The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1857-09-24

II dropping courscr. faint and slow,
All feebly ioamiug went"
Baytown races were. over. Toni Thorn.
tons horse had started. bu, had been beaten.
almost without a struggle. The Jockey
was instructed TO pull him up, when he
found that he was beaten, and he promptly
did SO. This result. fulfilling tue predic.
ton OF the Ensign, and humLl;ng Tom
Thornton, pulled up the former even to a
more exirayagant degree than before.
1t was. the evening after Mr. Dobson's
retura from the faces, that he called upon
tue worthy miller at his own house. The
sub .;.otial gentleman 10 whom Mr. Dobson
addressed himself upon entering the room,
received his visitor with Il sort OF growing
toIeration, according very well with his per.
sonaI appearance and present occupation.
Abont the age Of fifty, of tall and heavy
buiia. with thick, beelling eyebrows, and {.
bulldog sort Of expression about IlIe mouth.
MIR. Philip Henley looked exactly like a
miller who '.cared for nobody, no, not he!"
Attifed IN shabby suit Of pepper-and.salt
colofed cloth, and low crowned white hat.
he sai, smoking q pipe, IN large has.bot.
TONED chair, from which he did not rise
when Mr.. Dobson entered The miller
prded himself upon being n plain spoken
mama he considered man Of his "weirli,.
oi'netai --.or he was worth fifty thousand
pound>--had a right TO be. AT this oar.
tcniaS Juncture he was inclined TO be ex.
ceedingiy plain spoken, for he was in no
amab!e humor. Miss Henley was looking
out OF the window, aud Miss DoIson was
hdeethng uneasily in chair by her side,
mt as great distance from the amiable mil
Ter as she could conveniently get.
81 understand, Mr.. Henley, that Old
Thornton has lost above thousand pounds
upon this race" said Dobson.
"More fool he" said the miller, senten-
tously.
Undoubtedly. There never was such
lnfatuation as they have been the victims
OF. After the repeated warnings | gave TO
the young fellow, it was ridiculous pre-.
sumption for them TO suppose their horse
could possibly win."
The miller turned a stern eye upon Dob
son, took deep draught Of his ale. knock
ed the ashes out of his pipe, reflled it, and
went on smoking without reply.
VI consider that those who lost upon that
race are perfect unmitigated fools, sir"
said Dobson.
What The devil doe mean by that!r
cried the miller, wish surly scowI. lin
cursed, II didn't back that horse inyself."
u am misunderstood, sir; entirely mis-
understood. i mean those who owned the
horse and trained him, and had every on
portunity of knowing what he was. The
way in which they have deceived others
and induced them TO bet by misrepreseu.
tailons, Is as shameful as their own foolish
confidence was deplorable. wish could
acquit the young farmer OF blame" said
Dobson, with side look at the belle.
"You llnowed this boss wouldn't win.
hey2'
E That was my decided opinion, often ex.
pressed, sir" SAID Dobson, with much com
placence.
"Wby didn't g express it to me."
81 did not think yon were a betting man.
sir"
ii bent, siE but they got me to lay This
time. Told me was sure 10 win. rot ,emlp
''Is it possble!" said Dobson, with an en-.
deavor at sympathy.
"Had | supposed that designing per-
sons were misleading one whom so great.
ly respect, should have interposed, sir; |
should have spoken; these shameful machi
nations would have been defeated"
at was my uncle who told father tliat
the horse was sure to win" said Miss Hen.
ley, with some displeasure.
"And Tom Thornton as WE'LL" said the
miller, with snarl
III he did, he was mistaken, fa,her aud
that's all He would knowingly deceive no |
one, much less you, lie may have been