Judge — July 10, 1920 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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WOULDN'T THAT BEAT THE DEVIL!” HE BJAC A Little By Grecory MMlustration by ILLIARDS?” asked Shepley “Not a chance with you. You're too good a shot.” “Looking for something soft?” “You old pirate!” xclamations ca ‘These discourag 1a group of men lounging in the club reading-room “Well, Lwant to play. I'll give you a handicap Oh, go out and get Willie Hoppe! Here, waiter, get me a dresse servant rand the evening papers rton < who had come in response to his impatient ring When the waiter returned, Norton, in answer to Shepley’s further pleadings, remarked: “Why don’t you play with Alphonse here? Alphonse, take this gentleman to the billiard-room and keep him amused for awhile.” “Very well, sir,” replied the imperturbable Alphonse, and to everyone's surprise he left the room, followed by Shepley, as though billiards with a member were a matter of course, Norton laughed. Shep would play with the Old any one else.” he said. “Buta “Oh, well—'s a free country, And the conversation became ethical. Nick himself if there weren't cr . answered another. 1s LATED. “HT D1b," SAID A VOICE IN AIS BAR Game of Billiards Hartswick FL McANeLLy Tite green table-top, with the two shining white ivory balls and the glowing red one, was the only spot of light in the huge room. Shepley and his opponent, as they arranged the balls in a string for break, looked ghostly in the gloom. The dup the table and returned slowly. Shepley white spheres straightened. “Your bre “Why! You “Yes, sir. I've known you and waited for you a long time. . ” He played. The balls came to rest in a corner, well clustered. ect break. He bent over for the next shot. “Why did you sell Consolidated short?” he asked. “For God's sake—" began Shepley. “Hardly that, I think,” said the other. . . miss. Your shot—sir.” Shepley misscd—an easy two-cushion. He turned sharply to his opponent. “Who in Hades are you?” he snarled, The other smiled. And as he smiled, Shepley felt a chill come over him. He started blindly for the cuc-rack, when— “Come back, sir, The game's young yet. Resisting—struggling—in helpless obedience to the look in those eyes, Shepley returned. (Continued on page 31) he said, and then started. ape - “Fourtecn—a