The banker, who sat at the head of tho
table, was kept busy soiling stacks of
chips. Tho betting was heavy, and there
were but two men who seemed to be
winning anything.
The blue chips all came their way. It
was simply a ease of bullheaded luck. It
man held four kings, one of this pair
would boh up with four tuvs or a straight
flush or something of the kind and spoil
nil calculations. It was exasperating,
but it couldn't be helped.
Meantime the two lucky players con
versed cheerfully about their luck and
what they intended to do with tho mon
ey. "1 shall,” said one. "go down to a
fur store and buy my wife that capo she
has been wanting so long. 1 know it is
rather late in the season, hut this is an
experience of a lifetime, and 1 don't
think that it will spoil by tho keeping. "
”1 shall," said the other, "lake part
of mine und get anew spring suit. With
the rest of it 1 intend <0 take a trip tv’ ;
New York. 1 haven't l>een down there
in a year, and I'm just about due for
some fun."
The game continued tv’ wear on, and
the other players cursed their luck be
Heath their various breaths.
It came to be midnight, and 1 o'clock
and 2 o'ehvk, and the game was still in
progress. The two men wen' still win
ning. Nothing could stop them. At II
o'clock everybody was tired, and it was
decided to unit. The table in front of
the two lucky men was covered with
chips.
