I'll pay you in a week or so as soon as I get some cash--I wouldn't ask you, only my father is so blamed reluctant about paying my salary ahead of time." I wrote out a check and handed it to him.
"Rad," I said, "you're perfectly welcome to the money; I'm glad to accommodate you, but if you'll excuse my mentioning it, I think you ought to pull up a bit on this poker business.

You don't earn so much that if you're thinking of getting married you can afford to throw any of it away .-- I'm only speaking for your good; it's no affair of mine," I added as I saw his face flush.
He hesitated a moment with the check in his hand; I know that he wanted to give it back, but he was evidently too hard pressed.
"Oh, keep the money!" I said.

"I don't want to pry into your private affairs, only," I laughed, "I do want to see you win out ahead of Mattison, and I'm afraid you're not going about it the right way." "Thank you, Arnold," he returned, "I want to win a great deal more than you want me to--and if it's gambling you're afraid of, you can ease your mind, for I've sworn off.

It's not a poker debt I want this money for tonight; I wouldn't be so secretive about the business, only it concerns another person more than me." "Radnor," I said, "I heard an ugly rumor the other day.

I heard that the ghost was a live woman who was living in the deserted cabins under your connivance.