f a man whose heart is touched.

"Whereth thith push wo'kin'?" he said briefly.

"Right ovah thaih," said the old Negro, indicating a part of the grounds
not far distant.

"All right, you go on ovah thaih an' wait fu' me; an' if you thee me,
remembah, you don't thee me. I don't know you, you don't know me, but
I'll try to thee you out all right."

The old man went on his way, a new light in his eyes at the hope
Schwalliger had inspired. Schwalliger himself made his way back to the
stables; his dirty, horsy, rubber's outfit was there. He smiled
intelligently as he looked at it. He was smiling in a different manner
when, all dressed in it, he came up nearer to the grand stand. It was a
very inane smile. He looked the very image of simplicity and ignorance,
like a man who was anxious and ready to be duped. He strolled carelessly
up to where the little game with the little ball was going on, and stood
there looking foolishly on. The three young men--ostensibly there was
only one--were doing a rushing business. They were playing very
successfully on that trait of human nature which feels itself glorified
and exalted when it has got something for nothing. The rustics, black
and white, and some who had not the excuse of rusticity, were falling
readily into the trap and losing their hard-earned money. Every now and
then a man--one of their confederates, of course, would make a striking
winning, and this served as a bait for the rest of the spectators.
Schwalliger looked on with growing interest, always smiling an ignorant,
simple smile. Finally, as if he could stand it no longer, he ran his
hand in his pocket and pulled out a roll of money--money in its most
beautiful and tempting form, the long, green notes. Then, as if a sudden
spirit of prudence had taken possession of him, he put it back into his
pocket, shook his head, and began working his way out of the crowd. But
the operator of the shell game had caught sight of the bills, and it was
like the scent of blood to the tiger. His eye was on the simple Negro at
once, and he called cheerfully:

"Come up, uncle, and try your luck. See how I manipulate this ball. Easy
enough to find if you're only lucky." He was so flippantly shrewd that
his newness to the business was insolently apparent to Schwalliger, who
knew a thing or two himself. Schwalliger smiled again and shook his
head.

"Oh, no, thuh," he said, "I don't play dat."

"Why, come and try your luck anyhow; no har