Wallowa County chieftain. [volume] (Enterprise, Or.) 1909-1911, 1910-07-07

cuecks. we are strangers 10 you. sir.
and
"Yoh word. sub. is entirely sufi-
cient." interrupted the planter. wav-
ing his hand This is a question of
honor between us. fob | might draw
deed TO plantation never owned.
| am man of the world. sub. and
reckon we each can recognize a south
erD gentleman on sight"
Yes. iD the present company that is
not very difficult matter" gravely
responded MIR jackson shall we
cut for the deal? The four best hands
take all. Ah. luck is with me. ! take
the cards, SIR
"One moment" said More9u. "as no
stakes are up | reckon I'll give nv
check for the full amount should
lose" Pocketing his roll. he glanced
satirically at Mr. jackson.
If for presumabe amateur who oc-
casionally INDUCED in a gentleman's
game merely for the sake of passing
the time Colonel Moreau had exhibited
wonderful aptitude at shutting and
dealing his performance was now com.
pletely overshadowed by that of the
young intruder. whose lightning deft-
ness was almost uncanny. Talking
nonchalantly and brilliantly, he stack
ed the deck with beautiful pre-
cislon, fascinating in the extreme, even
while the colonel's watchful and sus-
picious eyes never for a moment re-
axed their vigil Owing entirely to
this marvellous and criminal skill Mr.
Jackson won on his own deal and.
luck following him. won also on that
of Mr. Randall. AS each and every
one of the colonel's undertakings We're
highly estimable he naturally held the
best hand when. for moment. the
cards were I'm his power, and 1t speaks
eloquently for Mr. Jackson's large
charity of Judgment that he refrained
from criticism even when acutely
aware that the middle aged creole had
rather clumsily garnered his third ace
from the bottom of the deck. But as
possessor of such consummate skill us
that owned by Mr. Jackson. the latter
handsomely won his fourth showdown
with surprising ease, verve and dash
We'll, that winds her." airily re-
marked the colonel, arising and stretch
ing his long arms. Zone hundred thou
sand amt such bad cleanup, reck-
on, but yob always were lucky, yoh
young scamp. and there's no playing
against IL. Yob even topped my fob
kings. calculate the Randall luck
finished very poh last. How about
yoh theory now. suh"
The planter did not reply. for II is
somewhat difficult for but newly
ruined man to sense the full humor of
bis condition. In silence he drew to-
ward him the pen and ink. while for
long moment he stared at the white
sheet of paper. upon which he was
about to give title to all which he
owned. He and his children were beg
gars. total and complete. This was
the turning of the tide. his royal home
COLuluS. tut uuOIueIlt ue DOWeO MS
grizzled head; then, shutting his teeth
against all thoughts of the future,
seized the quill pen. For a Randall
must show the world how 1t can lose.
A Randall must be beaten at nothing
-even at playing the fool.
"Yoh name, sub" he courteously In
quired. turning to the young stranger
who had proved so fortunate.
Eugene Kirby. SIR"
"Wha;?" exclaimed the planter In a
daZed manner. u thought, suh"-
"Oh. the colonel sometimes calls me
Mr.. jackson because he thinks | re-
semble the general" lightly replied
Cameo Kirby as. head between hands,
he stared gravely al the table. ANY
one will tell you my name Is Eugene
kirby-even the Texas tender Knows
it."
"Ah. the General | have a boy. sub.