The kyard gent says he ain't alarmed none by these charges made of opals bein' bad luck.

It's a ring, an' he sticks it on his little finger.
Two days later he goes broke ag'in four jacks.
"'This terrifies him; he begins to believe in the evil innocences of opals.

He presents the jewelry to a bar-keep, who puts it up, since his game limits itse'f to sellin' licker an', him bein' plenty careful not to drink none himse'f, his contracted destinies don't offer no field for opals an' their malign effects.

In less time than a week, however, his wife leaves him; an' also that drink-shop wherein he officiates is blown down by a high wind.
"'That bar-keep emerges from the rooms of his domestic hopes an' the desolation of that gin mill, an' endows a lady of his acquaintance with this opal ornament.

It ain't twenty-four hours when she cuts loose an' weds a Mexican.
"'Which by this time, excitement is runnin' high, an' you-all couldn't have found that citizen in Socorro with a search warrant who declines to believe in opals bein' bad luck.