Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1923-06-17

said the man with the green shade.
You're mixin' things all up"
III straighten 'em all out then"
said Snitkis. cheerfully. They say.
Money talks If it could talk. what
couldn't II tell? Nobody'd be safe. /
got this dollar now, but who's IL
goin' to belong 20 next, and whatll
he do with It? And then after that.
! Why. for years and years and wears
it'll go on from one pocket to another,
! in a miliionaire's house one day. in
some burglars fiat the next, maybe,
and in one persons hand money'n do
good, likely. and in anothers it'll do
| harm. We all want money: but some
| say it's a bad thing. like that dummy
was talkin' about. Goodness or
/ badness, I'll take all anybody
! He was interrupted again. and with
| increased vehemence. Collinson. who
sat next to him. complied with the
demand to ANTE up" then placed the
| dollar near his little cylinders of
| chips, and looked at his cards. They
proved unencouraging. and he turned
+; to his neighbor. I'D sort of like to
! have that marked dollar, Smithie,"
/ ne Sdiu IL give YOU d paper uoiidI
and a nickel for it,
! But Smithie laughed. shook his
! head and slid the coin over toward
| his own chips. NO. sir. I'm goin'
| to keep it-awhile. anyway"
so you think it'll bring you luck
after allr'
NO. But I'll hold onto it for this
evening. anyhow"
mot if we clean you out. you
| won't said Charlie Loomis. You
know the rules o. the ole shack: only
cash goes in this game: no l. o. L.
stuff ever went here or ever will.
| Tell you what Til do. though. before
you lose It: I'll give you a dollar
and a quarter for your ole silver
dollar. Smithie."
| ooh, you want it, too, do you?
guess I can spot what sort of luck
| you want It for. Charlie"
well, Mr.. Bones. what sort of luck
do / want it for?"
7! You win. Smithie," one OF the
| other players said. We all know
what sort o luck ole Charlie wants
, your dollar for: he wants it for luck
with the danes"
We'll. might" Charlie admitted.
| not displeased. Il haven't been SO
lucky that way lately-not so dog
! gone lucky"
| X
! 4 LII Of his guests. except one.
| "A laughed at this; but Collinson
| frowned. still staring at the marked
dollar. For a reason he could not
have put into words just then, it be-
gan to seem almost vitality important
, to him to own this coin il he could,
and to prevent Charlie Loomis from
getting possession of it, The jibe.
| HE wants 1t for luck with the
! dames." ranked in Collinson's mind:
| somehow it seemed to refer to his
| wife.
I'll tell you what I'll do, Smithie."
| he said. I'll bet two dollars against
| that dollar Of yours that 1 hold a
higher hand next deal than you do"
Here! Here!" Charlie remon-
strated. Shack rules. Ten-cent
limit"
| That's only for the game" Collin
| son said, turning upon his host with
| sudden sharpness. This ia an out
| side bet between Smithfe and me.
Will you do 1t. Smithie? Where's
your sporting spirit?"
So liberal a proposal at once reused
| the spirit to which it appealed
"well, might, il some O. the others'll
come in, too, and make It really
worth my while"
I'm in,' the host responded with
prompt inconsistency: and others of
the party, 1t appeared, were desirous
| of owning the talisman. They all
came in," and. for the first time in
| the history Of this shack" what Mr..
Loomis called real money" was seen
| upon the table as q stake. 1t was
| won, and the silver dollar with It, by
| q fat man with q walrus mustache
| that made him known in this circle
a. 'Old Bill" He smiled condescend-
| ingly. and would have put the dollar
| in his pocket with the real money"
l but Mr.. Loomis protested.
Here! What you doin'?' he shouted.
| catching Old Bill by the arm. Put
that dollar back on the table"
what for?"
| what fort why. we're goin' to
play for it again. Here's So against
| 1t beat you on the next hand"
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