St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-07-31
A RANK OUTSIDER.
Rainier, Twenty to One Shot.
Wins the Race OF the Day.

The great event of yesterday was the
race for the Minneapolis stakes with
field of ten starters, and a thoroughbred
lot of youngsters they were. If ever
the fancy found it hard to pick winner
from bunch of stake winners and
maidens, they did in all truth when Sir
Abner. Cassidy's black colt led the way
from tue paddock for the string of tried
and untrled colts and fillieS against
which the talent had chosen him as their
champion. Siding down from the pad
dock gate at a fidgety gallop came Ida
Pickwick, the star of the Avondale
stable. McGuigan's bay colt Linlith-
gov came next with the redoubtable
Hollis up. shouldn't be surprised to
see Linlithgow take this, under Hollis"
remarked a thoughtful backer, who
had previously expressed conviction
that Hollis could win OH cart mare if
ne wanted the race. Chimes, the other
McGulgan colt, had number of friends
at the price offered. while gentleman
sport with any amount of money and
consummate nerve spread 500 bills all
over the books on Pomfret at odds of 12
to |. Then came the Montana stables
Rainier, magnificent rangy chestnut
colt-but then, who ever heard of Rain
ler? True, he was a well-bred colt, and
all OF that. but then no one knew any,
thing about him, and the odds against
him were 90 to l, SO Rainier didn't carry
such great deal of money. Talbot
Bros Brutus. handsome bay colt,
had good many fanciers at to
one. Marcus Daly's chestnut filly
Yolande carried considerable money at
odds of 8 to /. They went down to the
start in a bunch and spread out over
the first furlong of a mile as youngsters
will. After a good deal of whipping
and leading into position of the most
fractions they were caught all in line
and sent away we'll together. Sir Abner
jumped to the front, with the Pick
wickian damSel at his withers, Rainer,
the long shot of the bunch, third, and
Yolande last of all. The race was eleven
sixteenths OF mile, and Warwick, rec
Ognizing that this was no place for q
waiting race. rode Sir Abner from the
start. The black colt held his head to
the three-quarterS, with Ida Pick
wick close up all the way, and
only half length better than
Rainer. They were nearing the stretch
and silence hung over the stand. Now
they are at the turn, and as it is taken
the field came together in a bunch, with
less than three lengths between Sir
Abner and the tail ender. Williams is
whipping and Yolande is crawling up.
A murmur is heard from the betting
ring. 1t swells into roar as the crowd
in the stand catches the refrain, and the
name of the chestnut filly Yolande is
sent echoing on the wings of the breeze
which sweeps across the open to where
little Fink sits as still as statue on the
back of the Montana twO-year-old.
He smiles to himself as he feels Rain
ier's springy stride beneath him, and
recognizes that if Williams had ten
arms and as many whips, he couldn't
take GOlande first past the post. the
filly has run her race at the turn. The
others are all in the race though. andit
is no light task that young Fink has be-
fore him in Obeying the peremptory
order of his employer win this race il
you kill the colt" Now they are well
into the stretch. johnson gets up@in.
the leather, and the'swish of his whip as
it falls across .the5lEinking shoulders of
the bay filly can be Heard half way to
the stand. "Brutus, Brutus taxes IT."
yell the hackers of Talbot's colt
as Sloan calls on him for the
finish and sends himup to second place.
Little Warwick'S turn comes now. He
plies both whip and spur like small
fiend, and away goes Cassidy's colt like
a whirlwind, past Ida Pickwick and
away 10 the lead. "Sir Abner, Sir Alb
ner wins, the black wins in canter,''
roars the crowd, jumping as crowds in
variabIy do. to too hasty conclusions.
mot in thousand years." shrieks the
gray-bearded prophet of the press
stand. as Fink gives the first indica-
ton that he is alive. The chest
hoC ocil OF fxr
behind Sir Abner, whose race is finished.
They are half way down the stretch. all
so close together that tarpaulin would
cover the lot. Young Fink shakes a
reef out of the bride, swings his whip
over the chestnut's shoulders and spurs
him shoulder to flank at one sweep of.
his wiry legs. If the crowd had yelled
before it positively howled now. ''See
him come home will you; look at that
boy whip; Rainer wins. Raner In a
walk" shout a couple of hundred peo-
pie at once. Not exactly in walk, but
easily enough for all that. The
chestnut scarcely needed the whip
-iuststo understand what they wanted
of him was all. Away past third and
second. his fanks steaming with blood,
running neck and neck with Ida Pick
wick. Johnson the filly's rider. whips
furiously, but she cannot respond. Now
the colt has passed her two lengths
from the finish, and as he shoots past
the post with length to spare there is
scarcely man on the ground, whether
he had won or lost on the event, who
didn't feel that he had witnessed as
fine race as ever was run. The start
ing of this race was one of the features
of the meeting. Starter J. B Fergus
son stood patiently waiting for the
proper time to let them CO. and when
he did tap the drum they were in as
straight line as though each horse
stood abreast of fence. 1t was one
of the best starts ever given big field
of two-year-olds. and the race that fol-
lowed was worth going thousand
miles to see.
Summary: Third race, Minneapolis stakes
for two-year-olds; value to winner, 50 nos
net; distance eleven-sixteenths of a -
Montana stables ch C, Rainier, 105,
Avondale stables Ida Pickwick, lit.
W. L. Cassidy's br Sir Abner, lo5, War
Lone MleS Star stables ch Annie Brown III,
Inland Bros ch c Donatello, lis, Tom
Marcus ar'a Sd DAYS ch 1oIande io2, will
1aiIot aiis Bros Bruius, los, Sloan. 30
A. MeGuigan's b Linllthgow, lis.
W. R. Letchers blk Pompet los, Porter.
Time :0SSl.
Betting T Straight. Place.
Yolande - .......... -. 49,. 81 Even
Brutus .........-.... ........... q! q
Cnlmes... ...'..-..'........ 81 6o-i
Linlithgow ..................... 81 2-d
Al So