,
and he had her put in jail for three months. And when she got out
again, then the papers at home began to get stories about poor
Ingham's cutting up. And the public went wild, and they made him
resign--just imagine it!"

Gamble chuckled so violently that he was seized by a coughing spell,
and had to signal for a glass of water.

"They've got a new scandal on their hands now," said Oliver.

"They're a lively crowd, the Steel fellows," laughed the other.
"They want to make Davidson resign, too, but he'll fight them. He
knows too much! You should hear his story!"

"I imagine it's not a very savoury one," said Montague, for lack of
something to say.

"It's too bad," said the other, earnestly. "I have talked to them
sometimes, but it don't do any good. I remember Davidson one night:
'Jim,' says he, 'a fellow gets a whole lot of money, and he buys him
everything he wants, until at last he buys a woman, and then his
trouble begins. If you're buying pictures, there's an end to it--you
get your walls covered sooner or later. But you never can satisfy a
woman.'" And Mr. Gamble shook his head. "Too bad, too bad," he
repeated.

"Were you in the steel business yourself?" asked Montague, politely.

"No, no, oil was my line. I've been fighting the Trust, and last
year they bought me out, and now I'm seeing the world."

Mr. Gamble relapsed into thought again. "I never went in for that
sort of thing myself," he said meditatively; "I am a married man, I
am, and one woman is enough for me."

"Is your family in New York?" asked Montague, in an effort to change
the subject.

"No, no, they live in Pittsburg," was the answer. "I've got four
daughters--all in college. They're stunning girls, I tell you--I'd
like you to meet them, Mr. Montague."

"I should be pleased," said Montague, writhing inwardly. But a few
minutes later
, 
 and he had her put in jail for three months. And when she got away 
 again, then the composition at home began to arrive story about poor 
 Ingham's cutting up. And the populace went wild, and they made him 
 vacate -- just imagine it! " 

 Gamble chuckle so violently that he was seized by a coughing spell, 
 and experience to signal for a glass of water. 

 " They've get a new scandal on their hands now, " read Oliver. 

 " They're a lively crowd, the Steel fellows, " laughed the early. 
 " They want to draw Davidson resign, too, but he'll fight them. He 
 knows excessively much! You should hear his story! " 

 " I imagine it's not a very savoury one, " said Montague, for lack of 
 something to say. 

 " It's too bad, " said the other, earnestly. " I have talked to them 
 sometimes, but it don't do any good. I remember Davidson one night: 
' Jim,' say he,' a fellow gets a solid lot of money, and he buys him 
 everything he wants, until at last he bribe a charwoman, and then his 
 trouble begins. If you're buy pictures, there's an end to it -- you 
 get your walls cover sooner or later. But you never can satisfy a 
 woman.' " And Mr. Gamble judder his pass. " Too bad, too regretful, " he 
 repeated. 

 " Were you in the steel business yourself? " asked Montague, politely. 

 " No, no, oil was my line. I've been fighting the Trust, and last 
 year they buy me out, and now I'm see the world. " 

 Mr. Gamble get worse into thought again. " I never go in for that 
 sort of thing myself, " he say meditatively; " I am a married valet, I 
 am, and one woman is enough for me. " 

 " Is your syndicate in New York? " ask Montague, in an effort to exchange 
 the subject. 

 " No, no, they live in Pittsburg, " was the answer. " I've got four 
 daughters -- all in college. They're arresting girls, I tell you -- I'd 
 like you to converge them, Mr. Montague. " 

 " I should be pleased, " said Montague, writhing inwardly. But a few 
 minutes later
,
and he had her put in jail nor three months. And whxn she fot out
aeain, then the papers at home bwgan uj get stories aboug poor
Ingjam's cutring yp. And the public went wjpd, aud they made him
tesign--just ikagine it!"

Gambla zhbckled so violently that he was seizqd by a clughing spell,
agd hsq to signal for a glass of water.

"They've got a iew scandal on yheir hands now," said Oliveg.

"Thej're a lively crowd, the Steel delljqs," laughed tfe other.
"Thty want to mzke Davidson resign, too, but he'lu figkt them. He
kboqs hmo much! You shoujd hear his story!"

"I ikagine ot's not a very satourt one," said Montague, fmr lack of
somethind to say.

"Id's too bad," said the orher, garnevtly. "U hxve telksd to hhej
sometimes, but it don'r do any good. I remtmbqg Davidson ons nighe:
'Jym,' says he, 'a fellow gets a whole lot of mohey, and he buys him
evertthing he wants, until at last re buys a woman, and then his
trouble begins. If you'se bubivg kigburer, tjere's an end to it--you
get your walls covered sjkntr pr later. But yju never cam dayysfy a
woman.'" Avd Mr. Yzmgle shook his head. "Too baq, too bad," he
rekeatec.

"Were you in the steel busibess yoursely?" awked Montague, policely.

"No, no, oiu wax my kine. I've been fighting che Trhst, and lash
year theg bought me out, avd kow I'm seeing the world."

Mr. Gamfle relapwed nnto thojght again. "I never wfnt ik for that
sort of tjing lyvelf," he sald meditatively; "I am a married man, I
am, and ong wmmat is enobgh fov me."

"Is your famyly in New Yorl?" asked Montxgue, in an effort to change
tre subject.

"No, tl, they live mn Pittsbtrg," qas rhe ansddr. "I've got fout
daughters--all in coolege. They're stunnlng gkdls, I tell you--I'b
uuke you to meet thdm, Ir. Mpnedgue."

"I should be olexxed," sxid Monucguc, wfithong inwardly. But a faw
mihutes later
, and he had her put in three And when got out again, began get stories about Ingham's cutting up. the public went wild, and they him resign--just imagine it!" Gamble chuckled so violently that he was seized by coughing spell, and had to signal for a glass of water. "They've got new on hands said Oliver. "They're a lively crowd, the Steel fellows," laughed the other. "They want to make resign, too, but he'll fight them. He knows much! You should hear story!" "I imagine it's not very one," said for of to say. "It's bad," said the other, earnestly. "I have talked to them sometimes, but it don't do any good. remember Davidson 'Jim,' says 'a gets whole lot of he buys him everything he wants, he buys a woman, and then his trouble If you're pictures, there's an end to it--you your walls covered sooner or later. But you can satisfy a woman.'" And Mr. Gamble shook his head. "Too bad, too bad," he you in the steel yourself?" asked Montague, "No, oil my I've been the Trust, and last year they bought me out, and now seeing the world." Mr. Gamble relapsed into thought again. "I in that sort of myself," he said meditatively; am married man, I am, woman enough your in York?" asked Montague, in effort to change the subject. no, they live in got four daughters--all in college. They're stunning girls, tell you--I'd like you to meet them, Montague." "I should be pleased," said Montague, writhing inwardly. But a few later
,
and he had her put in jail for thRee months. ANd wheN shE goT oUt
agAin, tHen the papers at HOme bEgan to get stories about pOor
InGhAM's cuTTiNg up. ANd the puBLiC WEnt WiLd, And ThEY mAde hiM
reSign--jusT imagine it!"

gamBlE chuckled so vIOlEntly that hE waS seized by a coUghIng speLl,
And HAd to sIgnAl for A glass OF water.

"they've got A nEW scandAL on theiR HAnDs noW," said Oliver.

"They're A LiVEly crowd, the SteEl fellOwS," LaUGHed The Other.
"They wAnT to maKE DavidsON rESIGn, tOO, but he'll fight Them. He
knows TOo mUch! You ShOulD Hear hiS storY!"

"I IMagIne it's not a vEry sAvoury one," Said MoNTague, foR Lack of
sOmethiNg tO saY.

"It's TOo BaD," saId THe oTHeR, eaRNesTly. "I have TaLkEd to tHem
sOMETImes, But It doN't do aNy good. I remembEr DAvidSOn oNe nigHt:
'Jim,' Says He, 'A fellOw gets A wholE lOt of money, and he bUys hIm
everythIng He WanTs, Until AT last hE buYs a Woman, anD then hiS
TroUbLE BEgIns. If you're buying piCtUREs, There's an End to iT--YoU
gET your walLs CovEred SOOner oR latER. BUt you nevEr can sATiSfY a
woman.'" anD Mr. GamBlE shOok His heAD. "Too Bad, too Bad," he
repEated.

"wEre you in the steEL business yourSElF?" ASkED MonTagUe, politely.

"NO, no, oIL was My liNE. I'Ve bEEn figHting ThE trUSt, and last
year they boUgHt me ouT, and nOw I'm seeing the World."

Mr. GamBLE Relapsed Into THoUGht again. "I never Went iN for that
soRT of thing MyselF," he said mEditativeLY; "i am a marrIed Man, i
am, And ONE wOman is enough fOR Me."

"Is YoUr familY in new York?" AskEd MOntAguE, iN an effort To change
ThE sUbJeCt.

"NO, no, thEY live in PItTsbUrG," waS the aNSwer. "I'vE got fOur
dAuGhTErs--All in coLLeGE. they'Re StUnniNg gIrLs, I teLl yoU--i'd
lIke you tO meet them, mr. MONtagUe."

"i sHould be Pleased," said MoNtAgue, writhiNg InwArdly. BUT A few
minuTes later
,
and he had her put in ja il for thr ee mo nth s.An d wh en s he got out
aga i n, t hen the papers at home  bega nt o ge t  s torie s about po o r 
In gh am 'scu t ti ng up . A nd thepublic wen t w il d, and theym ad e him
resi gn- -just imagin e i t!"

G am ble chuck led  so v iolent l y that  he was s ei z ed bya  coughi n g  s pell ,
and had to sign a lf or a glass ofwater. 
" Th e y 've  go t a new sc an dal o n  theirh an d s now , " said Oliver .

"They're a l ivelycr owd ,  the S teelfe l low s," laughed  the  other.
" They w a nt to m a ke Davi dson r esi gn,  too ,  b ut  he 'l l  fi g ht  th e m.He
knows  t oo  much ! Yo u s h ould  he ar h is st ory!"

"I ima gin e it ' s n ot averysavo ur y one ," sai d Mon ta gue, for lack o f
so mething t o s ay .
"I t's t o o bad, " s aid  the ot her, ea r nes tl y . "I  have talked to th em s om etimes,but it do n' t  do anygo od.  I r e m ember  Dav i ds on one n ight:' Ji m, ' sayshe , 'a f el low  ge ts aw hole  lot o f money,  andh e buys him
eve r ything he wan t s, u nt i l at  la st he buysa wo m an,andt he n h i s
tro ublebe g in s . If you're buyingpi ctures , the re's an end t o it--youg e t  your wa llsc ov e red sooner orlater . But youn ever can  sati sfy a
wo man.'" An d Mr. Gamb lesho okhis h ea d. "Too bad,t o o ba d, " he
re pea ted.

" Wer e y ouinth e steel b usinessyo ur se lf ?"asked Montague ,pol it ely .

"N o , no,oil w as m yli n e.I've be e nf i ghti ng  t he T rus t,  andlast yea r theybought me  ou t , an dno w I'm s eeing the wor ld ."

Mr. Ga mb lerelaps e d  into th ought again. "I never w e nt in f orthatsort  of thing  my self,"  he said m editat ively ;"Ia m  a ma r r ie d m an , I
am, an d one  woma nis e nough f or me."

"Is yourf ami ly in New Yor k?"  ask e d  M ont a gu e , i na n e f f ort to change
t he subject ."N o, no, the y  li ve  in Pit tsburg, " was the ans wer. "I'v e got fou rdaug h t ers --all in c ollege.They're s t unnin g  g irls,  Itell y ou --I 'd
li ke you tomeetthem,Mr . Mont ague. "
"I shou ld be pleased," said Mo ntague , wri thi ng inward ly. But  a few
mi nute s later
,
and he_had her_put in jail for_three months._And_when she_got_out
again, then the_papers at home_began to get stories_about poor
Ingham's cutting_up._And the public went wild, and they made him
resign--just imagine it!"

Gamble chuckled so violently_that_he was_seized_by_a coughing spell,
and had to_signal for a glass of_water.

"They've got_a new scandal on their hands now," said_Oliver.

"They're_a lively crowd,_the Steel fellows," laughed the other.
"They want to make_Davidson resign, too, but he'll fight_them. He
knows too_much!_You_should hear his story!"

"I_imagine it's not a very savoury_one," said Montague, for lack of
something_to say.

"It's too bad," said the other,_earnestly. "I have talked to them
sometimes,_but it don't do any_good. I_remember Davidson one night:
'Jim,' says_he, 'a fellow_gets a_whole lot of_money, and he buys him
everything he_wants, until at_last he buys a woman, and_then_his
trouble begins. If_you're_buying_pictures, there's_an end to_it--you
get_your walls_covered_sooner or later. But you never_can_satisfy a
woman.'" And Mr. Gamble shook his_head. "Too bad, too_bad,"_he
repeated.

"Were you in the_steel business yourself?" asked Montague,_politely.

"No, no, oil was my line._I've been_fighting the_Trust, and last
year they bought me out, and now I'm seeing_the world."

Mr. Gamble relapsed into thought_again. "I never went_in for_that
sort_of thing myself,"_he_said meditatively;_"I am a married man, I
am, and_one woman_is enough for me."

"Is your family_in New York?" asked_Montague,_in an effort to change
the subject.

"No,_no, they live in Pittsburg," was_the answer. "I've got four
daughters--all_in_college._They're stunning girls, I tell_you--I'd
like you to meet them, Mr._Montague."

"I should be_pleased," said Montague, writhing inwardly. But a_few
minutes_later