Tillary Steevens, novelist, stole the plots of all the stories that brought him fame. Jerry Hammond, rightful owner of the said plots, was driven by fate to making a living as a cracksman, after he had undergone a bewildering series of adventures in a South American republic. How he turned the tables on Steevens, won his 'Princess,' and achieved happiness, make up a story which for sheer thrill and fascinating unexpectedness fairly out-Keelers Keeler.
g quite a few wild-cat propositions. If he had been satisfied with the squared paper and the curves, all would have been well, but he took to making investments on the strength of his curves. He appears to have won a bit at first, and, encouraged by the luck, to have increased his speculations more and more.
That, I suppose, is a story that has been told a thousand times and more. It led Professor Hoyte down the hill that so many gamblers have descended, and ended, for him, with a bullet through his brain in his study one winter morning, and the squared papers showing his fatal curves on the desk beside which his body had fallen. He had gambled away every penny, and even gone to a moneylender on the strength of forthcoming salary. Mrs. Hoyte and the Princess were left practically destitute, six months or a bit more after my college career had terminated. I have already said that Mrs. Hoyte was a semi-invalid. Under the shock of her husband's suicide she went all to pieces for a while, and then so far r