The things we do!

Again with a half growl, Dunwody threw down his cards, face upward.
His teeth were clenched, all his muscles set, all his attitude
strained, tense.
"You have won, my dear Senator! I failed to improve my four cards,
which, it is true, were of one color, but which I regret to say
still remain of the one color and of no better company!"
"It is even!" exclaimed Dunwody. "Come!"
The cards went around once more, and once more the officer asked
for a single card. Once again he lost.
Dunwody drew back with a deep sigh. "Look!" he said, "of my three
cards, two were what I wanted--aces, aces, man!--four of them! By
every token, I have won. It's fate!"
The face of his opponent was a study. His eyebrows went up in
pleasant expostulation at the other's eagerness. "So, then," said
he, "I suppose I must pay my stake, much to my regret. Ah! how
fortune has run against me to-day. And so, here it is,--I write
her name for you once more--this time her real name, so far as any
in America know it--thus,--Josephine, Countess St.


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