eh, lad? eh?-Aye, I'm a bit
blue. The devils have me, papillon noirs!
I've been seeing things. s
Nov, by heaven" said I, III you'd just
see us way out Of our troubles, while
you're at it, it would be jolly worth while.
Just see us way to win our game, will
you?'' ....,.' IT. ..-s- = 8
%"Win?'' said Mallory in his low, dull
voice. AYE, we'll win. right enough
Never fear that, we'll win.-We, say IT.
You'll win, Creighton. man, the rest OF
you, not l. by my soul! I never win, I've
no luck. You'll win, but I'll lose." ~
And to that I found nothing to reply,
for as live, saw nothing that Denis
Mallory might win from the game. II he
won his hand twas for the prince, not
himself-and I'd not seen Mallory's face
down there in the garden with Madame,
E|for nothing, nor when he was told that
! Karl was on his way to Paris.
/ Il never win," said he hopelessly, finger
ing the little cheese knife that lay by his
plate, and marking with it upon the white
cloth. y
4 IT play my hand fight my battle OF
plot my scheme and some other man takes
the prize. I've no luck Look you! Yor
know what I've done, why am not rich;
Why isn't my coat covered with fool little
q jeweled crosses? I've won fortunes fol
other men and orders for their breasts
but no fortune for my pockets and M
ribbons for my buttonhole. No, I've NJ
luck" 55t l55 @
20, as for that" said I. still trying t.
cheer him up, what are any Of US tt
!, win out OF this business? We're in It
{ just as you are. to save woman, to tr.
a fall with Fate. There's no question Q
our getting anything out Of It.
But he wouldn't be drawn.
$ IT never win. he muttered ahsently
9 still marking with the little knife upo1
i the cloth. whats the use OF playing?''
. "Why, none!' said I In a oheery tone
9 at all! Let's chuck upl It's
j sorry business, let it take care Of itself
!. chuck it up. man, chuck it up
8 That drew him at last. s1
n "Chuck 1t up7'' he cried savagely. mo
c while I've got the use Of my arms an
eless! Are you mad, Creighton? Chuc
e it up7 Great God In heaven! II I though
s you meant - All, come, come. sa
e you're joking. old chap. Don't give m
d a turn like that, don't mind me II I tai
g nonsense. Tm-down on my luck. Let
e get away from this place. Have you hn
= ished? My faith, I've q. milestone abor
d my neck!'' ss 81
it 'sWhere to now?" I asked out in ii
= street. ss5i.5 III
Ie Home said Mallory, 'tand come 70
h with me, I've no taste for cafes tonight
) We walked all the way to the ru
= Boissonade In silence. Mallory, 1t wa
ii quite plain, was IN no mood for talk, an
lI'd no mind to disturb him.