TOD SLOAN 



Dwyer. It was a case of up and down, one day a small 

 fortune with Grannan and the next hardly knowing 

 how he was to go to a meeting. Sometimes it was a 

 bit of a scrape up to settle, for by this time he had 

 worked himself into a lot of credit and the Ring would 

 stand him big for sums until of course one Monday 

 arrived with too big a balance against him. Still he 

 never lost hope nor neglected to keep in touch with 

 the form. 



One night he said to me, " If I'd been racing to-day 

 I should have won a fortune but I've given it a rest." 



I was putting him up at the time at the Lexington 

 in New York. " There's a game of bridge to-night, 

 Tod," he went on, "and you know that I am a good 

 player ; lend me fifty dollars and I'll make something." 



He told me where the game was to be and it cleared 

 me out to lend him the fifty. 



I didn't see him till the next evening ; I thought he 

 might have had an all-night sitting and I wasn't racing 

 myself the next day. Just before dinner I came across 

 him looking down his nose over a cocktail and asked 

 him how he got on at the bridge game, for I was look- 

 ing for the fifty back and a little interest if he had had 

 any luck. 



" I didn't play no bridge," he said. " I put the fifty 

 on a horse to-day and it went down." 



He was like some old horses and was getting cunning, 

 so eventually I helped him to get out to California, 

 where he said he would be all right. He evidently got 

 some money somewhere for he wrote to me cheerfully. 



I heard one good story of him out there. He was 

 up in a friend's apartment very tired and was taking a 

 rest on the sofa sleeping peacefully while a dollar game 

 of poker was going on. Hour after hour passed and 

 still Riley never stirred. The boys had got a bit more 



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