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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 12, 1916, NOON EDITION, Image 19

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Leith doubted if his employers would
retain Harry- when they learned of
his gambling habits.
Ah! At all hazards the changed
course of the weak and struggling
must not be crossed! Leith arrived
at a speedy decision. He winced as
he realized the great sacrifice he was
called on to make. Then his lips
drew firm and resolute. He forgot all
save the urgency of the moment,
tossed the letter on his desk, picked
up his hat and hurried from the of
fice, leaving word that he would re
turn in an hour.
Fifteen minutes later Mr. Merriam
called, according to appointment He
was shown into the office of the man
ager, where he decided to await his
return. Almost the first thing that
met his eye was the open note that
Leith had received. Twice he read
it That proud lip of his drew closer,
his, stern eye took to its depths a
steely glint He memorized the ad
dress given in the missive,' arose and
started form the place, a smoldering
volcano of wrath.
Meanwhile Gordon Leith had gone
to his bank. He had Saved up over
two thousand dollars. He drew an
even haH of this. Then he proceeded
straightway in search of this threat
ening Davenal. Leith had no diffi
culty in locating the Gregory cafe.
Its upper story had partitioned off
compartments. Number 27 contain
ed an individual, coarse-faced, evil
eyed, who sat leisurely smoking a
cigar.
"Are you Davenal?" demanded
Leith, facing him.
. "That's me," nodded the other in-,
solently.
Leith passed beyond the drapery
of the doorway and sat down at a
little table opposite the gamester.
"I came in behalf of your victim,
young Harry Merriam," he spoke
sternly. "He is out of the city and I
appear in his stead. You demand a
thousand dollars from him."
"Honestly owed, yes."
w "You made a provision," went on
Leith steadily, "that he can have his
revenge. Does that hold?"
The gamester studied his visitor
keenly. Then he replied:
"Righto!"
"I know but one game of cards,"
proceeded Leith.
"And what is that? "
"Whist. I will stake one thousand
dollars cash against those I. O. Us, .
game ten points."
The gambler smiled. To his point
of view this clear-eyed, respectable
appearing Leith seemed easy; prey.
He was, too, nettled at the manifest
contempt- evinced by Leith and long
ed to give him a trimming.
"And if you lose?" questioned
Davenal coolly.
"Then I give you a check for an
other thousand dollars and redeem
the I. 0. U.'s." 5"
"Done!" and the fellow produced a
pack of cards and began shuffling
them.
A strange expression came into the
eyes of Gordon Leith. He drew his
coat closer to conceal a dangling or
nament attached to his watch chain,
as if that might betray a vital secret
It was a prize given to the champion
of a leading whist club in his college
days. He had not touched a card for
two years, but in the old days! a
memory of his conquests gave him
nerve and confidence.
Only the click swish of the bits
of pasteboard, the quick breathing of
the gamester as, two points scored
for himself and nine for his opponent,
he threw down his hand, confessing
defeat, and passed over the I. 0. U.'s.
Silently Leith walked from Number
27. " From beyond the drapery of
Number 28 stepped Mr. Merriam!
"Deceiver! Gamester! Hypocrite!"
he voiced, his eyes flaming, his scorn
withering. "I have traced you to your
haunts! You are unmasked and
Vera shall know!"
Gordon Leith paled. Startled, he
unconsciously dropped the bundle of
I. O. U.'s from his hand. With bowed
head he passed from the place. M&
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