The news=record. [volume] (Enterprise, Wallowa County, Oregon) 1907-1910, 1910-07-02

checks. We are strangers TO you. sir.
AUDI
"Yoh word. sub. is entirely sufi-
cient," interrupted the planter, wav-
ing his hand This is question of
honor between us. fob might draw
deed to plantation | never owned
| am q man of the world. sub. and |
reckon we each can recognize south
erD gentleman on sight"
"Yes, IN the present company that is
not very difficult matter" gravely
responded Mr., jackson. "Shall we
cut for the deal? The four best hands
take all. All. luck is with me. take
the cards. sir"
"One moment" said Moreau. "as no
stakes are up | reckon III give my
lose" Pocketing his roll he glanced
satirically AT Mr.. jackson.
II for presumable amateur who oc-
caslonally 'indulged In gentleman's
the time Colonel Moreau had exhibited
wonderful aptitude at shuffiing 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-
cision, fascinating In the extreme, even
while the colonel's watchful. and sus-
picious eyes never for moment re-
laxed 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 were
highly estimable he naturally held the
best hand when. for a moment, the
cards were In 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
youth must be served. especially when
possessor of such consummate skill as
that owned by Mr. Jackson. the latter
handsomely won his fourth showdown
with surprising ease. verve and DASH
I "Well. that winds her." airily re-
marked the colonel, arising and stretch
ing his long arms. "One hundred thou
sand ain't such bad cleanup, | reck-
on. but yoh always were lucky, yoh
young scamp. and there's no playing
/ against It, Yoh even topped my fob
kings. | calculate the Randall luck
finished very poh last How about
yoh theory now. subj"
The planter did not reply, for 1t 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
a 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
I coming. For a moment he bowed his
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
t--even at playing the fool.
"Yob name, suh| he courteously In
quired, turning to the young stranger
who had proved SO fortunate.
Eugene Kirby. sir"
"what?" exclaimed the planter In q
dazed manner. Il thought. suh"-
"Oh. the colonel sometimes calls me
MIR jackson because he thinks re
semble the general" lightly replied
Cameo Kirby as, head between hands
he stared gravely at the table. ANY
one will tell you my name Is Eugene
Kirby -even the Texas tender knows
It"
"Ah. the General. have boy. sub