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Creator: Beach, Rex Ellingwood, 1877-1949
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then called the three ball for the upper left-hand corner, and pocketed it, following which he ran the remaining fourteen. Blaze watched this procedure near-sightedly, and when the table was bare he thumped his cue loudly upon the floor. He beamed upon his opponent; he appeared ready to embrace him. "Bueno! There's art, science, and natural aptitude! Fly at 'em again, Mr. Strange, and take your fill." He finished polishing his spectacles, and readjusted them. "I aim to make you so comfortable in Jonesville that---" Blaze paused, he started, and a peculiar expression crept over his face. It seemed to Law that his friend actually turned pale; at any rate, his mouth dropped open and his gaze was no longer hypnotically following the pool-balls, but was fixed upon his opponent. Now there were chapters in the life of Blaze Jones that had never been fully written, and it occurred to Dave that such a one had been suddenly reopened; therefore he prepared himself for some kind of an outburst. But Blaze appeared to be numbed; he even jumped nervously when Mr. Strange missed a shot and advised him that his chance had come. As water escapes from a leaky pail, so had Jones's fondness for
The Mother\'s Recompense, Volume 2 A Sequel to Home Influence

THE MOTHER'S RECOMPENSE; A SEQUEL TO HOME INFLUENCE. BY GRACE AGUILAR. IN TWO VOLUMES. VOL. II. LEIPZIG BERNHARD TAUCHNITZ 1859.
pool oozed away, and with it had gone his accustomed skill. He shot blindly, and, much to the general surprise, missed an easy attempt. "Can't expect to get 'em all," comfortingly observed Mr. Strange as he executed a combination that netted him two balls and broke the bunch. After that he proved the insincerity of his statement by clearing the cloth for a second time. The succeeding frames went much the same, and finally Blaze put up his cue, mumbling: "I reckon I must have another chill coming on. My feet are plumb dead." "Cold feet are sure bad." Strange favored the crowd with a wink. "I'm sort of sick." "That's tough!" the victor exclaimed, regretfully. "But I'll tell you what we'll do--we'll take a little look into the future." "What d'you mean?" "Simply this: Nature has favored me with second sight and the ability to read fortunes. I foretell good an' evil, questions of love and mattermony by means of numbers, cards, dice, dominoes, apple-parings, egg-shells, tea-leaves, an' coffee-grounds." The