Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-09-24
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IALLIE ERMINIE RIVES,

 his own voice say to Jessica: q was my brothers keeper. see 1t now" And out of the distance, 1t seemed. his voice answered.:
 Put myself In y,-7r place! wish could! wish to God cnuldv'
 The exclamation was involuntary, automatic. the cumulative expression of every throe of conscience Harry had endured since then, the voice of that remorse that had cried insistently for reparation, dinning in his ears the fateful question that God asked of Cain. Suddenly whirl of rage seized him, unmeasured, savage, malicious. He had despised Hugh, now he hated him-hated him because he was Jessi- .ca's husband and. more than all. be- cause be was the symbol of his own self abasement A daredevil side of the old Satan Sanderson that he had chained and barred rose up and took him by the throat He struck the oak wainscoting with his fist, feeling a red mist grow before his eyes.
 "So you paid every debt of honor you had. eh? You acknowledge gamester's honor. but not the obliga- tlon of right action between man and man! Very well. Give me that pack of cards. You want money-here 1t isl.
 He swiftly turned the clicking com bination of the safe. wrenched open the door, and took out two heavy can vas bags. He snapped the cord from the neck of one of these. and ring ing stream of double eagles swept jingling on the table. He dipped his hand in the yellow pile. A thought mad as the hoofs of runaway horses was careening through his brain. He felt an odd lightness of mind, tense tingling of every nerve and muscle.
 Here is two thousand dollars-yours if you win it-for you shall play for 1t, you gambler. who pays his debts of honor and no other! You shall play fair and straight, if you never play again!'
 Hugh gazed at Harry in a startled way. This was not the ministerial Harry Sanderson he had known-this figure with the white, infuriate face, the sparkling eyes and the strange. yelled look. This reminded him of the reckless spirit of his college days. that he had patterned after and had stood In awe of.
 < How can play" he said, "when you know very we'll haven't sou markee?"
 Harry stuffed the gold back into the bag He snatched the cards from Hugh's hand and box of waxen en- velope wafers from his desk. There was strange light in his eye. tremor fn his fingers .-,
 ''It is who play with money"' he said. My gold against your coun- ters! Each of those hundred red disks represents day of your life-a day, do you understands red day of your sin. A day of yours against double eagle! What you win you keep. But for every counter I win you shall pay me one straight, white day. clean day, lived for decency and for the right!''
 Hugh's eyes were fastened on the gold in Harry's fingers. Two thousand dollars! If luck came his way he could go far on that-far enough to escape the nameless terror that pursued him in every shadow. Money against red wafers? Why, it was plenty if he won. and if he lost he had staked nothing. What a fool Harry was!
 Harry saw the shrewd. calculating look that came to his eyes. He caught his wrist
 Not herew he said hoarsely. He flung open the chapel door and pushed him aside. He seized one of the altar candles. lit 1t with a match and stuck it upright in its own wax on the small communion table that stood just in- side the altar rail. with the cards, the red wafers and the bags of coin. He dragged two chairs forward.
 "Now." he said in a strained voice, put up your hand-your right hand and swear before this altar. on the gamblers honor you boast of. win or lose to abide by this gamer
 Hugh shrank. He was superstitious. The calculating look had fed. He glanced half fearfully about him-at Harry's white face-at the high altar with its vases of August lilies; at the great rose window. now a mass of white. opaque blotcbes on which the three black crosses stood out with weird distinctness; at the lurking. un- lighted shadows in the corners He looked longingly at the gold. shining yellow in the candle light. It fascinat- ed him.
 He lifted his hand. It was trembling. q swear will" he said. "I'll stand by the cards, Harry. and for every day you win I'll walk a chalk line. so help me Godr'
 Harry Sanderson sat down. He emp tied one of the bags at his elbow and pushed the box of wafers across the table. He shuffled the cards swiftly and cut ..-...
 Your dealr' he said.
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