other pocket and dig up another roll 171]

*****

Monte Carlo (the next day).--My Dear Uncle Ezra: I do not know how to
write you the sequel to this tragedy. After our Dakota partner, with the
Black Hills system of beating a roulette game, had won the first bet,
he never guessed the right color again, and dad had no more use for the
rake. Every time he bet and lost, he would reach out to dad for more
money, and dad would reach into another pocket and dig up another roll,
and the countess would laugh and dad had to act as though he enjoyed
losing money.

It was about dark when dad had fished up the last hundred dollars and it
was gone before dad could wink back to the countess, then the Dakota man
looked at dad for more, and dad shook his head and said it was all off,
and they looked it each other a minute, and then we all three got up
and went out in the park to see the people who had gone broke commit
suicide, but there was not a revolver shot and dad and the Dakota man
sat down on a seat and I looked at the moon.

He would reach out to Dad for more money, and Dad would reach into
another pocket and dig up another roll.

Dad looked at the Dakota man and said: "You started me in all right.
What happened to your system?" The Dakota man was silent for a moment,
and then he pointed to me and said: "That imp of yours crossed his
fingers every time I bet, except the first time." Dad called me to him,
and he said: "Hennery, let this be a lesson to you. Never to cross your
fingers. You have ruined your dad," and he turned his pockets inside
out, and hadn't change for a dollar note, and he gave me the empty sack
to carry, and we went to our suite of rooms, knowing we would be fired
out into the cold world.

It will take a week to get money from the states, and we may be sent
to the work house, as we are broke, and haven't got the means even to
commit suicide. Don't tell ma.

Yours,

Hennery.

CHAPTER XIV.

The Bad Boy and His Dad Have an Automobile Ride--They Run
Over a Peasant--Climb "Glaziers"--Dad Falls Over a
Precipice, But Is Rescued by the Guides After a Hard Time
of It.

Geneva, Switzerland.--My Dear Old Man: By ginger, but I would like to be
home now. I have had enough of foreign travel; I don't see what is the
use of traveling, to see people of foreign countries, when you can go to
any large city in America, and find more people belonging to any
foreign country than you can