Five Happy Weeks
r up a bundle of nice pink tickets on Lady S. Just then Ashley Loring came by swiftly in the direction o
you had run over. How are you
red Gamble, smiling; "but
that you cared
ore whirl, though, before the Maryland governor a
ith elation. "With this scheme, all you have to do is to b
o a sprinkling wagon, away on the farther side of the course. "Have on
ee bets ago." And, turning just then toward the grandsta
f looking squarely into the dark eyes of a strikingly beautif
g lady this time was laughing with a group of likable young idlers, all of whom Gamble knew; and
ome big bets," replied Loring with a frown. "He's not b
. Loring, I must diss
lawyer sho
lly defunct Gamble-Collaton Irrigation Company and assumes all its liabilities, you will remain
I'm swell
ault. You truste
ed me. I
curring obligations. You should have gone into bankruptcy and settled
glass when I shave. Any
ton announced himself broke-and let you foot the bills. If he only raked off half of what he spent he got bac
Lady S. Tore up m
elsher like Collator! making the book,"
ks were ruddy and his skin as flawless as a babe's, and his
only makes it worse to b
don't need money, anyhow, Ashley. I have my mother fixed-and there's nobod
in the direction of the betting shed. "The price will
a hundred dollar
e in the world!" returned Loring. "I thought you'd
d. The price on Nautchautauk was one and a half to two. "I don't want a bet," he remarked, shakin
ots just before they cut th
ra carries my hundred. I'll feed
Bouncer, a heavily-jowled man with grizzled hair and very friendly eyes which, however, could look quite cold
he was saying as Loring joined them. "Isn't
sked Gamble eagerly.
urned from hi
t you, Loring? Is that
he glanced up at the prim and precise Gresham, who had now succee
, his eyes still turning in the direction of the box, al
hich Gresham long ago gave up trying to sell him. The colonel is crazy to buy it now, but he's afraid to let Gresham know he must have it, for fear Saint Paul will run up the price on him. In consequence, he trails the man round like a love-sick bo
d Gamble. "Wh
y, don't say you're hit t
ed out. I'm no lady-fusser, Ashley,
h, do you?" asked Loring, look
erted Johnny. "I saw
e is some sort of a string to it," Loring told him. "She lives with her aunt, who is Mrs. Pa
want to bite
ney. He sells a piece of father's property every year, and he haunts Miss Joy like a pestilence. I think he'
ble. "Say, Loring, how am I goin
lawyer," declared Loring. "Excuse me