Cinder Path Tales

MY FIRST, FOR MONEY 17 yelled out with a Yorkshire accent, "Fifteen dollars to five on the long-legged Chipper. Fifteen to five against the ' veiled lady.'" There was a loud laugh at this, whichwas too much for Jennie. She jumped up, went to her little desk in the corner, and took from one of those secret drawers, which are so evident, her purse, and emptying it in her lap counted out fivedollars anda few cents over. She then called the chamber-maid, gave her the five dollars, and told her to give it to Jerry, the hostler, to bet on Mr. Brown. " 'Tis an easy way to make money," she said, with an immense amount ofdisdain at my remonstrance. I sat with her awhile longer, she doing all the talking, for my mind was occupied, to put it mildly. When the littleclock on theshelf pointed to three-thirty, I left to get into my running-togs, she giving me a good grip with her soft warm hand, and saying, " I shall see you win from the atticwindow." When Ireached my room, which Hacking told me to keep locked, I had a difficulty in finding the key-hole that Ihad never experi­ enced, except "after dinner" or at late hours of theevening, my fingers being quite unsteady. As I stripped, my courage seemed to leave me with every garment. I remember I won­ dered if it would come back again whenI put