The Paducah evening sun. [volume] (Paducah, Ky.) 1906-1929, 1908-02-01

, How much did he VIM"
"Oh. he didn't win much himself.
| but it's the people betting with him
that does the damage! They're gam
blers, most of them. and they play the
limit He took out the black jack bank
| roll first, $1,000. then cleaned the Tub
By that time the tin horns began to
! come In. It's the greatest run | ever
see"
Did you get inY"
Now don't you know that I never
play anything but bank? II he lasts
long enough to reach the faro layout,
I'll get mine"
The excitement Of the crowd began
TO infect the girl, even though she
looked on from the outside. The ex-
utant voices, the sudden hush, the
tensity Of nerve 1t all betokened. set
her a-thrill. A stranger left the throng
and rushed to the spot where Cherry
and Mexico stood talking lie was
small and sandy, with shifting glance
and chinless jaw. His eyes glttered
his teeth shone ratlike through his dry
lips, and his voice was shrill. He
darted toward them like some furtive,
frightened little animal, unnaturally
excited.
81 guess that isn't so bad for three
bets" He shook a sheaf of banknotes
at them.
why don't you sticki" inquired Null
Inns.
II am too wise. Ha! I know when
TO quit. He can't win steady-hc don't
play any system"
Then be has n good chance" said
the girl.
There he goes now" the little man
cried as the uproar arose. II told you
he'd lose" At the voice OF the multi
tude he wavered as though affected by
some powerful magnet.
But he won again." said Mexico
NO! Did he? Lordl l quit too
soonr
He scampered back into the other
room, only TO return. hesltatug, his
money tightly clutched
DO you s'pose it's safe? never
saw a man bet so reckless. guess
I'd better quit. eh?" He noted the sneer
on the woman's face, and without wait
Ing a reply dashed Off again. They
saw him DANGEROUSLY fight his way in
toward a post at the roulette table.
Let me through! I've got money. and
l want to play it,
"Pah" said Mullins dlsgustedly.
Hes one of them Vermont despera-
does that never laid bet till he was
thirty. IL Glenister loses he'll hate
him for life
There are plenty of his sort here"
the girl remarked. His soul would tit
in flea track" She spied the Bronco
Kid saunterlng back toward her and
Joined him. He leaned against the
wall, watching the gossamer thread Of
smoke twist upward from his clga-
rette. seemingly oblivious TO the sur
roundings and showing no hint of the
emotion he had displayed two hours
before.
This is n big killing. isn't it," said
the girl
The gambler nodded, murmuring in
differently.
''Why aren't you dealing bank? Isn't
this your Shift"
Il quit last night"
Just in time TO miss this affair.
Lucky for you."
Yes; | own the place now. Bought
II Yesterday"
Good heavens! Then it's your mon
ey he's winningr'
"Sure. at the rate of a thousand a
minute"
she glanced at the long trail of dew
astated tables behind Glenister and
his followers. At that instant the
sound told that the miner had won
again, and ii dawned upon Cherry that
the gambler beside her stood too quiet
~. that his hand and voice were too
steady, his glance too cold TO be nat
ural. The next moment approved her
instinct.
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