Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1924-07-18

coal, and sauntered drought the
outer rooms into the Cercle Prive,
the more exclusive salons, and be-
held the precious stones that
cleaned from the threats and arms
and hair Of the women here, / could
understand that not even the
Casinos force of detectives, or the
importations from Paris, could deter
attempts at theft. Also I spculated
on the difficulties that might be m
VOWED in a raid upon the cash q
the Casino itself. But chat was
lob for an organization. And J. aS
have said before walk clone
wen. to . booth and exchanged
half ~ dqzen mile notes for chips
Then I slipped into vacant seat at
5ne of tae tables, glanced at a cafa
kept 4g the man next TO me, saw
5ht red had been turning up with
roat frequency, decided that it WAS
blacks turn, and began backing up
my Judgment, | had made three
successful coups, when an eXclama~
ton from my left-hand neighbor
made me turn and look at her.
She was well worth the glance /
gave her. l have seen few lovelier
women than this young American
she was patiently that-Tho sat be-
side me. Black hair and blue eyes
lent to her an exotic air that was en-
HANGED by the olive hue OF her skin.
[ judged that in her ancestry might
be found some grandee OF old Sp9ia.
She was dressed prettily, but nc,
nearly as extensively as most Of the
other women present. And she wore
no jewelry whatsoever, save mar
row gold wedding-ring Neverthe-
less she was the most striking-look-
ing woman in the room.
But it was not her beauty alone
that made me stare at her. 1t was
the expression of despair upon Ter
face. Her exclamation had been onc
Of almost hysterical dismay. Beyond
her sat youth of twenty-five, good
looking, with that fresh complexion
SO common to the English. His color
was more florid just now than usua.,
| imagined. For he was crimson
with embarrassment at his wife's
cry. As | looked, he placed a hand
upon her wrist. 1t was this action
that made me assume they We're
husband and wife.
Don't, Margaret" he said to her.
We'll get it back in a moment"
AS he spoke, he placed plaques ag-
gregating six thousand francs, Oh
the red,
Jack, you mustn't! Take it
back! She was frantic in her plead
ing.
Behind her stood tall black
bearded man, broad-shouIdered and
powerful His huge nose, notified
skin and pouched eyes told of a man
who knew no restraint upon his de-
sres. He leaned over nov.
But what does it1matter, Mrs.
Beresford?" His accent told me chat
ne was Russian.
1T matters tremendouslv," she
replied angrily. And then the cror-
pier dron6d his cry as the little ball
settled into Number Eleven.
"Onze, impair, nor ct manmJo J"
Eleven, odd, black, and the first
eighteen. His cry was music to nv
ears, for l had staked two thousand
on the black. But as l reached for
my winnings, 1 wished that red had
come. For / was near neighbo,, tn
one of those all-too-common traeo-
cues OF Mont Carlo, the proofs Of
winch are to be found in the de-
taieations, forgeies and embezzI,.-
ments Jhat fiji the Continental ms.
gers and in the hushed-up suicides
OF the cliffs.
How can it matter?" demanded
eng Rassian = am here, and l bavg
monep, 10 :
She flashed a look Of scorn at
aitn. could read the little story as
easily as if it were set before nv
eyes IN print. l have seen too NAM
elderly gentlemen befriending
young wives. Q
She rose from her seat. "Come
Jack" she said.
Her husband looked at her in
desperate appeal. That's all ~
nave, Margaret" he told her. "Jn-
less the Prince lends money wa
have nothing"
Horror leaped into her ewes. She.
.'1o accusingly at the prince
You encouraged Jack"
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Too many tired business men
work themselves into heart faiIr ,el