Cinder Path Tales

MY FIRST, FOR MONEY 15 We could hear them plainly, for the win­ dow was up a bit, and they did not talk in whispers. Every now and again some one would chaff Hacking on his Unknown, telling him to "trot outthe wonder," or " give us a sight of the manwho runs Simmons even." It was three o'clock when a long moving wagon labelled "Boston Belle" droveup to the door,containing Simmons, his backers and immediate attendants ; and thecrowd at he bar sauntered out on the piazza to meet them, and hurried back in augmented numbers to patronize stillfurther the tall bottles behind the mahogany. I had a glimpse ofSimmons as he stepped out; but he was enveloped in a long ulster, and all I could discover was that he was extremely tall and dark. His supporters had plenty ofmoney, and soon ran the odds up to three to one, at which figures Hacking accommodated them to a considerable extent. I had not another sup­ porter, however,for they all seemed to con­ sider that Hacking had quite lost his head, and took the match as a huge joke. It was very evident that, if I broke thetape, it would be a most unpopular, as well as unexpected, win. Hacking stuck to them well,but atlast got all he wanted, and declined to risk any