"Teil me, am I not fair?" The Bpeaker leaus back in her seat and smiles coquettishly. In truth the question seems superfluous. As she sits there with the afternoon Kun transfusiug her glorious tressesinto a stream of liquid gold, her eyes as blue as the heavens, fathomless as the sea and dancing with excitement ; her lips of coral wreathed with a roguish smile, ■he is indeed transcendentally beautiful. But the man seems blind to her loveliness. He regards her with a frowning brow and eyes that smolder with anger. Timidly she repeats her question. "Am I not fair?" Her conjpitnion's face grows black as thunder. "Fair!" he cries bitterlj-. "Fair, whf n you open a jack pot with a ten" - Rage chokes bis utterance and with a pastíiouate gesture he dashes the cards to tbe floor.