The Newark journal. (Newark, Ark.) 1901-1959, 1905-04-14
tcopyright, 1905, By william wallace Cook

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contemplative eyes on his work rap
fell on the door. In answer to bis re-
quest Roy Lenyard entered.
Bless you, my lad" murmured OAR
rel You've done it, haven't your
Il have made my peace with the
dearest girl in the world" exclaimed
Lenyard.
And you will be happy. Elise Az
cry is a woman to make any man hap
py-espeeially man as deserving as
yourself
Please do not oyerrate me"
Il couldn't do that. Sit down."
Elise and her aunt want to COME"
went on Lenyard. seating himself.
You have told them about Stur-
gis?"
Yes 1t was hard, Dared. to mar
her happiness. but Elise is bearing up
nobly She had expected the worst and
that prepared her, in way"
yet You did not tell her the worst?"
That her father had changed his
name and had become gambler? No.
| spared her that.
III was best that you did So
9li: told Elise how you helped me,
Darrell; told her how | had come out
to this country entrusted with money
by some eastern friends who reposed
faith in my integrity and was TO exam
inc mine and close deal for its pur-
chase She knows that | was false TO
my trust and lost the money at the
gambling table and that you won it
back for me. That is Why she wants
TO see you and thank You. We are all
leaving tomorrow for Anaconda and
the east Won't you go with me now
TO the hotel"
Darrell shook his head.
Don't urge me, Lenyard You have
repaid me hundredfold for everything
did for you.
Lenyard leaned forward and laid a
friendly hand on barrels knee.
What of the future, DARRELL" he
asked
Let us not talk of my future, but of
yours"
and | trust you will take no offense.
You are fitted for better things. OAR
rel. and why not try for them?"
I'm other words you think | should
reform ?"
$50 far as card-playing goes. yes"
mo, | will not. My reputation
would cling to me. You remember
himself 10 Sinbad's neck? That is the
sort of a reputation I would have If
tried to reform. | would rather be
what | am
But man can live down a reputa-
ton"
Some kinds; not one like mine
Why. my lad, | am the author of
brave play in poker. 1t is known as
barrels discard Every blackleg in
the west knows of it," He laughed
The notoriety pleases me, for it takes
nerve to discard aces"
Lenyard tried to argue, but Darrell
reached for the written sheets that lay
beside him on the table.
After ALL he said, settling back in
his chair, the sheets in his hand, what
does il matter? 1t takes all kinds of
men to make a world and | am not so
sure that a gambler has not his uses
in the great universal scheme | have
some verses here, Lenyard. They are
very poor, but sometimes my thoughts
come in rhymes and | jot them down
to get them out of my head | am GO
ing to call this doggerel 'NImporte'
and you shall listen to it, for it re-
fleets my mood to-day"
Then, with the smoking cigar be-
tween his slender white fingers and the
teathery yapor creeping around his
handsome face. he read:
a sage 1 knew once blew and blew
Upon a pipe of clay,
And from that pipe bubble ripe
And perfect, dropped away.
Then, as / gazed. rainbow blazed
Across the bubbles face.
And meads were seen, and hills of green,
And life In ev'ry place;
And 10! play, in brave array,
we saw as we stood by;
And on the stage there stood the sage.
And near the sage, stood /.
What work we made. or low we played,
1t boots not here to tel.
Yet hopes and fears. and 3-.cs and tears,
That bubble world betciL
Then as we wrought. with sudden
thought,
The sage blew out his breath,
And in a mist, ere one could list,
That bubble died the death.
Then spake the sage; Mans heritage
OF happiness aud Woe,
Is like the things our fancy brings,
For fancies come and go.
Time wears apace, and into space
4 throbbng ball is hurld,
And on the bah live notes who call
That throbbing bah a world.