THE SPORT OF THE GODS
"A smart man don't need to show nothin'. All he's got to do is to act."
"Oh, I'll act; we 'll all act."
"Be slow to take a drink from him."
"Thomas, my boy, you're an angel. I recognise that more and more every day, but bid me do anything else but that. That I refuse: it's against nature;" and Sadness looked more mournful than ever.
"Trust old Sadness to do his part," said the portly proprietor; and Thomas went back to the lamb.
"Nothin' doin' so early," he said; "let's go an' have a drink."
They went, and Thomas ordered.
"No, no, this is on me," cried Joe, trembling with joy.
"Pshaw, your money's counterfeit," said his companion with fine generosity. "This is on me, I say. Jack, what 'll you have yourself?"
As they stood at the bar, the men began strolling up one by one. Each in his turn was introduced to Joe. They were very
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