The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1909-12-02

will lose it all His friend is right"
Forty thousand francs. SS,0O0r'
murmured Merrihew sadly. Why
couldn't he have luck like this?
Hillard was a true prophet. There
came a change in the smile of fortune
The game jumped from color TO color.
seldom repeating. with zero making
itself conspicuous. The man with the
scar played on. but he began to lose
small sums at first. then larger till
finally he was down to his original
stake. The scar grew livid. He waited
FIVE turns of the wheel, then placed
his stake on the second dozen. He
lost. He rose from his chair scowling
His eye CHANGED to meet Hillard's, and
their glances held for moment
Fool" said Merrihew in an under
tone as the man strolled leisurely past
them. Eight thousand and not con-
tent to quitr'
Meanwhile the trolleys from Nice
and Mentone had poured into Monte
Carlo their usual burdens Of pleasure
seekers. On one of the cars from Nice
there had arrived two women. both
|
| dom addressed each other and never
poke to any one else. Doubtless they
were some sober married women out
! for a lark. Upon leaving the car they
/ did not at once go into the casino. but
directed their steps toward the ter
races. for the band was playing. They
sat in the shadow of the statue of Mas
senet. and near by the rasp of crick-
ct broke in upon the music When the
music stopped they linked arms and
sauntered up and down the wide
sweep of stone. mutually interested in
the crowds. Once as they passed be-
hind a bench the better to view the
palaces of the prince they heard the
voices of two men.
AS they went on the women heard
something about those bad cigars"
The men were Americans evidently.
1t was only an inconsequent incident.
and a moment later both had forgot
ten IL.
AT which table shall make the
stake. Kitty
The center. There is always a
crush there. and we shall not be no.
ticed."
81 do not agree with you there. How
ever. it shall be the center table. What
would you DO. Kitty. # l should break
the bank p
Die of excitement truthfully.
You will live through this event
then" With a light. careless laugh La
Signorina pressed her way TO the ia
Bile.
She lost steadily from the start. She |
gave no sign, however. that her forces |
were in full retreat from the enemy. |
She played on. and the hand which |
placed the bets was steady. And when
the gold was all gone she opened
her empty hands expressiveIy and
shrugged. She was beaten.
Behind the chair of the banker. oppo-
site stood the Italian. The scowl still
married his forehead. When the wo-
man in the veil spread out her hands
he started There was something IA
miliar in that gesture. And then the
woman saw him. For the briefest mo-
ment her form stiffened.
kitty" La Signorina whispered. "let
US go out to the atrium. am tired"
They left the hall leisurely and found
I vacant settle in the atrium.
How cold your hands are" ex-
,laimed Kitty.
kitty. / am fool. fool, / have
put my head in the lions
mouth. If | had not reached this seat ,
n time should have fallen. | would
give all my rings If at this
moment l could run across the hall !
md out into the OPEN
"MercifuI heaven. Why. what is ,
he matter? What has happened?" !
II cannot explain to you"
WAS it some one you saw in there" I
"Silence and sit perfectly still.''
A man in evening dress came out s
nto the atrium. lighting cigarette.
1t the sight of him both women were ,
tartled. S
1T is Mr. Hillard. Mr.. Merrihew's r
riendr' Kitty would have risen. but {
he others strong hand restrained her. Y
kitty. remember your promise"
as he the MANI"
mo. no, Only have said that we
nust not meet him. 1t might do him
harm. Harm La ST.
norma repeated. do you under 6
tand?" l
Hillard blew outward a few pale a
incs of smoke and crcled the atrium l
nth an INDECENT glance which stopped
S it rested upon the two yelled wo- b
len. A certain curiosity impelled him l
Dward them. and he sank on the settle s
18th perhaps half dozen spans of the .
and between. He observed the wo-
len frankly. Not single whisp of
air escaped the wells. not a line of
nv feature could be traced. and yet
lie tint of flesh shone dimly behind the
lken bands of Grape. He nodded.
The wells did not move.
Fortune favors the brave. but rare
the foolish"
There was no response. but the d
nall shoe of the woman nearest be- q
an to beat the floor ever so lightly. L
illard was chagrined
Thereupon he bowed and sought an
her seat The women hurried TO