It was more a barometric condition

  • It was in this mood that he would occasionally dress up, go for a
    shave replica oakley sunglasses, and, putting on his gloves, sally forth quite actively.
    Not with any definite aim.  It was more a barometric condition.
    He felt just right for being outside and doing something.

    On such occasions, his money went also.  He knew of several poker
    rooms down town.  A few acquaintances he had in downtown resorts
    and about the City Hall.  It was a change to see them and
    exchange a few friendly commonplaces.

    He had once been accustomed to hold a pretty fair hand at poker.
    Many a friendly game had netted him a hundred dollars or more at
    the time when that sum was merely sauce to the dish of the game--
    not the all in all.  Now, he thought of playing.

    "I might win a couple of hundred cheap oakleys.  I'm not out of practice."

    It is but fair to say that this thought had occurred to him
    several times before he acted upon it.
    The poker room which he first invaded was over a saloon in West
    Street, near one of the ferries.  He had been there before.
    Several games were going.  These he watched for a time and
    noticed that the pots were quite large for the ante involved.

    "Deal me a hand," he said at the beginning of a new shuffle.  He
    pulled up a chair and studied his cards.  Those playing made that
    quiet study of him which is so unapparent, and yet invariably so

    Poor fortune was with him at first fake oakleys.  He received a mixed
    collection without progression or pairs.  The pot was opened.

    "I pass," he said.

    On the strength of this replica oakleys, he was content to lose his ante.  The
    deals did fairly by him in the long run, causing him to come away
    with a few dollars to the good.