Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-07-11


sion agents in the West End. Further
more, SIR. Patch knew all about Mr.. Blake.
But that was merely detail in the view
Of the last-nalned individual
Without q moments hesitation Blake
put the letter in his pocket, and was about
TO 80, when sudden thought seemed not
only 70 strike but to please him. Opening
the door slightly which his cousin had
few seconds before slammed in his face, he
said: "Good-by, Hubert! To show there's
no ill-feeling on my part, you shall have
my tip free gratis for nothing. The favorite
is as sure to win the Derby as your comb
inc your hair now know all about the
trial, and he can't be beaten. Never mind
about the short price; lisa dead certainty.
Ia tap
The other made no reply, and Mr.. Blake
took his departure and strOlled to cafe in
Regent street, where he occasionally lunch
ed. Presently rather gentlemanly look
ING Young fellow Joined him, and the two
were soon engaged in earnest conversation
A close observer might have noticed that
the older of the pair was endeayoring to
persuade the younger TO do something that
seemed to go again the grain. BY degrees,
however, the stronger influence OF the for
mer appeared to predominant, and the lat
ter aequiesced. The compact, whatever 1t
might be, was clinched oyera pint OF cham
paSne, and the two eonspirators left the
restaurant together.
A scene of wild excitement was wisness-
ed on EPSON Downs day or two after the
events above recorded, such rs those VINO
beheld it are never likely to forget. At the
bell the favorite, Laburnum, came out IN
resolute fashion next the rails, and his
sanguine hackers shouted his name TILL
they were hoarSe. "a hundred to one on
the favorite! Lombard street to q China
oranger' When. suddenly, another ami
NAL seemed, rs it were, to drop from the
clouds on the stand-side, and IN two sec
onds more had reached the favorite's quar-
ters Ii is still a race! Plungers hold
their breath in mute establishment, and not
10 per cent of the vast throng know what
II is that carries the little boy, riding like
a demon. in black. Twenty yards from
home the two horses heads are level, and
appear TO be locked together. The Judges
box is reached, but no one knows how 1t
has ended, 50 close has been the struggle.
All ewes are fixed in breathless silence on
the spot where the number will be hOisted.
Laburnum's is 8. At last man Is seen
behind the frame with figure on a square
board held sideways. 1t may be either
nine or six. The pulse almost ceases to
beat in those agonizing seconds. Six II Is!
} A wild howl of delight from the ring; hats
thrown in the air, fight of half-dazed
pigeons in all directions, a sea OF sad and
speechless faces in the stand; such were
| the surroundings that greeted the outsider,
| Lancaster, as he returned to weigh IN, the
winner of the Derby.
/ And what sight Fleet street presented
Mt the same timel Thousands OF half
starved, unwashed, and grim-visaged
/ wretches, intermingled here and there with
more decent-lOOking mortalS, are congre-
gated in front of the office of n sporting pa
per, anxiOusly awaiting the notice that
may be stuck up in the window at any mo-
ment. What hopes and fears, what cher
/ iShed dreams of temporary ahuence DO
\ their eOuntenaneeS convey! In VAN one
/ or two policemen 20 through the form OF
requesting the crowd to move on. Not
bit of it! There they are, and there
/ they'll stay till the best or worst Is known
Here it comes at last, Lancaster l, Labur-
mum , Dainty Flower 3. Won by short
\ head. Chagrin is depicted on nearly every
brow. But there is one man in that motley
erowd-a dark. ed-faced man, with sunken
ewes and a look of "better days gone by
about him, TO whom the result appears emf
neptly satisfactory. One loud "hOoray"
bursts from his lips, and then, rs If sud
denly recalling sense Of dignity he re-
sumes his wonted ealmneSs and walks away.
cope you've 'ad good win, guv'nOr, "
remarks a dirty bystander, anxious to
profit by the occasion. Remember old
/ Jack. YOUR homo, dor' But the appeal is
unheard or UNDECIDED. So far so good, Mr..
Granville Blake! Ike Johnson's tip was
not bod one!
On the following Saturday as the duke
of Acorn was vending his way to the club
to lunch, he ran against Mr.. Patch, the
commission agent in Piccadilly.
Morning, Patch" said his grace.
what sort of week have you had?'
'Oh, $3.50, your grace, replied the
other. THE gentlemen have had cracker,
and fear a good many of them won
even try to settle. But your young friend
knew something and no mistake. He's
the largest winner I've heard of over the
Derbyr'
s'Myyoung friendn exclaimed the duke,
in amazement; Ito whom do you reter?"
why, Mr.. Hubert Pultney, to be sure,
your grace! He brought me letter OF IN
PRODUCTION from you, and put monkey
ON Lancaster on the morning of the race.
| shall have the pleasure of paying him
the nice little sum of twenty thou on
Monday neXtp
! We'll. you do surprise me, Patch! I'm
glad to her of his good fortune; but it's
deuced strange thing, for | saw him at the
club last night, and he never said word
about it. However, I'll pull his leg when
| see him. Good morning.
One of the first persons the duke met ut
the club was Pultney himself. Halo,
NV young buck! You're a nice sort Of
chap" began his ariStoeratic patron.
you've kept your win pretty dark. You
ought to be an ambassador, with all your
diplomacy But might have told me, at
any Tate!'
The puzzled expression which Pultney,S
eountenance betrayed was abundant evi-
denee that all this was Greek to him, and
/ he said so.
! Il hadn't farthing on the race, my dear
/ Acorn! The fact is did think OF having
! a big dash on the favOrite; it seemed such
a moral. hardened my heart, however,
and resolved to risk only cool thou. ;
but yOu know I'm not much in with the
betting fraternity, and | couldn't lind
your letter of introduction to Patch high
or low though hunted for it everywhere.
So the end of it was l did nothing, and
precious thankful | am as it turned out. In
fact feel rs if l had Won thousand
pounds"
At first the duke thought his friend was
romancing, but the outspoSen way in which
the assurance was offered satisfied him that
Pultney was in earnest; but how to recon-
ellie his statement with that just made IN
all seriousness by Patch, passed his grace $
comprehension. \ few moments renee
ton convinced him that his own letter OF
;rtro3nction had fallen into some unprinci-