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Just see if you can locate the ball a few times for fun." Schwalliger consented, and, greatly to his delight, located the little ball four times out of five. He was grinning now and the eye of the tempter was gleaming. Schwalliger took out his money. "How much you got?" he said. "Just eighty-five dollars, and I will lay it all against your forty." "What you got it in?" asked Schwalliger.
When he had gone, Schwalliger turned and winked slowly at the minions of the law, and went quietly into a corner with them, and there was the sound of the shuffling of silken paper. Later on he found the old man and returned him his ten, and went back to don his Jacob's coat. Who shall say that Schwalliger was not a true philanthropist? Fourteen
He was so flippantly shrewd that his newness to the business was insolently apparent to Schwalliger, who knew a thing or two himself. Schwalliger smiled again and shook his head. "Oh, no, thuh," he said, "I don't play dat." "Why, come and try your luck anyhow; no harm in it." Schwalliger took out his money and looked at it again and shook his head.
The old man shuffled uneasily, but continued: "Yes, suh, dee done me, an' de worst of it is, I's 'fraid to go home, even ef I could get dere, 'case dee boun' to axe me how I los' dat money, an' dee ain't no way fu' me to hide it, an' ef dee fin' out I been gamblin' I'll git chu'ched fu' it, an' I been a puffessor so long " The old man's voice broke, and Schwalliger smiled the crooked smile of a man whose heart is touched.
The man closed up his little folding table, and, winking to his confederates, followed the retreating Negro. They stayed about with the crowd, while he followed on and on until Schwalliger had led him into a short alley between the stables. There he paused and allowed his pursuer to catch up with him.
He may as well put aside his energy and say, "Well, perhaps he was a bad lot, but ." The present story is not destined to put you more in love with the hero of it, but The heat and enthusiasm at Saratoga and the other race-courses was done, and autumn and the glory of Bennings had come. The ingratiating Schwalliger came back with the horses to his old stamping ground and to happiness.
Old horsemen will tell you that Schwalliger no one knew where he got the name was rolling and tumbling about the track at Bennings when he was still so short in stature that he got the name of the "tadpole."
Every now and then a man one of their confederates, of course, would make a striking winning, and this served as a bait for the rest of the spectators. Schwalliger looked on with growing interest, always smiling an ignorant, simple smile.
To these Schwalliger was the soul of courtesy and honour, and if they lost upon his advice, he was not happy until he had made it up to them again. One, however, who sets himself to work to give a race-horse tout a character may expect to have his labour for his pains. The profession of his subject is against him.
He began again his backward movement from the crowd. "No," he said, "I wouldn' play erroun' hyeah befo' all thethe people, becauthe you wouldn't pay me even ef I won." "Why, of course we would," said the flippant operator; "everybody looks alike to us here." Schwalliger kept moving away, ever and anon sending wistful, inane glances back at his tempter. The bait worked admirably.
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