It so chanced that there was also another vacant card.

The previous neighbor of Clarence instantly shoved a sum of money across the table on the vacant card and won! At this the other players began to regard Clarence singularly, one or two of the spectators smiled, and the boy, coloring, moved awkwardly away.

But his sleeve was caught by the successful player, who, detaining him gently, put three gold pieces into his hand.
"That's YOUR share, sonny," he whispered.
"Share--for what ?" stammered the astounded Clarence.
"For bringing me 'the luck,'" said the man.
Clarence stared.

"Am I--to--to play with it ?" he said, glancing at the coins and then at the table, in ignorance of the stranger's meaning.
"No, no!" said the man hurriedly, "don't do that.

You'll lose it, sonny, sure! Don't you see, YOU BRING THE LUCK TO OTHERS, not to yourself.