Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1880-03-24
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with the logic of suffering and necessity
So the the bargain was made, Jamie's
face was washed, and he stepped into the
buggy and drove Off with the trainer.
Half an hour later he was weighed In
the stables, and presented to Mr.. Ire
maine as the jockey who should ride La
Purcelle to victory.
g Eighty-seven pounds" said Mr..
Tremaine; +" that is two pounds more
than the regulations require for three
year-olds. But we'll have the weight all
right. He'll do"
The bright pretty boy at once became
a prime favorite with Miss Mai. She
laughed at his slang until he dropped the
use of it, encouraged him to read and
study, and stilted up his ambition, till
the coming races became to him, as to
her, matter of vital interest.
She entered heart and soul into the
prospective triumphs of La Purcelle, and
had laughingly declared that no one
should excel her rider in appearance.
Her dainty fingers, then, had fashioned
the suit in which Jamie was now ap-
pareled. He had dressed at the house,
and Miss Mails little fingers hadadiusted
the ribbons and put on finishing touches
ere she had stepped into the carriage, and
driven off with her mamma and two young
"We have concluded to drive out on
the track, Jamie, and see the races from
the carriage" had been her parting
words. "See, here are the blue ribbons
must present to the victorious horse at
the home stretch Remember, it would
break my heart should be called on to
fasten them to the headstall of any but
La Purcelle." And Miss Mai, his queen
of love and beauty, had actually kissed
him. All, well, he could die for that
kiss!
The Gay had been like day of fairy
land. After exercising La Purcelle in
morning, he had dined atthe great house,
and been served from silver dishes, and
eaten off plates from which were painted
beautiful clusters of fruit and groups of
flowers.
"You mustn't get your neck broken,
you monkey you" cried Mr.. Tremaine,
suddenly breaking In on his reverie, and
playfully chucking him under the chin.
+" No danger of breaking neck that
was born to wear arope round it, " laugh
ed jamie ta1-t p .'.
"What will the boys say, Jamie, to
you?"
They'll envy me-" replied the boy,
complacently stroking his gay attire, Gas
much Joseph's brethren did his coat of
many colors, and wished they dared roll
me into mud-hole. ''iaa .-
"Well, well, there is some difference
In toilet made in fair lady's dressing
room and those of the stables. Jump
out with you-here we are p
jamie quickly vanished, and the gen
tlemen LETT the carriage to mingle in the
crowd.
The seats were already filed, and the
entire scene was one of the utmost gay
ETY.. The first race was to be a handi-
horses were now brought on to the track,
aud their appearance was greeted by the
crowd with excited murmurs of a6mira-
ton. First came the favorite of the day,
"Bold Pioneer, 'apowerful six-year old,
by a jockey weighing 40,
wearing orange and green. Last of all
came La Plrcelle, mounted by her little
blue Jockey, his head bent in serious at
tention as he listened to the last earnest
Instructions of the trainer.
There was no end of laughing and
chatting; up went opera glasses, fans
were waved. Ladies gay1y exchanged
bets with their cavaliers of smoking
caps, slippers or cigars against bouquets,
bonbons, gloves OF other trihes dear to
femininity, going by whim and fancy
oftener than probability. More anxious
gamesters registered heavier stakes, too
much engrossed by their risks to enjoy
the occasion in the ight-hearted fashion
of their fair neighbours. GRE .a!
At the first attempt the flag fell to a
glorious start, Rowdy, four-year -old
gelding, being the first to pass the
string, while the others were well up, and
La Purcelle formed the rear guard. AS
they rounded the turn, Bold Pioneer shot
to the front. aas
So far, following the trainers direc-
tons, Little Blue Jockey had by no
means permitted La Purcelle to show
her full speed; but as they neared the
upper turn the beautiful little creature
struck out with a speed that was simply
an arrow from the tight
drawn bow-shot past all other COMPETE
tors, easily about to pass Bold Pioneer,
and the race virtually won, as all could
see at glance, when-Oh Heaven, what
a sight! Bold Pioneer and La Purcelle
were both down, kicking and struggling.
The green and orange jockey, having
sprung to his feet, was rubbing his shins
and shaking off dust while the little blue
jockey lay under the cruel feet of the
horse. ar2
The scene was one of terror. A cry of
horror burst from the afrighted crowd;
ladies even tainted. The horses were
stopped, and their riders gazed back with
curious, awful eyes at the little blue
jockey who did not STIR In moment
Brack Turner sprang forward, caught
the child up in his strong arms, and car
ried him out. Tostil the excitement, he
almost Immediately reappeared to an
nounce that the little jockey was not
much hurt, but frightened, and receiving
all needful attention from a skillful sur
geon who had offered his services. He
also announced that the races would con-