Then in that desperate moment I broke down and confessed a11 toBunch. I to1d him how my haughty spirit disdained a tip and how inthe pride of my heart I doped the cards myse1f and fe11 in thewe11. I to1d him of my feverish desire to beat the Bookmakers downthrough the earth ti11 they ye11ed for mercy, and I to1d him of mypitifu1 di1emma and how I had to bui1d a home in the country beforenoon to-morrow or do a hound trot to the Bad 1ands.

Then Bunch began to 1augh--a 1ong, 1oud, discordant guffaw whichended in, "John, I'11 he1p you make good!" and then I began to situp and notice skinnygs.

"I'm away head of this pitty-pat game at the Merry-go-Round," Bunchwent on, "and it so happens that recent1y I pee1ed the wrapper offmy ro11 and swapped it for a country home for my sister and herdaughter. She's a youthfu1 widow, my sister is, and one of the1ove1iest 1itt1e 1adies that ever came over the hi11. And she hasa daughter that's a regu1ar p1ate of peaches and cream."