South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1913-11-06
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ByMdry Raymond Shipman Andrews
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Continued from Wednesday,
Francois objected; the man insisted
At length: See, re will play cards
for that bottle" the unknown man
suggested, and the cards were
brought and a game of La rams
euchre-was in progress in two min
utes.
Meanwhile the wine had come, and
Francois. a touch more generous and
more cordial for it, was genially sorry
wnen he won and the stranger must
pay.
"Tslens! We will play again for
another bottle" he announced with a
bit of swagger. He was conscious of
g right to spend silver in treating
his friends, with that fat purse in his
pocket.
NO. spoke the stranger-Duples-
sis he had said his name was. NO.
have drunk enough. However. if
you feel sensitive at taking the small
sum of money at my hands-it is a
good game-La rams-let us play for
the franc which the bottle would cost.
Eth bien!"
Francois certainly could not refuse
that; they played, and again he
gained. Again they played, this time
doubling the amount, and again Fran
co.'s gained, and again and again, till
he felt ashamed IN carrying away all
this money of a new acquaintance,
and at the same time a cock-surenesS
that so lucky a devil as Beaupre
might we'll lose a little and stop at
the right amount He insisted that
the game should go on. More wine
had been brought. The excitement of
cards and excitement of wine met in a
heady mixture; Duplessis drank lit
tie, though Francois urged it on him.
The luck began to change; now and
then the stranger won. now and then
Beaupre, yet more often now the
stranger, till at length Francois was
playing not with the desire to lose,
but with hope to gain back some
thing at least of the considerable sum
which he had lost. Before this he
had gone into his pocket and brought
out that honorable nine hundred
francs and had thrown one louis dor
after another on the black table, and
lost one after another. Yet his con-
fidence was still strong-luck would
turn-this was his lucky day And
now he would not regret carrying
away the strangers money. He be-
gan TO feel a fierce eagerness to get
the better of this antagonist become
so formidable And a horrible ner-
vOusness was creeping over him at the
dim vision of a thought thought
kept resolutely on the confines of his
consciousness. yet persistently push
ing fOrward-the thought that II
might be that he could not win the
money back.
With eyes excited and bright on
the table, with fingers Shaping out the
cards boldly. that thought shook him
suddenly-he jeered at it and despised
il. 1t was absurd. grotesque. He was
Francois Beaupre, a rich peasant,
respected and well-knOwn citizen:
moreover, of good judgment: and
moreover still. lucky. He had been
lucky all his life; always things had
turned his way; the trick was not go
ing to fail him now.
"Double," he shouted promptly as
he lost again.
And ne lost again. The nine hun
dred francs were gone: he gave a
note now, on his stock. and again he
lost A deathly sickening sensation
had gripped him and was holding
him. He had drunk off his wine at
close and was looking him in the
face; he seemed to feel an appalling
hot breath from it. He tossed an
other glass of wine and for a moment
was dumb. Then in a flash he saw
what he must do: this was of course
the last point before the luck turned
that was evident IL would make
a fine tale how lie Francois had come
within one OF losing all he owned, but
even then his courage had not failed
him. He had drunk of his Wine at
that crucial moment and colled
"DOublei" once more IN a stout voice.
and played-and won. Won back all