Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1890-09-18

principles, and Mr.. Keane does not
object to it as it enhances the advsn-
tages which he gains from his boyish
appearance. He did very we'll over the
Derby this year, and better still over
the Oaks-not to mention a minor race
on Derby day, in which his particular
friend. Dick Netherthong, owned the
winner. He was standing with Mr..
Netherthong after that race, watching
the winner being rubbed down, by the
shed at the bottom Of the paddock, when
he heard loud sneeze just behind him.
There must have been plenty Of sneezes
to be heard on EPSON downs last Derby
day; but this was very loud one, and
that mare of Netherthong's is such i'd
getty brute that, even with a race in
her, she upset the man who was putting
her clothes on, while her owner and
Mr. Greenwich Keane had to stop cal
culating their winnings and jump on one
side to avoid kick. Mr.. Keane swore
at the gentleman who had sneezed and
was now standing, blowing his nose Vo-
ciferously, few yards of. He turned
round with polite and CHEEKY apology,
having evidently no very definite idea
of why he was being cursed, and walked
away.
"Beggar's dropped his purse" said
Dick Netherthrong.
Dash him! let it lie!" said Keane;
then like good-natured fellow as he
really is, he ran after the stranger, and
with "Here, sir! you let this fall when
you took out your handkerchief" thrust
tho fat leather pocket-book into his
hand.
Good heavens!' said the man; ST am
exceedingly obliged" and he opened the
pocket-book and beg an fumbling in it.
"You are quite welcome" said
''Greeny" little stif1y. He had gone
down in covert coat and pot hat, and
he looked like a cross between a groom
and a drowned rat; but he did not like
it to be thought he wanted reward.
Tie stranger apologized for his mis-
take, bowed and walked rapidly away.
Wanted to give me flyer for my
trouble" said Keane to Netherthrong.
why the deuce did not you take is?"
answered his friend. A few minutes
later they were having a drink to-
gether to keep the wet out, when Mr..
Keane was touched upon the shoulder,
and turning around he saw that the
man with the pocket-book was there.
Excuse me, gentlemen" he said:
lone of you did me very great service
just now, and 1 insist on your having
a drink with me. 1 will take no re-
fusal."
1--WE were not going to refuse" muir
INJURED Netherthrong, in his dry way;
and then the cork popped, and q bottle
of champagne was called for by the
stranger.
There was more in that pocket-book
than 1 thought" he said presently to
Keane; land though 1 was wrong to
think of offering you money, L should
still like to make you some return"
my dear sir, l have drunk your
health" said Keane laughing, 'and
want no better return"
81 hope you have had good day"
81 have had an excellent day, so far"
''Well, can't put you on to a good
thing in racing, for I've lost on every
race; but if you think of spending any
part of your winnings on diamonds for
your wife, or any one else's, that is my
line of business and 1 may be able to
help YOU" Here is my card, with my
address-15O Halfmoon street. My bust
ness is in Hatton garden; but if you'll
drop me line and look in when you
arc going to your club I'll let you sec
any thing you want, and a thousand
pounds for stones at the price they cost
me will be better spent than the same
amount at Bond street jewelers.. l
tuy wholesale and in the rough chiefly;
but keep a lot cut and mounted as
we'll, as specimens.
Good business, hope; do you want
partner?" said Mr.. Keane, always on
the lookout for a chance.
well, don't know" said Mr.. Gled-
stane-that was the name on the card.
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