O. HENRY - SELECTED STORIES<br /><br />Table of contents<br />?A Blackjack Bargainer<br />?According to Their Lights<br />A Chaparral Christmas Gift<br />A Cosmopolite in a Cafe<br />?A Double-Dyed Deceiver<br />After Twenty Years<br />&nbsp;A Lickpenny Lover<br />?A Lickpenny Lover<br />A Midsummer Knight&#39;s Dream<br />The Last Leaf<br />?A Blackjack Bargainer<br /><br /><br />The most disreputable thing in Yancey Goree&#39;s law office was Goree himself, sprawled in his creakv old arm- chair. The rickety little office, built of red brick, was set flush with the street -- the main street of the town of Bethel.<br />&nbsp;<br />Bethel rested upon the foot-hills of the Blue Ridge. Above it the mountains were piled to the sky. Far below it the turbid Catawba gleamed yellow along its disconsolate valley.<br />&nbsp;<br />The June day was at its sultriest hour. Bethel dozed in the tepid shade. Trade was not. It was so still that Goree, reclining in his chair, distinctly heard the clicking of the chips in the grand-jury room, where the &quot;court- house gang&quot; was playing poker. From the open back door of the office a well-worn path meandered across the grassy lot to the court-house. The treading out of that path had cost Goree all he ever had -- first inheritance of a few thousand dollars, next the old family home, and, latterly the last shreds of his self-respect and manhood. The &quot;gang&quot; had cleaned him out. The broken gambler had turned drunkard and parasite; he had lived to see this day come when the men who had stripped him denied him a seat at the game. His word was no longer to be taken. The daily bouts at cards had arranged itself accordingly, and to him was assigned the ignoble part of the onlooker. The sheriff, the county clerk, a sportive deputy, a gay attorney, and a chalk-faced man hailing &quot;from the valley,&quot; sat at table, and the sheared one was thus tacitly advised to go and grow more wool.<br />&nbsp;