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90 LAURA BRAYTON. “Send him here. He is the very man I wanted to see.” | In another minute the gambler stood in the room. “Sit down. Satan is kind,” said Sharp, with a smile. “He ought to be to his friends, and I’m sure he hasn’t any better one, or more useful, than Enoch Sharp.” There was a cynical sneer on the face of Bartram as he spoke. “Friend or not, he never deserts me in my need. I wanted to see you. I wish you to be ready for matrimony to-night. I have made up my mind not to delay a matter of such importance any longer. Do-you hear?” “Yes; not being deaf, I can’t well help hearing. And, as I came to tell you, I got cleaned out at faro last night, and haven’t a greenback left, so I’m in the humor to do anything that pays. I met Joe just now, and though I never ‘know’ him on the street, a look from him told me that he was flush of funds, and I thought maybe you was in a generous mood.” ; “Well, marry her, and twenty thousand dollars lay ready for you. How soon you spend?it I care not. But remember, it is all you get with her. If you lose it, or throw it away, and bring her to want, it is your busitiess, not mine.” “Yes. Well, let me see the money. I'll make one splurge when Igetit. Dll be a big fish in the muddy sea of life for a while. See if I don’t.” “Of course!” “What lam you helped to make me,” said Bar- tram, sullenly; “and if I ever redden my hands with blood again, I know whose it will be.” - “comicbooks.co