American fiction -- 19th century; Detective and mystery stories
But twenty thousand dollars do not always bring a fortune, even in
Monte Carlo. I lost as well as won and though I had the good time I
had anticipated I was not much richer at the end of five years than
I was before my first invention was perfected. And then came a
struggle. My good times grew fewer and I was forced to change my
name more than once as I drifted from France to Italy and from Italy
to Germany, seeking to reinstate myself, but being dreadfully
hampered by my taste for the luxuries of life and the companionship
of men who were sufficiently good-natured, but not always honest or
sincere. At last I awoke to the necessity of action. I had an
idea—one that had been floating in my head ever since the perfection
of my first invention, and I realized that if I could but develop it
practically I was sure to win a greater sum than that I had earned
by my first efforts. But to do this it would take money—considerable
money, and I had none. Now how could I remedy this defect? I knew
but one way—by play. So I began to play for keeps, that is for a
capital, denying myself this time and forgetting for once the
delights that can be got out of a thousand francs. I saved, actually
saved, and becoming strangely prosperous the moment I set a distinct
purpose before my eyes, I won and won till I had a decided nest-egg
laid up in the leathern bag which I secretly wore tied about my
waist. But though this looked well, it did not satisfy me. I wanted
thousands and I had but hundreds; so I took a partner who was not
above a trick or two and—well, you do not understand these
things—but matters went very smoothly with me after this, so
smoothly that possibly I might have allowed myself one little
glimpse into my old paradise if I had had a little more confidence
in my own discretion and had not been afraid of the charms of a spot
that swallows a man, neck and crop, if he once plunges his head into
it. So for a few months more, I remained firm and grew steadily
rich, till the day came when by an enormous streak of luck I became
the owner of the very amount I had calculated it would take to put
into operation my new invention.
I was in St. Petersburg when this happened, and for five hours I sat
in my garret chamber feasting my eyes upon the money I had acquired,
and shutting my ears to every sound from without that summoned me to
the one short hour of wild enjoyment I had certainly earned. Then I
put the money back into my bag, took the frugal supper I had
prepared and went to bed with the determination of rising early and
devoting the early hours of the morning to drawing my first plans.
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