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Show A CARD TRICK, "Debts, debts, I must rlayi I must win. Oh, d the iate of rTie unfortunate! unfortu-nate! But I am sure of this trick. It is my chance." Jack Ollet had made up his mind. The csrd trick had been taught him by his friend, Ralph Hamilton, Hamil-ton, who never thought for a moment Jack would put it to a base use. The game was under way, when' like a vise the descending hand of Baron Gottlieb closed upon Ollet 's fingers. A card the ace of diamonds new out and fell face upward on the carpet. On the face of Jack Ollet a gray pallor crept slowly. He had been caught cheating in this, his first descent into that sham ef ill depth. "Cheat!" exclaimed Gottlieb. "What would Evelyn think of you nowt" Ollet wiped his forehead. Evelvn Moore he loved best in all the world, and but for his poverty he would long since have told ner so. Gottlieb Gott-lieb had also views in that quarter. Poor Ollet had put his head into the lion's jaw. "I will snare you," said the Baron pitilessly, "providing you leave the country for six months and witnin that time vou do not coirespond with Evelyn Ev-elyn Moore." Ollet rose to his feet. "I promise," said he, but the wrath of hell was in his heart both at himself and the Baron. Bar-on. He went from the warm room like a man in a dream. "I'm a coward, a cheat," he said distractedly, as he looked toward a window on the blind of which was silhouetted the form of a girl of Evelyn Ev-elyn Moore. A newsboy came along. ' .icxtra! Hextra! Millionaires killed in the Rockies!" Ollet recollected that his unci, Oyler Moremeat, was on a holiday to the Rockies and the West with his son. He bought a paper and read that O.yler Moremeat and his son had been killed in an accident in the Grand canyon. There was nothing between him and a great inheritance. And he had sold himself to dishonor for' nothing worse than nothing Six months passed, save a day the last of June. A man sat on an" ocean liner approaching New York. He glanced over a New York paper, one of the many, forwarded to tbe incoming vessel, and the man turned pale, for his eyes fell upon the picture of a man and a woman; they were to be married on the first dav of July. The paper fell from his hands. So, Gottlieb had conquered: con-quered: he was to marry Evelyn Moore. At that moment a band grasped him by the shoulder, and a cheery, ringing voice called his name. "Ralph Ralph Hamilton," Jack exclaimed. ex-claimed. "I've been around the world since I saw you last," said Ralph. "And yout" "In Spain for'six months." "Do vou remember out little card parties,'"' went on Ralph, "and that trick .1 showed vou!" Wasn't it neatt" "Where did vou learn that trick, BalphT" asked "Jack. "Wh" from a queer sort of duck, Baron Gottlieb, I think he called him- nolf Ilia rr.nl name in Kfrdinaiul Vichti. He's a card shark." Jack told Ralph all. "I'll 'fix him' said the latter, and he indicted a telegram: "The One Hundred Brothers forbid vour wedding. They give you twelve tours in which to leave America. "The Hundred Brothers is a soci-etv," soci-etv," explained Ralnh, "which Vichti ran foul of some years ago. When he gets this message he will fly for his fife." The message was scut. They reached New York in time'to get an evening paper, and there, on the first page was the big heading: "Bridegroom Missing. Stnonge Affair Af-fair at a Fashionable Wedding." A tall, haggard man. appeared on the landing. lie wore tinted spectacles and a new grown beard, but they kn w him. It was Baron Gottlieb. The merest shadow of a grim smile flickered flick-ered over the dark visage as he saw them and then he was gone. "And now," said Ralph, "the coast is clear; go get your Evelyn and make her feel good with your uncle's millions. " |