Argosy, Vol. 1 (1882) — page 155: what you’re looking at

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146 THE ARGOSY. “Fact. Caught cheating at cards— couldn’t stand the exposure—blew his brains out—here it is; read it for your- self.” x x x * One month later there was a double wedding in New York, but it was by no means a quiet one. It was a very happy one, however, and one of its most striking features was the sight of Sam Millington and Geoffrey Trevor walking up the middle aisle of the church arm in arm—at least, that is what the papers said. Then, later, when the reception was over and done with, Felix, with tender insistence, compelled Rita to raise her eyes to his, and asked: “ Are you truly happy now, Rita, my dear?” And she, dropping her eyes again, said demurely : “T could not express it in English, Felix. It has not the words.” THE END. THE SPORTING ELEMENT. , BY OWEN HACKETT. A college story, in which is set forth the fact that while the conscienceless are at liberty to take more ways than one of, gaining their ends, the biter is often liable to be bitten. I J ACK BURKE came up to Harmon- dale College, and for some time attracted no particular attention, ex- cept as the fellow who had taken poor Sedley Geldon’s old rooms in the South Wing. “Poor Sed!” sighed Bert Sharpe. “ To think they’d fire the life and soul of the college! And just because they found he was running a mild game of poker in his rooms—those rooms!” with a regretful glance up at the South Wing. “A better fellow and a freer spender than Sed Geldon never lived.” “Y-e-s,” replied Dolph Johnes, in his slow, tired way, “it was sad—very sad! But what can you expect from a lot of old Faculty fossils, me boy? Why, I expect to go off the hooks my- self almost any day.” “Tt would have been different if Sed had been cleaning out the boys and winning our stamps; but poor Sed al- ways lost, somehow.” “Y-e-s; fate did seem to be against poor Sed. It broke my heart to see him go——” “ Besides, you went financially broke as soon as poor Sed left,” Bert added. “The luck can’t run forever,” was Dolph’s philosophic reply. “Do you know, Dolph, I think [’ll have to make the acquaintance of this new fellow, just for the sake of getting a look at the old rooms where we used to have such sport. Ah, me! By the way, what’s his name? ” ‘“ Boyle—no, that’s not it, either; but it's some such Irish name. Burke! that’s it.” | But when it became known that Jack Burke was the son of Archibald Stanley Burke, Esq., the millionaire banker, there was a dead set made for him, espe- cially by the small coterie of which Bert Sharpe and Dolph Johnes were the leaders, largely because, as second year freshmen, they set the pace for the new comers who flocked to their standard. This coterie was what might be called the sporting element of Harmondale. You will always find this sporting ele- ment among college boys; a year or two later, when the students are becoming college men, this sporting element is not sO pronounced, because there are not many of them left in college, as a rule. But the millionaire banker’s son met these advances firmly, vet vit yood— eo