doesn't cheat—he doesn't need to, as I said before. Now that gambler pretends he is a commercial traveler from Buffalo. I know Buffalo down to the ground, so I took him aside yesterday and said plumply to him, 'What firm in Buffalo do you represent?' He answered shortly that his business was his own affair. I said, 'Certainly it is, and you are quite right in keeping it dark. When I was coming over to Europe, I saw a man in your line of business who looked very much like you, practically put under arrest by the purser for gambling. You were traveling for a St. Louis house then.'"
"What did he say to that?"
"Nothing; he just gave me one of those sly, sinister looks of his, turned on his heel, and left me."
The result of this conversation was the inauguration of the Society for the Reforming of a Poker Player. It was agreed between us that, if young Storm had lost all his money, we would subscribe enough as a loan to take care of him until he got a remittance from home. Of course we knew that any young fellow who goes out to America to begin farming, does not, as a general rule, leave people in England exceedingly well off, and probably this fact, more than any other, accounted for the remorse visible on Storm's countenance. We knew quite well that the offering of money to him
