Bisbee daily review., 1914-07-14

lts one long sustained note. Abruptly lt wos chatierlng, ln another instant it was still
 'The double O. announced n voice A player next P sybaute swore soul. fully.
 Thirty-dve white chips were stacked alongside the winning stake With un- becoming haste F. sybarite removed them.
 Well" be sighed privately, there's one thing certain-this can't last But l don't like to seem a plker. m just make sure of this one. lt can't win. And at that I'm S1J in."
 Deliberately he shifted the nineteen remaining of his original stack Co keep company with bis winning chip on the double O.
 A minute or SO later the man at hls elbow said excitedly: '1'll be hanged if it didn't repeatl Can you beat thatY P. Sybarlte stared stupldly.
 "How's thatT be said.
 "Double O." the croupier answered. the second time"
 This is becoming uncanny," P. syb- arite observed to himself, and "Cashw said he. with cold derlsion.
 Seven new hundred dollar certificates were placed in his hand. In a daze he counted. folded and pocketed them. While thus engaged he heard the ball spin again. Ills original S2O remained upon the double O. Ten turned up. His stake was gathered in.
 You've had enough, intelligence ad- vised.
 Perfectly true," P. sybarte ad- mitted.
 This time his anatomy proved per fectly docile. He found himself at the foot of the steps, fatuously smiling at the doorkeeper.
 "He ain't come in yet" said the lat ter, but he's liable to be here any minute now"
 "Oh, yes" said F. Sybarite brightly after a brief pause-"Mr Penheld, of course Sorry l can't wait"
 Well, you'll want your hat before you go, won't you" Placing an incredulous hand upon the crown of his head, P. Sybarite realized that it was covered exclusively with ! hair
 or must have put 1t down some where upstairs" he murmured in panic
 'Mebbe you left 1t with Pete before you went up."
 Perhaps did"
 Turning back to the lounge, he en- 1 tered to find 1t deserted save for the somnolent old gentleman and the hos pitable Pete. but for whose drinks P. | Sybarite would probably never have known the dellrious joy of internal celebration or found the courage to risk bis first bet
 And suddenly the fifty cent tip pre- yiously bestowed upon the servitor seemed to one unexpectedly fallen heir to the princely fortune then in P. Syba- rites pockets the very nadir of beggur- iness.
 Pete" said he with owlish gravity, 'T begin to see that l have done you an inexcusable injustice
 Giggling, the negro scratched his head.
 Well. suh," he admitted, "Ah finds that gemmun gen'ly does change they mins erbout me aftuh they done cut CT melon like"
 With the air of an emperor P. Syba- , rite presented the negro with one SEQ bill
 And now"-he cut short a storm of thanks-''if you'll be good enough to give me just one more glass of cham pagne I think Pll totter home"
 "Yas-suhr'
 In a twinkling a glass was in his hand As if 1t were SO much water-in short, indiferently-P. sybarite tossed it off.
 And my hat"
 "Yo' hatT' Pete iterated in surprise. ''Yo' didn't leaf yo hat wifi me suh Yo' done talk 1t wifi yo' when yo' went upstahs."
 "OhW murmured P. Sybarite, dashed.
 He turned to the door, hesitated, turned back and solemnly sat himself down. "Pete," said he, extending his right foot, aI wish you'd do something for me" ''YassuhF
 "Take off my shoe"
 Staring with naive incredulity until his vision assured him of this gentle mans complete seriousness, the negro pumped down upon bis knees. unlaced and removed the shoe.
 "Its a shocking shoe" observed P Sybarlte dreamily.
 Bending forward. he tucked his orig final Eve dollar note into the toe of the despised footwear.
 'T am not going home broke" he eX plained to Pete. 'as l certainly shall il l go upstairs to find my hat" "Td just as leaves not go fetch yo hat" said Pete.
 "You needn't bother" P sybarite re turned, with dignity.
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