St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-06-26
A Race That Marks an Epoch
in the History Of the
Turf.
Haggin's Colt, Plotted by
Isaac Murphy. Smashest he
Worlds Record.
Tenny's Nose Tapped the
Throatlateh of the King Of
the Turf.

New YORK, June ga day of yell
low sunshine, almost without a cloud;
a day of soft West breezeS that tenn
pered the heat; day when water ruff
fles and wrinkles but does not wave;
time when trees are moving aloft with
out scorch of sun Oh the leaves; an oc-
caSion too warm for spirits but not
warm enough for ices; June day when
a worker indoors, though comfortable,
would yearn to clear out and go away
where there might be waters and
foliage and shadows-Such were the
conditions this afternoon down at
Sheepshead Bay race track, where the
great match race between Saliva
tor, the four-year-old son of
Prince Charlie and Salina, and
Tenny, the four-year-old son of
Rayon dor and Belle of haywood was
decided, and where Salvador was re-
turned the victor. And thousands of
men who work indoors and out, had
yearned and had gone down there by
the sea where the waters wrinkled
coolly; where there were big trees that
made great bloteheS of shadow, and
where the soft west breeZeS carressed
the back OF the grand stand while the
crowds famed and perSplred on the
benches the other side. Yes, women
too, hundreds and hundreds, came down
to see Garrison and his black colleague
Murphy ride good horse flesh for a
toothsome prize. Two or three books
opened Oh the race before the first
event, but there was not much Specula-
ton as betting men preferred to
Hold Off for Better Odds.
Only to 3 was offered on Salvador
and it was not until Jake ShipseY
stuck up IS to 100 aga inst Salvador that
they began to be interested. ShipSey'S
slate did not bear these figures long,
however, as a batch of five one hun
dred dollar bills were handed up and
he took the bet Still the figures re-
manned and the same man took $500
more. Then Shipsey concluded he was
getting III deep water and he hauled
down his flag. The big match was set
for AIS O'clock. AS soon as the win
ming numbers in the third race had
been hung up there was a rush for
the betting ring, and in few moments
the lawn was almost deserted. Betting
men and bookmakerS alike fought shy
of each other. The bookies posted up
8 to against Salvador and to Tenny,
and still the betting men held aloof
ten dollar bills, but the big investors
wouldn't bite. Finally an adventurous
bookie offered to 10 against Salvador.
That was all the Haggin party wanted,
and they fell OH the bookieS like hunks
of lead. The bookmakers held out for
a little while longer and then cut the
price to Is to 100. Tenny's price was
heightened to Is TO 10, and although no
big money went on the little swayback,
the bookies were chary of offering more
odds against him. Most of the Tenny
the bugle sounded for the post to 5
could be had all around the ring against
him. The best at hat time was 3 to
against Salvador, and
Barrels of Money
were poured on him at that price. In
the meantime the horses that were to
take part in the great race were getting
their preparation. Salvador was taken
on the track and with stable boy or
him was sent out for warming up
gallon. He looked in grand shape, and
the general verdict was that he was
fit to run for mans life. His sides
glistened under the rays of the sun,
and as he galloped past the grand
stand lie was greeted by loud ap-
plause. Tenny was not deserted by
his stable, and the public did not have
chance of inspecting him. When the
5ugle blew, the expectations OF the
crowd were raised to the highest
pitch. Raccgoers came down to see &
horse race, and their expectations were
more than realized. And as eacf
awaited the start and glanced at theil
cards they saw in the place Of fourth
event the following.
The Conditions: Match of $1,000 each
with $4,000 added by the club. to carry 2.
pounds, good track, the stewards to decide
mile and quarter-Salvator. 122, Murphy
straight. TO 3; place, out; Teneey, %
Garrison: straight, to 3; place, out.
The Way the Race Was Run.
As the pair canter upon the track
thousands of eyes follow the magnifi
cent animals. and the admirers of each
horse cheer them wildly. Grand speci
mems of horse flesh, they are, both OF
them, and their riders appear like part
of the animals, SO perfectly they are
fixed in their seats. Garrison, on Ten
ney. appears to be confident of win
ming, for he mods and smiles in a sat
iSfied way at some of his admirers who
chaff him. Murphy, like the sphynl
he is, looks neither to the
left or right as he gallops past the stand
but he wore do or die" expression or
his face. He smiles grimly as some
one shouts: mo grand stand finish to-
when it comes to fight" Now the
racers are at the spot. Mr.. Caldwell
with a bit of red bunting in his hand
is waiting impatiently for them to ge
on even terms, so that he may come il
for no share of condemnation from the
losers. He has not long to wait. There
is a sudden flash of color, and strip o.
red flashes perpendicularly through the
dusty air. They're off, comes in {
chorus from thousands of threats. anC
then deep silence enSueS as the noble
Tenny on the inside. 'Phew, hov
they are going" says Iooker-on. TIT
dusty track seems to fairly fly from un
der the horses so
Terrific Is the Speed.
Salvador is in front, and Murphy i
tuSt rating him along. Garrison keep
Tenny at the hindquarter of the Sub
urban winner, and watches his dusk.
rival with an anxious eye. Around tn
first turn they sweep in cloud of dust
and the same positions are kept Muir
ply is seen to urge Salvador as the,
enter the backstretch, and like tiasl
the long rangy chestnut opens up TIL
least bit of daylight between him an,
his SWdyeu-DdCkeu purSuor. LOOK
Salvador leave him." shout hundre,
enthusiastic Salvador partisans. mo
much" answer Tenny's admirers, a
Garrison lets out link, and resume
his position at Salvatore saddl
girth. The pace is getting hot
ter Faster and faster tn
swift racers travel and the far turn
reached, with the pair still running S
close and steady that blanket -woul
have covered them. Now the battl
royal is begun. The stable boys iinin
the fence on the turn can see the cracl
jockeys take firmer wrap on the rein
A grim look of determination settle o.
both their faces and they grasp thei
whips firmly In their hands. On and o.
they sweep. Neither shows any sign
of weakening yet. and the enthusiasm
of the spectators is aroused to boilin
over point. The spectators, men an
1VOman mount chairs and raiIinpc I