THE SPORT OF THE GODS
"I don't know as I ought to," said Sadness.
"Oh, come on," his companions called out, "don't be stiff with a stranger. Make him feel at home."
"Mr. Hamilton will believe me when I say that I have no intention of being stiff, but duty is duty. I've got to go down town to pay a bill, and if I get too much aboard, it would n't be safe walking around with money on me."
"Aw, shut up, Sadness," said Thomas. "My friend Mr. Hamilton 'll feel hurt if you don't drink with him."
"I cert'n'y will," was Joe's opportune remark, and he was pleased to see that it caused the reluctant one to yield.
They took a drink. There was quite a line of them. Joe asked the bartender what he would have. The men warmed towards him. They took several more drinks with him and he was happy. Sadness put his arm about his shoulder and told him, with tears in his eyes, that
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