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38 DEADWOOD DICK. “Very well, you are certainly not lacking in nerve, either!” “A nerveless man would scarcely attempt to break the Gold Erick’s bank!’ and St. Cecil laughed lightly. The maiter was soon-atranged, and Gold Erick ordercd a new deck of cards, while they chanced tables “for luck.” Most of the other games had mow céased, and the de- yotees the:coi were gethcred around the table where sat St. Cecil and the gambler queen, It was to be a game of interest, for if the Gold Brick fost, her bank was temporarily broken—somethine that had never been done before since she came to “Right Bower, end opcued the house to the public. It was to be one game, and all eyes that couid get a glimpse at the table watched eagerly... St. Cecil was spparently unconcerned about which way the game resulted. Gold Brick bad been calm in all the other games, but now played a little nervously, nevertheless she won the game and raked in the stakes, ’mid a shout that caused a hundred echces to reverberate throughout the room. St. Cecil crcse from the table, an inscrutable smile upon his face. “T have lost, tis true, and I am not sorry, fer I do not want to deprive you gents of a lady manager for the Palace too econ. Riscam, I shall be pleased to exgage at farc with you egain to morrow evening for higher stakes. _ Until then, au revoir!” “Held on, please!’ ‘Gold Brick ordered, rising and _ motioning to Laske>. “bir. Lasker will let you out. The door has been locked while we were playing.” “Indeed!” and St. Cecii spoke with stinging sarcasm. “You could have saved yourself the trouble. I bad no - intention of escaping with your money to-night. I simply came to sce ii you played a squere game. Faro you deal -wery nicely, but poker is not your forte, unless you learn to use your fingers more dextrousiy than the eye can detect. However, I will bid you goeod-evening.” oe: auanes S090 came sey} Gnaen-e Ge guns of sok she demanded, deeply moved by pession. “J do, madam. You did it very cleverly, or I should scarcely have noticed it. in po er =e 4 - only the queen and ‘ace of hearts.” econniclooolks.comnn)