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Show THE INEVITABLE. The groat Casino at Monte Carlo was ablaze with lights, its splendor intensified and reflectod in the many mirrors. The overdressed nouveau riche of the New World elbowed the wilted aristocracy of the old, all absorbed, all fascinated by the games in progress prog-ress at the tables." Entered one with nervous haste. He took tho first vacant chair. Evidently a man of refinement; refine-ment; hiss- general appearance good; his linen soiled; his face of a deadly pallor. "A young American at tho end of a recently inherited fortune," whispered an habitue to a companion. With haggard countenance he saw his pile melt to its base. He staked his last gold-piece. Tho monotonouj drone of the croupier rang in his ears. The animated faces of the novices, tho expressionless ones of tho professionals, the highly high-ly frescoed ones of the demi-monde the tables, lights, ajl became blurred to his gaze. Ho had lost. He arose and staggered into tho shadow of tho garden. His hand caressed tho bright barrel of a revolver. Placing it to his lips ho breathed upon it, polished it with hi coat sleeve and muttered : "I can got two dollars on this In. hock!" Town Topics. |