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ss ss Sener asked Wade Caley to stay be- ee “hind. aa eS Se Ir was later that Summers came to me a and made the startling statement alluded to at the beginning of this tale. But how,” I asked, “do you know for certain that Natalie’s hand was faked?” Ee A terrible look came into his eyes. ‘“ Any one would think you had never played = ‘poker, old boy. She had showed me her hand, and she had three queens. I had we the other, and had discarded it. There are only four queens in a pack, you know.” ~ . “Y¥ou mean,” I said slowly, “ she knew you had thrown that queen and deliberate- ____ly picked it up instead of the card she ought to have taken?” -___-I was rather scandalized, for, after all, cheating at cards is cheating. Bob laughed. ‘“‘ Not quite. When atten- _ tion was distracted by the cigarette burning on the carpet Z gave it to her. But for the __Lord’s sakenever tell her so; she thought ss = “it was the card Wade had dealt her, And — what” 's more,” added Bob, ‘‘ when we were u a ee tae Sy “5 as THE "ARGOSY-ALLSTORY W VEEKLY. that I’d take a horsewhip to him if he ever breathed a word of the matter to a soul.” ‘“ What did he say?” ‘“ Nothing. That kind never do.” | We stood silent for a moment. Bob, I think, was considering if I thought he had done ‘vight. Presently he spoke again, a little defi- antly. ‘Dick—this was Natalie’s husband— gets home on Saturday. I wasn’t going to have her meet him and say she’d lost a thousand quid. Swindled out of it prac- tically, for sbe didn’t understand the game.” “ Dick! But I thought—I mean Wade Caley told me—” I repeated what Wade had said about Natalie and Dick. Bob laughed. “She told me about that; she said she had to spin a hard luck story to get Wade to give her another chance. As a matter of fact, all she said was that her husband’s only interest was drink, and that’s true. He’s given up his job as game ranger and been appointed sole agent out there for some one’s whisky. Quite a good billet, I hear.” END Ls} IN HIS LITTLE HOME TOWN IS heart’s in his little home town, I know, _ His heart’s in his own home town. Rs Though the city has hurried to and fro Bere er - To give him his high renown, ae = He is lonely still, and he longs to go Back to his little home town. < eS eee The friendly talks at the corner store, Se He does not get them here. These are the things that he wants once more, The things that he holds most dear: Trees, and porches, and little front yards, And friendly neighbors near. Business may keep him under its thumb, And duty may say ‘“ Thumbs down;” And motors may clang and trolleys hum, And his dreams of the home place drown. ‘ But his heart’s in the little home town he knew, His heart’s in his own home town. Mary Carolyn Davies. oO EoOmichoo S: