The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-07-14
THE TUNULT OF PASSION.
Uy CHRISTINE v. PENNEY.

Brentwood stood in narrow door
.sny and gazed across at a closed
Ssinaow. The old. wild passion cap
XSate6 him. His fingers twitched
Hssrolsty. His eyes burned through
asfe Right. evening mist, and strained
sDsynsd the building opposite.
I'D. what fool! What fool!
a'rs2 Keep away" He pulled roll
OF hass from his fur lined topcoat,
ars aliCkly ran them through. Bah!
s5sNgs $500. The very last, too. It's
nps drop in the bucket" He start
ia, as IL come upon something un-
aEpcoedty. From an inner pocket he
drew sarge wallet. Carefully, he
tsovntsS note after note. Five thou
Tisnds-i'H do it! I'll risk it. I've
gOt 40 Win-the tides bound to turn.
Is can pay it back" r
GHcansciously. Brentwood spoke
aso~s An Italian flower vendor, in
ssfe Mtey alongside. listened curious
4g- Brentwood started across the
atFeel "'' '"
"FsSwers, sir2 Nice, fresh roses,
Arg~ w., .
No" snapped Brentwood The
eaa held up the fragrant blossoms
eesnptingly. Here, though, guess
3T let you take some up to the
house COR my daughter-126 West
s-aa street; Brentwood's the name;
INV Sadge Brentwood. understand"
"MRdge Brentwood" The Italian
s,sssa
Correct, my boy" Brentwood
Asps.sentTy thrust bill into the fell
Cows hand, flung past him and en-
viewed sae great gambling house of the
'iszay.
ESsttn all was brilliant. Luxuri-
oss C0mfort fawned upon you Piles
apos piles Of red, blue and white
sh~esges clicked In your ears. Win
-ss sHss sireir rattle lured you or, and
s1& sasziur Stacks of greenbacks gloat-
<eS ssgIind the bars of a cashiers
Gage. The sight of them made your
ssyes Ddtge, your cheeks feverish, and
year bcatn throb! The call of the
sards' Harvey Brentwood knew we'll
Rs Irresistible fascination
Three men lolled at a table near
She door
Ore Of them motioned to Brent
,yoad ..,.. g
Play" he asked:
'ffow many" inquired Brent
yood "a,
NEour-handed."
Il ~LamR2"
no limit, SIR
Brentwood sat in. The game was
=, ons Pot after pot rolled away from
Hssr- Seal after seal snapped on new
I0ncS;S of cards. Brentwood held
SecsG hands. antied and raised, but at
.sEe Caif. the other fellow always had
Brfaer His cash was petering out.
EaE s'9sti! That was long since gone.
VI Us9 the balance of the $4,000.
9sess heavens! He must win this
,kxrcs
"a viii cost you fifty to draw
trvGs.' said the dealer. Two of the
Mayors threw In their hands.
~fu stick" said Brentwood, care
EPsssy- He drew one card. He no.
xcca that his opponent did likewise.
s1A bet you $500" cried the man.
There's your $500, and $500 bet
ier.~ muttered Brentwood. He had
sfsrR6 his last dollar!
Wei, I'll call you"
Two pair" Brentwood's voice
8DnSded harsh. aces high-aces
1&ra ksngs." He held out his hand.
Two pair here. Jacks up and
vns-cs down." sneered the man oppo-
nsse- -Four of kind, if you prefer"
The cards trickled from Brent
vOsfs fingers. He crumbled like a
serSer- bnghted plant. With a pitt
ahse groan he showed the chips from
Atm. They clattered across the board.
ans ffse winner drew them in. Smil-
Sng- Ice arranged them in neat rows
Beaore him. Brentwood's bleared
syes stared at them. They seemed to
stsefch unendingly, and they all
observation-disclosures of them!
.WhfT gasp, he fell back.
FRY another hand, Brentwood?
sftf. all in, gentlemen. I'll have
Ss-say-good night" He staggered
% hts feet.
I'm back you" A quiet voice
spoke from the doorway. Brentwood
wheeled about and scrutinized the
apeaker- 1t was a young man,
pearceiy more than a boy. he seemed.
sa'nc collar of his ulster muffled up to
As ears, and a soft hat, the brim
fuiied down in front, still lay upon
Ms head. 1t was no unusual thing
Ar a loser here to find some willing
champion to back him. But this
was mere boy! Brentwood consid-
Eed-hesitated. Then the thought