"Ah! you think too much of your ill fortunes. That is bad. It

takes from your confidence and so enfeebles your skill. You should

think of it less seriously. Another cast, and the tables chinge.

You will have your revenge."

"I WILL!" said Kingsley with some emphasis, and a gravity which

the other did not see. He evidently heard the words only as he

had been accustomed to hear them--from the lips of young gamesters

who perpetually delude themselves with hopes based upon insane

expectations. A benignant smile mantled the cheeks of the gamester.

"Ah, well! I am ready; but if you think me too much for you--"

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He paused. The taunt was deliberately intended. It was the customary

taunt of the gamester. On the minds of half the number of young

men, it would have had the desired efiect--of goading vanity,

and provoking the self-esteem of the conceited boy into a sort of

desperation, when the powers of sense and caution become mostly

suspended, and no unnecessary suspicion or watchfulness then

interferes to increase the difficulty of plucking the pigeon. I read

the smile on Kingsley's lip. It was brief, momentary, pleasantly

contemptuous. Then, suddenly, as if he had newly recollected his

policy, his countenance assumed a new expression--one more natural

to the youth who has been depressed by losses, vexed at defeat, but

flatters himself that the atonement is at hand. Perhaps, something

of the latent purpose of his mind increased the intense bitterness

in the manner and tones of my companion.

"Too much for me, Mr. Cleveland! No, no! You are willing, I see, to

rob good fortune of some of her dues. You crow too soon. I have a

shrewd presentiment that I shall be quite too much FOR YOU to-night."

A pleasant and well-satisfied smile of Cleveland answered the

speaker.

"I like that," said he; "it proves two things, both of which

please me. Your trifling losses have not hurt your fortunes. nor

the adverse run of luck made you despond of better success hereafter.

It is something of a guaranty in favor of one's performance that he

is sure of himself. In such case he is equally sure of his opponent."

"Look to it, then, for I have just that sort of self-guaranty

which makes me sure of mine. I shall play deeply, that I may make

the most of my presentiments. Nay, to show you how confident I am,

this night restores me all that I have lost, or leaves me nothing

more to lose."

The eyes of the other brightened.

"That is said like a man. I thank you for your warning. Shall we

begin?"

"Ready, ay, ready!" was the response of Kingsley, as he turned to

one of the tables. Quietly laying down upon it the short, heavy

stick which he carried, he threw off his gloves, and rubbed his

hands earnestly together, laughing the while without restraint, as

if possessed suddenly of some very pleasant and ludicrous fancy.