The Glenwood post., 1907-02-16
(Copyricht 1906, by Bobbs-Merrin Col
CHAPTER lI.-Continued.

L opened the wallet TO extract small
bill, l saw the stranger eying me
quietly. Well, WELL the dullest being
brightens at the sight of money and
its representatives. | drew out
small bill and handed it to the pro
prietor. He took it, together with
the mask, and sidled over to the cash
register. The bell gave forth a muf-
fed sound, not unlike that of fire.
bell in a snowstorm. AS he was
in the act of wrapping up my pur-
chase, l observed the silent custom
er's approach. When he reached my
side, he stopped and picked up some
thing from the floor. With a bow,
he presented it to me.
Il saw it drop from your pocket"
he said; and then when he saw what
it was, his jaw fell, and he sent me
a hot, penetrating glance.
The ten of hearts," he exclaimed,
in amazement.
l laughed easily.
THE ten of hearts," he repeated.
Yes; four hearts on one side and
four on the other, and two in the
middle, which make ten in ALL
raillery in my tones What the deuce
was the matter with everybody to-
night? Marvellous card, isn't it?"
Very strange," he murmured, pull
ing at his lips
And in what way is it stranger" l
asked, rather curious to learn the
cause of his agitation
There are several reasons, brief
ly.
"Ah!"
q have seen mans hand pinned
to that card; therefore it is grew
some.'
Some card sharper?'
He nodded. Then again, | lost
small fortune because of that card
ditfidently.
"Poker?"
Yes. Why will man try to fill
royal flush? The man next to me
drew the ten or hearts, the very card
! needed. The sight of it always un-
nerves me. l beg your pardon"
"Oh, that's all right" said l, won
dering how many more lies he had up
his sleeve.
And there's still another reason. I
saw a man put six bullets into the
two central spots, and an hour later
the seventh bullet snuffed the candle
of a friend of mine. | am from the
west"
Il can sympathize with you" I re-
turned. After all that trouble, the
sight of the card must have given you
a shock"
Then l slowed away the fatal card
and took up my bundle and change |
have in my own time tried to fill royal
fiushes, and the disappointment still
fingers with a bitter taste.
THE element of chance is the most
fascinating thing there is" the
stranger from the west volunteered
so it is l recalled suddenly re-
calling that l was soon to put my trust
in the hands of that very tickle god
deSs.
He nodded and returned to his revol-
vers, while l went out of the shop.
hailed cab, and drove up town to
my apartments in Riverside. 1t was
eight O'Clock by my watch leaned
back against the cushions. Illuminating.
There seemed to be something going
on that night; the ten of hearts was
acquiring mystifying, not to say sin
lister aspect. First it had alarmed the
girl in Mouquin's, and now this
stranger in the curio-shop. | was con
fident that the latter had lied in re-
gard to his explanations The card
had startled him, but his reasons were
altogether of transparent thinness. A
man never likes to confess that he is
unlucky at cards; there is a certain
pride in lying about the enormous
stakes you have won and the wonder
full draws you have made l frowned.
1t was not possible for me to figure
out what his interest in the card was.
If he was a westerner, his buying a
pistol in pawnshop was at once dis
robed of its mystery; but the incon-
sistent elegance of his evening clothes
doubled my suspicious. Bah! What
was the use of troubling myself with
this strangers affairs? He would never
cross my path again.
In reasonable time the cab drew up
in front of my apartments. l dressed.
donned my Capuchin's robe and took
iooh al NY sell III ths pier SlaSS.
Then ! unwrapped the package and
put on the mask. The whole made a
capital outfit and | was vastly Pleased
with myself This Was going to be
such an adventure as one reads about
in the ancient numbers of Black
woods | slipped the robe and mask
into my suitcase and lighted my pipe
During great moments like this a
man gathers courage and confidence
from a pipeful of tobacco. dropped
into a comfortable Morris, touched the