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THE SWEETHEART OF A KING。
The scene was not exactly new to me。 Moved by the spirit of adventure； or by an access of ennui which overtakes me at times； I had several times visited the gaudy establishment of Mercer； on the fashionable side of Fifth Avenue in the Fifties。 In either case I had found disappointment； where the stake is a matter of indifference there can be no excitement； and besides； I had been always in luck。
But on this occasion I had a real purpose before me； though not an important one； and I surrendered my hat and coat to the servant at the door with a feeling of satisfaction。
At the entrance to the main room I met Bob Garforth； leaving。
There was a scowl on his face and his hand trembled as he held it forth to take mine。
〃Harry is inside。 What a rotten hole；〃 said he； and passed on。
I smiled at his remark…it was being whispered about that Garforth had lost a quarter of a million at Mercer's within the month…and passed inside。
Gaudy； I have said it was； and it needs no other word。 Not in its elements； but in their arrangement。
The rugs and pictures and hangings testified to the taste of the man who had selected them； but they were abominably disposed； and there were too many of them。
The room； which was unusually large； held two or three leather divans； an English buffet； and many easy chairs。 A smoking… table； covered； stood in one corner。
Groups of men were gathered about each of the three roulette wheels ranged along the farther side。 Through a door to the left could be seen the poker tables； surrounded by grave or jocular faces。 Above the low buzz of conversation there sounded the continual droning voices of the croupiers as they called the winning numbers； and an occasional exclamation from a 〃customer。〃
I made my way to the center wheel and stood at the rear of the crowd surrounding it。
The ball rolled； there was a straining of necks amid an intense silence； then； as the little pellet wavered and finally came to a rest in the hole number twenty…four a fervent oath of disappointment came from some one in front of me。
The next moment； rising on tiptoe to look over the intervening shoulders； I found myself looking into the white face of my younger brother Harry。
〃Paul！〃 he exclaimed； turning quickly away。
I pushed my way through and stood at his side。 There was no sound from the group of onlookers； it is not to be wondered at if they hesitated to offend Paul Lamar。
〃My dear boy；〃 said I； 〃I missed you at dinner。 And though this may occupy your mind； it can scarcely fill your stomach。 Haven't you had enough？〃
Harry looked at me。 His face was horribly pale and his eyes bloodshot； they could not meet mine。
〃For Heaven's sake； Paul； let me alone；〃 he said； hardly above a whisper。 〃I have lost ninety thousand。〃
In spite of myself I started。 No wonder he was pale！ And yet… 〃That's nothing；〃 I whispered back。 〃But you are making a show of yourself。 Just now you were swearing like a sailor。 See how your hand trembles！ You were not made for this； Harry； it makes you forget that you're a gentleman。 They are laughing at you。 e。〃
〃But I say I have lost ninety thousand dollars；〃 said the boy； and there was wildness in his eye。 〃Let me alone； Paul。〃
〃I will repay you。〃
〃No。 Let me alone！〃
〃Harry！〃
〃I say no！〃
His mouth was drawn tight and his eyes glared sullenly as those of a stubborn child。 Clearly it was impossible to get him away without making a scene； which was unthinkable。 For a moment I was at a plete loss； then the croupier's voice sounded suddenly in my ear：
〃You are interrupting us； sir。〃
I silenced him with a glance and turned to my brother； having decided in an instant on the only possible course。
〃Here； let me have your chair。 I will get it back for you。 e！〃
He looked at me for a moment in hesitation； then rose without a word and I took his place。
The thing was tiresome enough； but how could I have avoided it？ The blood that rushes to the head of the gambler is certainly not food for the intellect； and； besides； I was forced by circumstances into an heroic attitude…and nothing is more distasteful to a man of sense。 But I had a task before me； if a man lays bricks he should lay them well； and I do not deny that there was a stirring of my pulse as I sat down。
Is it possible for a mind to directly influence the movements of a little ivory ball？ I do not say yes； but will you say no？
I watched the ball with the eye of an eagle； but without straining； I played with the precision of a man with an unerring system； though my selections were really made quite at random； and I handled my bets with the sureness and swift dexterity with which a chess…master places his pawn or piece in position to demoralize his opponent。
This told on the nerves of the croupier。 Twice I corrected a miscalculation of his； and before I had played an hour his hand was trembling with agitation。
And I won。
The details would be tiresome； but I won； and when； after six hours of play without an instant's rest； I rose exhausted from my chair and handed my brother the amount he had lost…I pocketed a few thousands for myself in addition。 There were some who tried to detain me with congratulations and expressions of admiration； but I shook them off and led Harry outside to my car。
The chauffeur； poor devil； was pletely stiff from the long wait； and I ordered him into the tonneau and took the wheel myself。
Partly was this due to pity for the driver； partly to a desire to leave Harry to his own thoughts； which I knew must be somewhat turbulent。 He was silent during the drive； which was not long； and I smiled to myself in the darkness of the early morning as I heard； now and then； an uncontrollable sigh break through his dry lips。
Of thankfulness； perhaps。
I preceded him up the stoop and into the hall of the old house on lower Fifth Avenue； near Tenth Street； that had been the home of our grandfather and our father before us。 There； in the dim light； I halted and turned； while Evans approached from the inner rooms； rubbing eyes heavy with sleep。
Good old Evans！ Yet the faithfulness of such a servant has its disadvantages。
〃Well？〃 said Harry in a thin； high voice。
The boy's nerves were stretched tightly； two words from me would have produced an explosion。 So I clapped him on the shoulder and sent him off to bed。 He went sulkily； without looking round； and his shoulders drooped like those of an old man； but I reflected that that would all be changed after a few hours of sleep。
〃After all； he is a Lamar；〃 I said to myself as I ordered Evans to bring wine and sandwiches to the library。
It was the middle of the following afternoon before Harry appeared down…stairs。 He had slept eleven hours。 I was seated in the library when I heard his voice in the hall：
〃Breakfast！ Breakfast for five at once！〃
I smiled。 That was Harry's style of wit。
After he had eaten his 〃breakfast for five〃 he came in to see me with the air of a man who was determined to have it out。
I myself was in no mood for talk； indeed； I scarcely ever am in such a mood； unless it be with a pretty woman or a great sinner。
You may regard that sentence as tautological if you like； I sha'n't quarrel about it。
What I mean to say is that it was with a real effort I set myself to the distasteful task before me； rendered necessary by the responsibility of my position as elder brother and head of the family。
Harry began by observing with assumed indifference： 〃Well； and now there's the deuce to pay； I suppose。〃
〃As his representative I am not a hard creditor；〃 I smiled。
〃I know； I know…〃 he began impetuously and stopped。
I continued：
〃My boy； there is always the deuce to pay。 If not for one thing； then for another。 So your observation would serve for any other time as well as now。 The point is this： you are ten years younger than I； and you are under my care； and much as I dislike to talk； we must reach an understanding。〃
〃Well？〃 said Harry； lighting a cigarette and seating himself on the arm of a chair。
〃You have often thought；〃 I continued； 〃that I have been trying to interfere with your freedom。 But you are mistaken； I have merely been t
