THE BETTING RING.
“To what swindling scoundrel do you refer?”
“That blank, blank, swindling devil of a book-maker!”
“Oh! oh! you were taken in, were you?” joyously exclaimed victim No. 1.
“Of course, I was, thirty pounds sterling!”
“And you were laughing at me.”
And then one after another confessed to have been bitten the same way, and upon getting all the confessions in, it was discovered that one carriage had deposited to the credit of a set of London sharks three hundred pounds sterling, or fifteen hundred dollars.
I lost nothing, for I do not bet upon horses now, for reasons stated at the beginning of this epistle, which shows that perfect safety is only found in complete virtue.