A DANGEROUS ACQUAINTANCE.
While John was attending to his aunt's interests at Wilton, important
events were occurring at Hampton.
It has already been stated that Ben Brayton was accustomed to spend
most of his time in lounging at the tavern, or in a billiard saloon
close by. It was at the latter place that he had the privilege of
forming an acquaintance with Arthur Winchester, a young man from the
city of New York (or so he represented). He was dressed in the extreme
of the fashion, sported a heavy gold chain, wore a diamond ring, and
carried a jaunty cane. I cannot guarantee the genuineness of the gold
or the diamond; but there was no one in Hampton who could distinguish
them from the real articles.
The appearance of Mr. Arthur Winchester created something of a
sensation among the young men of Hampton, or at least that portion
who aspired to wear fashionable clothes. Mr. Winchester's attire was
generally regarded as "nobby" in the extreme.
They exhibited an elegance which the highest efforts of the village
tailor had never succeeded in reaching. Forthwith the smart young men
in Hampton became possessed with the desire to have their clothes made
in the same faultless style, and Mr. Winchester was accommodating
enough to permit the village tailor to take a pattern from his garments.
Among those who gazed with admiration at the new-comer was Ben Brayton.
He was the first, indeed, to order a suit like Mr. Winchester's, in
which, when obtained, he strutted about proudly, arm in arm with the
young man himself.
Various circumstances served to strengthen the intimacy between the
two. In the first place neither had any weighty occupations to prevent
their drinking or playing billiards together, and it chanced after a
time that this became a regular business with them.
Ben Brayton was an average player, and appeared nearly equal to his new
friend. At all events, in the friendly trials of skill that took place
between them, Ben came off victorious perhaps a third of the time.
"Come, Ben," said Winchester, one morning, "this is slow. Suppose we
make the games a little more exciting by staking a little on the game."
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"You're a better player than I am, Winchester," said Ben.
"Not much. You beat me pretty often. However, I'll give you twenty
points, and stake a dollar on the game."
"I don't mind," said Ben. "A dollar isn't much."
"Agreed."
The game was played, and, counting the twenty points conceded, Ben came
off victorious by five points.
He pocketed the dollar with a sense of elation.
"Will you have another?" he asked.
"Of course I will. I'm bound to have my revenge."
The second game was played, and likewise terminated in Ben's favor.
He pocketed the second dollar with satisfaction. He had never found
billiards so interesting.
"Come, Brayton, this won't do. I didn't think you were so good a
player. You'll clean me out at this rate."
"Oh, I only happened to be lucky," said Ben, in high good humor. "Shall
we try it again?"
Of course they tried it again, and spent nearly the entire day in the
same way. Fortune veered about a little, and Ben came out minus three
dollars.
"Never mind, Brayton, you'll get it back to-morrow," said Winchester,
as they parted.
So Ben thought, and the furor of gaming had already taken such
possession of him that he got up unusually early, anxious to get at the
fascinating game.
So matters went on for a week. They never exceeded one dollar as
stakes, and played so even that Ben was only ten dollars behindhand.
This he paid from his allowance, and so far from being satiated with
the game could hardly restrain his impatience till Monday morning
should give him a chance of playing again.
It is perhaps needless to say that Ben had fallen into dangerous
company. Mr. Arthur Winchester was really a far superior player, and
eventually meant to fleece Ben out of his last dollar. But he did not
wish to arouse suspicion of his intentions, and "played off," as the
saying is, and thus had no difficulty in luring Ben on to the point at
which he aimed.
At the end of the second week Ben was only five dollars behind.
"You're gaining upon me," said Winchester. "You're improving in your
play."
"Am I?" said Ben, flattered.
"Not a doubt of it. I don't like to boast, but I am considered a
first-class player in the city, and, by Jove, you're almost even with
me."
Ben listened with gratification to this praise. He didn't doubt that
Winchester was the first-class player he represented, and in fact he
was a superior player, but he had never yet put forth his utmost skill.
He had only played with Ben, suiting himself to his inferior style of
playing.
Gradually Winchester suggested higher play.
"A dollar is nothing," he said. "Let us make it five."
Ben hesitated.
"That's a good deal to lose," he said.
"That's true, but isn't it as much to win? Come, it will make our games
more interesting, and you're as likely to come out ahead as I am."
"That is true," thought Ben.
"I'll tell you what," he said; "give me twenty-five points, and I'll do
it."
"Anything for excitement," said Winchester; "but we're so nearly
matched that you'll beat me twice out of three times on those odds."
Ben did beat the first game, and the exultation with which he pocketed
the stakes revealed to his experienced opponent that he had the game in
his hands.
Towards the middle of the afternoon Ben stood one game ahead. He was
flushed and excited by his success.
"I'll tell you what," said Winchester; "let's give up child's play and
have the real thing."
"What do you mean?" asked Ben.
"Let us stake fifty dollars, and done with it. That'll be something
worth playing for."
Ben started in surprise. The magnitude of the stake took his breath
away.
"I haven't got the money," he said.
"Oh, well, you can give me your note. I'll wait, that is, of course if
I win; but I am not so sure of that as I was. You're a pretty smart
player."
Ben did not hesitate long. He was dazzled by the idea of winning fifty
dollars, and his success thus far encouraged him to think that he would.
"Give me thirty points, then," he said.
"I ought not to; but anything for excitement."
The game was commenced. Ben led till towards the close of the game,
when his opponent improved his play, and came out three points ahead.
"It was a close shave," he said.
Ben looked uneasy. It was all very agreeable to win a large sum; but to
lose was not so comfortable.
"I haven't got the money," he said.
"Oh, give me your note, and pay when it's convenient! In fact, perhaps
you need not pay at all. You may win the next game."
"I don't know if I had better play," said Ben, doubtfully.
"Oh, you mustn't leave off a loser. You must have your revenge. In
fact, I'll make you a good offer. We'll play for a hundred dollars, and
I'll give you thirty-five points. That'll square us up, and make me
your debtor."
"Say forty, and I'll agree."
"Forty let it be then; but you'll win."
Again Winchester permitted Ben to gain in the commencement of the
game, but towards the last he took care to make up for lost time by a
brilliant play that brought him out victor.
"I was lucky," he said. "I began to think, the first part of the game,
that all was over with me."
Ben, silly dupe that he was, did not fathom the rascality of his
companion.
"I don't think I played as well as usual," he said, ruefully.
"No, you didn't. Perhaps your hand has got a little out, you have
played so many hours on a stretch."
Ben gave Winchester another due-bill for one hundred dollars,
wondering how he should be able to meet it. He was rather frightened,
and resolved not to play the next day. But when the next day came his
resolution evaporated. I need not describe the wiles used by Arthur
Winchester. It is enough that at the close of the coming day he held
notes signed by Ben for three hundred dollars.
He assured the disturbed Ben that he needn't trouble himself about the
matter; that he didn't need the money just yet. He would give him time
to pay it in, and other things to the same effect. But having come to
the conclusion that Ben had been bled as much as he could stand, he
called him aside the next morning, and said:--
"I'm sorry to trouble you, my dear Brayton, but I've just had a letter
recalling me to the city. Could you let me have that money as well as
not, say this afternoon?"
"This afternoon!" exclaimed Ben, in dismay. "I don't see how I can get
it at all."
"Do you mean to repudiate your debts of honor?" said Winchester,
sternly.
"No," said Ben, faltering; "but I've got no money."
"You ought to have made sure of that," said Winchester, shortly,
"before playing with a gentleman. Go to your mother. She is rich."
"She won't give me the money."
"Look here, Brayton," said Winchester, "I must have that money. I don't
care how you get it. But some way or other it must be got. I hope you
understand."
A bright idea came to Ben.
"You can't collect my notes," he said; "I'm under age."
"Then," said Winchester, his face darkening with a frown that made Ben
shiver, "I demand satisfaction. To-morrow morning, at five o'clock, I
will meet you with swords or pistols, as you prefer."
"What do you mean?" asked Ben, his teeth chattering, for he was an
arrant coward.
"What I say! If the law will not give me satisfaction, I will demand
the satisfaction of a gentleman. Fight or pay, take your choice; but
one or the other you must do."
The sentence closed with an oath.
"I'll do my best," said Ben, terrified. "Of course I mean to pay you."
"Then you'll let me have the money to-morrow?"
"I'll try."
The two parted, and Ben, thoroughly miserable, went home, trying to
devise some means to appease his inexorable creditor, whom he began to
wish he had never met.