Up she comes! Dis time _we_ wins; Plattville can't win _every_ time.

Who's de next chent ?" Fentriss edged slowly out of the circle, abashed, and with rapidly whitening cheeks.

He paused for a moment, outside, slowly realizing that all his money had gone in one wild, blind whirl--the money he had earned so hard and saved so hard, to make a holiday for his sweetheart and himself.

He stole one glance around the building to where a patient figure waited for him.

Then he fled down a side alley and soon was out upon the country road, tramping soddenly homeward through the dust, his chin sunk in his breast and his hands clenched tight at his sides.