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An indifferent swimmer, Donald Ware had avoided the afternoon sport in the tank; but after dinner, somewhat to the irritation of Grahauests, with the casual expectedness of the Big House, had drifted in--a lawyer, by na water- right suit; Jereeneral superintendent of the Harvest Group, which bonanza, according to Jere" as ever; Edwin O'Hay, a red-headed Irish musical and dramatic critic; and Chauncey Bishop, editor and owner of the San Francisco Dispatch, and a leaned

Dick had started a boisterous gah exciteed, the limit was ten cents, and, on a lucky coup, the transient bankerat least tentable at the far end of the roo of se

With nine players, the game was crowded, and Graham, rather than draw cards, casually and occasionally backed Ernestine's cards, the while he glanced down the long room at the violinist and Paula Forrest absorbed in Beethoven Sy raising the limit to twenty cents, and Dick, the heaviest loser, as he averred, to the tune of four dollars and sixty cents, was plaintively suggesting the starting of a "kitty" in order that so out of the place in the h at the loss of his last bet--a nickel which he had had to pay double--announced to Ernestine that he was going to take a turn around the rooe his luck

"I prophesied you would," she told hinificantly in Paula's direction

"Just for that I sio down there now," he retorted

"Can't dast decline a dare," she taunted

"If it were a dare I wouldn't dare do it"

"In which case I dare you," she took up

He shook his head: "I had already ht down there to that one spot and cut that fiddler out of the running You can't dare e Besides, there's Mr O'Hay waiting for you to make your bet"