GENEROSITY (?) OF A GAMING HOUSE KEEPER.
A young West Indian chanced one night to enter one of the gaming
houses in London, and began trying his chance at Roulette.
Fortune favoured him at first, and he won about a hundred pounds.
Instead of leaving off he only became the more excited by his
success, when his luck began to change, and he lost and lost
until he staked the last coin he had in his pocket. He then
pawned to the master of the table successively every ring and
trinket he had, for money to continue the stakes. All in vain.
His luck never returned; and he made his way down-stairs in a
mood which may well be imagined. But what was his surprise when
the master of the table came running after him, saying--'Sir,
these things may be valuable to you--do me the favour to take
them with you. Next time I hope you will be more lucky,' and
returned all his rings and trinkets.
The moon was shining brightly at the time, and the young man
swore by it, that he would never again enter a gaming house, and
he kept his oath. Of course the generosity was but a decoy to
entice the youth to further ruin.
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