Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1879-09-27
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and Capt. Dykely to smblc their way to
the starting post. and mounting hack
which Grove had in readiness, cantered
across to bit Of rising ground near the
brook. where he could obtain nm excellent
view of at least three parts of 1.-THE coun-
try About the same time Widgeon,
Cipt. Dykelys man, was deep in an en-
d,avor to advise Superintendent Pompeat.
OF the Tho rniord constabulary. in the mat
ter Of the probable behavior of restless
multitude already gathered around the
two ends of the water-jump.
You see, Super. my governor. the
Capt'in, is nervous; and the nag he's
a-riding is nervous, SO if l. was you. Super
excuse my making SO bold-ld put
most Of my men by that there brook to
keep the crowd quiet
Thank you, my man." replied the
Superintendent, in freezing tones, 81
have completed my arrangements"
"Oh. have you, Mr.. Pompey-and-Cesar?'
rejOined Widgeon. in safe whisper. rs he
turned aside and left the lofty officer to his
own devic, s. Then III bet Il pound to
the shilling some of those boys there II
unmake 'em. Go along. old turnip-toes ;
keep that bull's-eye quiet. cant you?--
That's quite enough to make any huss
shy"
The remark is addressed to one of the
superintendent's most Jealous subordinates
IA young man new to the force-who is
acting tonight as though he considered the
plentiful production OF disturbing fireworks
part Of his duty. Widgeon takes front
place by the brook. Grove does likewise.
Behind them and group. three deep. OF
mere spectators, is Gustavus Whinridge, Il
prominent object in the silverand gray
landscape. as he stands motionless, waiting
for the shout that is to signal the start. 1t
comes ut last. "They are of - and the
Squire. his eye-sight made keenly tele-
scopic by the love he bears to his boy,
cranes forward hungrily, and. missing no
incident in the battle, begins in spirit to
ride the race himself. THAT will do,
Redgy, boy; that will do! Let him make
the running. Now then, wider. wider.
Redge! Keep away from his whip-hand.
How gloriously that son of mine rides. to
be sure-like IMAM! Now, then! CAPITAL.
capital! All. only just over, Redgy. The
next take of must be better judged than
that. or you will be spilled, TO certainty
Now they are out OF sight
The Squire knew every inch Of the cOun-
try over which the two horses were gallop-
Ing, therefore his guesses at what they were
doing, SO long rs they were in sight, were
curiously accurate. TO the other special
tors. Heckler. the Judge. and Hartbrook
perhaps, excepted the incidents of the
race were unsupported guess-work Of the
toughest description the grotesquely
shifting shadows which were cast by the
two horses rendered obtaining an exact
idea Of the precise position of the pair
matter Of impossibility.
Here they come'' shouted the Squire,
in strangled voice. Here they come,
and my boy is leading. Let him have it.
Redgy! Loose him, my dear child, loose
him! Good lad! lie is coming away like
= steam engine"'
As Applicant approached the brook tie
excitement Of the Squire became intensi-
hed. especially when he saw that Captain
Dykely was radidly lessening the gap be-
tween him and the Squire's horse. There
was only about u length and Il half of
moonlight between Applicant and Flue-
faker Is the former rose like Il bird over
the brook and landed in safety.
THANK God, that's over!' murmured
Whinridge but he spoke too soon The
youthful ornament Of the Thorntord con-
stabulary flashed his bull's-eye across the
path of the foremost horse. which SHE'D,
and then, terrified by the cheering of the
crowd. tore along in Il manner that beto-
kened An early dissolution of partnership
between him and his jockey.
In voice that was neither shout nor
ayell. but a frantic blending of both, Mr..
Wbinridge exclaimed:
"The horse has bolted! Out of the way
with you! Redgy. keep him straight, my
boy! Good lad, good la-ad. GOT
''How much did win by?" asked the
boy, family. as he opened his eyes in a
hushed apartment in the Whinridge Arms.
lie had not spoken since they picked him
up ard found that an arm was broken
"HOw much?''
His father. whose eyes were moist and
dim, and whose voice was quiet like
w0nan's. said:
Twenty lengths. was the Judges ver-
dict, Redgy-twenty lengths. And the cup
Is for you. my boy. And whenever you
think your father is getting out of bounds,
- you may think hereafter, show him that
goblet. and remind him of what he went
'sirough when it was Won by the light of
the n,OOu -7roeIp,,,e lf,uD