The Redemption of David CorsonGoss, Charles Frederic
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The Redemption of David Corson
Goss, Charles Frederic
Society of Friends -- Fiction
"I don't expect to be surprised in that line," the foreigner said, with
the air of one who knew a thing or two; "for I have been in Monte Carlo,
Carlsbad and every famous gambling place in Europe."
"Well, sah, I don't know; I have never been in those places myself, but
I have heard those who have say that what they play there is mere 'penny
ante' to what goes on in one of these yere Mississippi boats. Like a
little game now and then myself, sah. Glad to have you join me."
While these men and others pretended to address their remarks to David
or to each other, their free glances were more and more directed to
Pepeeta who began to be embarrassed by them and gently drew David away
to more retired places. He went with her reluctantly, for he was in need
of excitement. The thought of his crime was constantly agitating his
heart, the prostrate form of the doctor with the bloody wound on his
forehead was never absent from his mind, and through all the ceaseless
rumble around him he could hear the dull thud of the stone upon the hard
skull. The efforts which he made to throw off these horrible weights
that crushed him were like those of a man awakening from a nightmare. He
scarcely dared to speak for fear of uttering words which would betray
him and which seemed to tremble on his lips. Had he been on shore he
would have fled to the solitude of a forest; but here he was
resistlessly impelled to that other solitude--a crowd. The necessity of
being gay with his beautiful bride and of concealing every trace of his
terror and remorse taxed his resources to their utmost limit, and in his
nervousness he kept Pepeeta moving with him all day long. At its close
she was completely exhausted, and retired early to her stateroom. Freed
from her company and craving relief from thought, David made his way
straight to the gambling tables where the nightly games were in full
swing.
The claim of the southerner that the excitement at those tables, when
the river traffic was at its height, had never been surpassed in the
history of games of chance, was no exaggeration. Not a semblance of
restraint was put upon the players, and experts from all over the world
gathered to pluck the exhaustless supply of victims, as buzzards
assemble to feed on carrion. Fortunes were made and lost in a night. Men
sat down to play worth thousands of dollars, and rose paupers! They
staked and lost their money, their slaves, their business and their
homes. In the wild frenzy which such misfortunes kindle the most
shocking crimes were committed, but the criminals were never called to
account, for the law was powerless.
What the fugitive sought was diversion, and he found it! Tragedies
became commonplace in those cabins. Men crowded into single hours the
experience and excitement of months. It was this very night that an
encounter occurred which is still a tradition on the river.
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