The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1852-10-22

| ADO mus, as U6 WSuI wv 49, :. N
had sweet smile and friendly nod for
all.
He found knot ofmen on the suri,
lounging about the weighing siand, win
some Of his antagonists ofthe Day, among
others, JacllSDwyer, the ownei Of one OF
the horses entered for the rate--a pay
stallion called Blueskin.
"Well Blake" said Dwyer, who wss a
Brobdignagian compared with my small
progeniior, and addressing him as nc
stood with his saddle on his arm, and his
bridel in his hand, preparatory TO stepping
Unto the weighing machine, SWELL
Blake, have you put plenty Of led IN
your saddle skirts today?" Eo
/ "Yes, said my grand father with a
smile, 81 always prefer carrying weight IN
the saddle, to carrying it in the bead"
! A laugh ran around the circle at this
sally, which was very fair hi, at Dwyer's
well known dullness.
"Take care, Blake" retorted Dwyer,
"that your tongue to-day does moi run
faster than Jour mare"
"Lotit," leioined my grandfathey 'ft
does not matter to me, as long as ! am
able TO beat you both"
| AS he uttered these words, and was
lust about TO seat himselfin the wei Oh
ing machine, little man, with faded
red wsistcoat darted from the crowd, and
laying one hand on my grandtather's
shoulder, pulled crumpled bit Of paper
from his pocket with the other, exclalm-
ing in triumphant tone ofvoice, CAT the
shute ofDarcy an Burke, sur"
My grandfather flew into great passion
DIN your eyes, you rascal!'' what DO
you mean9" he said jumping up like an an
epitome ofa tiger, stake your hand oil
J., Of me this instant, or lll-"
"Begor, SQUIRE" said the little man.
Ht,s myself that's sorry to be obliged TO
,hrouble you. But there's no use resist
ing. / arrest you at the shute av Darcy
an Burke, for the sum Of five hundred
pounds and costs"
1t seemed as If a .hunderbo' haf
suddenly smt,en my ancestor. hl'
features instantly contracted with aPa'n
! full sorrow, and he staggered ll'u'
/, back. II was no wonder that he was
thus excited, for few knew, OF how mufl
: Importance Ibis race was 70 him. ihf
!. arrest, however, was feet not to be sur
mounted. Unless he paid the monet OF
) the spot he mus, bo dragged to Jail ant
rot his life away. The race must als'
. be lost, and all he mad sIaked upon ii
= issue; as so late withdrawal was tanta
e mount to forfei,ing everything. He ha'
:. backed his mare heavily on the event
:, and were it no, for this untoward Incl
4 dent, had an absolute certainty OF win
. ming. Wha, was TO be done? He hear
'Ie The low liter that ran round the bettin
" ring, amongs. those who had laid agalns
him. and he saw the rival jockieS smilin
- with ill.concealed delight at the oppol
20 20 tune removal fso dreaded an antagonis
! He had, moreover, shrewd susplclo
! that Jack DWyer, who was distansl
10 80 connected with the people at whose su
:; he had been arrested, had some hand
a the affair, as, next to grandfather's mar
~ ~ his bay horse Blueskln was the favorlt'
20 20 For moment, my grandfather thougl
=, of getting some one TO ride his mafe' o'
u u The idea was dismissed rs soon as !orme
=, Let-me-alone- before -the-people wou
ho no more have allowed stranger 10 GRO
ho m her back than she would have thong
- ~ of permitting her feet to be shod with c
i, - coa-nut shells. In an instant his mil
ve was made up He must win that RAJ
70 or be ruined. II ho won he would Gle
IL thousand pounds; if he lost, he won
n; n, have chance TO rot his life away in Il
~ ~ county Jail, and be quoted by prudo
~ fathers as an example Of the couseque
i - ces Of the turf. He cast proud CLAN
ia hs upon the mocking circle around hir
;or m and silled by motion of his hand I
~ - incipient movement towards an attem
i'm at rescue, which the peasanlry arou
- the place were beginning to exhibit.
I'll, sI am sorry for you. Blake; | am up
he nv soul,'' said Jack Dwyer, with hiE
did critical look Of coincidence, "but y
not know vha. can't be cured"
Ihe aMay be conquered, Jack Dwyer,"
yed Piled my grandfather. Then turning
ire. the little bailiff, who had never let h
the 60 even for an instant, he asked him u
lar Whisper, "Can you ridey'
ody "Can duck svim?" returned the
The low with knowing wink.
see aTwsn,y pounds If You do as | wis
said my grandfather, sand broken h'
ind il You don't take your choice"
Oh 'aBut shure rm responsible Tor
lite honor,n said Red-waistcoat in an implt
Ivet tive tone, for re was we'll aware b
of Sigh, His hold upon man whose light
we'd word wouid have caused all the peasar
and on the codrse to have rescued him IN
for teeth Of an army. "I'm responsible
,ed. yer honor am if l was by any misiort'
,tle TO loose yer honor, I'd never be able
,uld face my employers again."
wan "You shall never take your grip ott
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