Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-04-05

you'd do him a favor Yet-you wouldn't divide
your last cent with him-you'd pass it all over"
81 was on honeymoon myself once, explained
the old sport as apologetically as if Candless had
caught him in mean trick. "Honeymooning's
mighty expensive"
at does come higher than | calculated" conceded
Jack 81 didn't think I'd drop bunch every time
| sat in game, from Chicago here by way OF thou
sand Islands. But"
He Strengthened himself, smiled confidently from
the bold blue eyes-"Il pull through all right"
Better take thousand or so, urged Shag.
''No-no, thanks. I'm still well over thousand
to the good And I've feeling my luCkll turn
right here"
"Better go on to New York with us"
"No. I'll make a stand here. Mullins is run
ming, you say
"But he's raided, every professional they catch
goes to jail That's the orders"
Reynolds saw the deepening of the already deep
anxiety his shrewd eyes had instantly detected under
Jacks gay and easy manner. But Jack compressed
his lips and with reckless resoue look on his hand
some face said, I'm here to win. I'm not gclng to
run The fellow that runs always gets shot-shot
in the back"
How about the young one upstairs?' suggested
Shag.
Jack WINGED, perhaps paed little. But he re-
torted firmly, "She's taken me for better or for
L
I'll not be made shirker by marrying. -. Don't
you fret about me, Shag. I'm on the road to Joy
VILE and I'm not going to quit it"
Shag gave him up with shrug.
"That's right, you damned old grumber," cried
Candless "Pd have been in the soup long ago if
had taken your advice
81 take it, )" said Shay sententiousy. "And I'm
not"
every man to his own game Mines to crowd
'em-aways crowd EN-"
And at ten that night Shag and Punk found Jack
at Mullins when they looked in on their way to the
train "Holy Swat cried Punk, the instant they
entered. Lets get a move. What tell did you
drag me in here for, anyhow? It's regular stoke
hole It'd be a swell mess wouldn't it, if we were
pulled and jailed when we amt even playing"
1.-The orders are to jail only those they catch &C
tually playing" said Shag. "YOu wait in the
street, if you like I've got business here"
1t was a low ceinged room, in the rear Of Mullins
gambling house Though the night was furiously
hot the windows were down and curtained; not
ray of light sound must penetrate to the outside,
So not trckle of air could enter. And big stove
was in full blast between the two tables at which the
eight players were busy all in their shirt sleeves
several with collars open and suspenders down. Not
a chip nor a bill was in sight but Shag and Punk,
noting two young millionaires at one table and
third at the other, knew the game must be heavy.
No penny -ante excitement could seduCe men into
that acute physical torment
whats the stove for Mulins?' asked Punk, Of
the man with the fat pasty wicked face who was deal
ing at the larger table
"To burn the cards if the police come, explained
Mullins. "If they don't get with the goods on
us, they can't make case, the judge has ruled"
Punk suspected what Shag's business was; his
suspicion was confirmed when he how he was
moving about, studying Jacks face at all angles.
SIS your Chicago friend winning or losing?" asked
Punk in an undertone
Cant get a line on it, replied Shag