Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1905-03-03
CHAPTER Ill
DARREL's GAME AT HAwKBILLls

SI1AE LII. 90
BARRELS GAME AT IAwKBILL,s.
Properly equipped with "a stony dis
regard for human greed and frailty.
any observer could have loitered;, in
Hawkbill's on and after ten p. m. and
been certain of exciting entertainment.
A philosopher of another school might
have seen more than enough to point
a moral and adorn tale and perhaps
have retreated with "a discouraged
sense of mans inhumanity to man. n
Darrell could be Indifferent and hard,
or sympathetic and yielding. Deep in
his heart was ever feeling that
stirred at another's misfortune and his
moods varied with the characters Of the
players as well as with the play. 10 30
He stood close to a, table, facing The
] door and dividing his attention be-
tween the. fall of the cards andsthe
men who entered, 4, An old, old game
Familiarity known as two pluck tone'''
was In progress, wherein. pair of
.mereiless carnpaigners were taking
money from a beardless and rash youth
wholsat between them. 7iloek 9iiiis y
Cheating, on the part Of the, leamtng.
blers. was constant and fragrant. But
the boy had eyes for only his owl,
/ cards and was playing with absorbed
and tremulous intensity. s, ,os;4i. IA,
They'll have headlines on me in
the eastern papers" he 3recklessly
averred, unless make a big winning
Tonight" ii3HAi5 { II llfiiG lTHl7
There's no telling when the luck
II turn" answered one, ,of the GAM
blers insinuatingly, Shifting, a cut"
with lightning quicllness. . ITS ali
chance. you know. Up to now I've
won, but from this out it may be your
turn" "a gs1h add 10 3uo $500 anIys
The youth clenched his teeth gand
whitened, for he had laa losers. grudge
against a winners assumed superior
fity., He wagered the last Of his money
"a dozen crisp bills, marked with q
&C. in one corner. = - - :. .
He lost. Rising from the table With
the quiet remark, "T'm done, gentle
men," he walked steadily out into tie
darkness, far beyond the glare OF the
red lamps. 20 n8d4t3 algei3 Ga5la
II was the old story Of the moth ana
the flame. i, Darrell knew it well, but
not SO well that familiarity bred any
thing but deeper and more consuming
pity ~ 80 80 y. I,g,, ,
70 He was at the youths back in time
to snatch a six-shooter from his con-
vulsiye hand. s1ij32a ospE ssa 19tsi' !
Come, come" he said, as the boy
gave a startled cry and turned On him.
Where is your manhood, young fell
love-" .qa.li., Il 10 64hDl 90,
: Manhood" was the bitter response,
TASK the red, white and blue chips at
Hawkbill's. Give me that, Tor. BY ls4,P'3
With plunge he sought to catch the
weapon and tear it from Darrel's grasp.
.Softly!a warned the other, clutching
his hand. III get your money back
for you will you promise never to touch
another card so longtas you lfve?"s -
Who are you?" gasped the youth.
''My money is gone and 1 am ruined.
How can you get it back for me7"
Follow me- andssyouszwtll find seut;
AS to who am, that is beside the
question. Have your promise?'
Yes; but I-should Nike
Here's your revolver I'd throw II
away, il were you.a' 's7sS @
Darrell pushed the weapon into the
young mans hand, turned sharply and
retraced his steps to HawkbtlPs. The
two gamblers were still at table. = "a, 4
49, What Darrell purposed doing called
for skill and courage. Both qualities
We're his and he sought the issue with
that airy confidence Ito which others
had often attributed his success 90
1t was by meddling In a some what
similar way that he had earned the