The south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1879-1883, 1879-09-23
I'll Take Harry Bassett."
now THE MAN FROM 'swEGo swAMpEp
THE BOYS AT BRIGHTON BEACH.
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Glow much Tor first, choice?"
shouted the pale faced 'pool-seller at
Brighton Beach last Wednesday.
':Six hundred" was the prompt
AMI cool bid from the owner of some
of the fectcst and strongest race horses
in this country
Which Que, sir?" inquired the
pool.seller.
"Warfeld."
''lIow much for second choice?"
continued the bookseller. We've
sold Warfeld for six hundred"
Zone hundred and forty" was the
highest bid. I
(Which one, sir?" y
"Ike Bonham,"
"Soven hundred and forty dollars
in the pool; we've sold Warfeld and
Ike Bodham. How much for third
choice?"
One hundred and forty" came
again on the last call from another
Sangulne thurman.
(Which one, sir?"
"Hattic F.
just then two men came out of the
door at the west end of the saloont
under tho grand stand, close to the
auction box. One of the men was
sleek, medium sized, ycllow-faced,
puffy checked, rather innocent looking
customer; still there was an obliquc
ray in his eye which said: "Old boy
count yourself in first every time"
z lie held programme of the races,
and seemed to be studying the entries
His companion was tall, rough
looking man, OF rural aspect, with
glitter in his steel blue eyes that be-
tokencd GOODNESS and courage. The
man with the programme brushed
against the auction box as he faced
the groups of the old sports, most OF
whom were eager to get in on War
field. They looked upon him as sure
TO win the race. No attention was
pad to the new corners.
eight hundred and eighty dollars
in the pool" shouted the auctioneer
in the box. "We've sold Warfcld,
Ike Bonham and Hattie f. How much
for fourth choice?"
"0ne hundred dollars, drawled the
puffy faced man ON the last call.
(Which one, sir?" inquired the
pool-seller.
an take Harry BaSsett," replied
Tie pufiy-faced man, this time in
{ clearv voice. f /
y The boys all heard him. Many of
them laughed. one old sport near the
strangers remarking. "Bassett's
been dead long time"
"Here he is on the programme"
said puffy face, pointing to a line and
placing the card before the old sports
eyes. ave heard he's a good one,
SO I'll so hundred on him.
. "That's the pedigree, man." replied
the old sport, looking at the stranger
half sympathy with his ignorance.
You'll find the horses what's going
to run in this race on the left side,
thar in big letters"
"Much obliged" said the stranger:
"You see, Pm from 'Swego; we
don't have no races there.
"Well, sir, which one?" inquired |
the auctioneer again, impatient at the
delay.
Quickly glancing at the programme
tho man from 'Swego drawled out,
"Mollie Mckinley"
Mine hundred and eighty dollars
in the pool, and we've sold Warfeld,
Ike Bonham, Hattie f., and Mollie
Mckinley. How much for fifth
choice?"
"One hundred" came as the last
bid from the old sport who had en-
lightened the stranger.
"What one, sir?"
"Janet Murray.
",len hundred and eighty dollars
in the pool" yelled the seller. "How
much for the field? We have little
Jim and Nipper left,"
The field was knocked down at $45.
eleven hundred and twenty-five
dollars in that pool; how much to start
the next?" shouted the auctioneer.
This and half a dozen other pools
sold at about the same rates, the man
from 'Swego buying Mollie MCKINLEY
every time.
Finally the second bell wang for the
horses to form for the start. Pool
selling stopped, and the boys all
rushed to the fence OH the quarter
stretch to see the race.
(Which is Mollie McGinley?" in
nocently inquired the man from
'Swego Of the old sport:
"Ye see that jockey with green
cap on?"
eyes"
"Well, he's on Mollie Mckinley"
"Jim said puffy face to his compan-
ion. "keep watch of that green cap,
The green cap came in ahead. The
nearest that Warfeld could get to it
was half length at the finish. The
man from 'Swego walked off with
satcbel full of money. IN
The question that puzzles the red
faced sports now is. "How the man
from 'Swego came to light on Mollie
Mckinley.