fishing excursions almost every day, and secluding themselves somewhere nearly every evening. That man, Green, sir, it is whispered, is a gambler; and I believe it. Granted, and there |is no longer a mystery as to what Willy does with his own and his father's money."
I readily assented to this view of the case.
"And so assuming that Green is a gambler," said I, "he has grown richer, in consequence of the opening of a new and more attrative tavern in Cedarville."
"Yes, and Cedarville is so much the poorer for all his gains; for I've never heard of his buying a foot of ground, or in any way encouraging productive industry. He's only a bloodsucker."
"It is worse than the mere abstraction of money," I remarked; "he corrupts his victims, at the same time that he robs them."
"True."
"Willy Hammond may not be his only victim," I suggested.
