"I put myself
in tune with the Infinite and make my claim upon the all-good--and then
I waver. The loss of that dollar was a punishment to me."
Now she stakes a dollar on No. 33 alone, and when it comes double-o she
cries out that the man had leaned his hand on the edge of the table
while the ball was rolling and thereby mushed up her cosmic vibrations,
even if he didn't do something a good deal more crooked. Then she
switches to No. 22, and that wins.
She now gets suspicious of the chips and has 'em turned into real
money, which she stuffs into her consort's pockets for the time being,
all but two dollars that go on Nos. 11 and 33. And No. 22 comes up
again. She nearly fainted and didn't recover in time to get anything
down for the next roll--and I'm darned if 11 don't show! She turns
savagely on her husband at this. The poor hulk only says:
"But, Pettie, you're playing the game--I ain't."
She replies bitterly:
"Oh, ain't that just like a man! I knew you were going to say
that!"--and seemed to think she had him well licked.
Then the single-o come. She says:
"Oh, dear! It seems that, even with the higher consciousness, one can't
be always certain of one's numbers at this dreadful game.
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