Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1890-01-15


fused, though my excitement grew NOR
and more intense. was little benin
as we rushed down the back stretch
then inch by inch Randall advanced I
the flanks Of the gray mare on his LEI
around the next pole without no change
every horse painting and steaming wit
tho effort. No whip or spur had touche
my beauty's side,J be was but little use
to either, and froAA Inc had never receiy
ed any urging but 81 stroke on the neol
with my open hand or few words of en-
couragement.
"Steady boy; steady, now," as w
neared the homo stretch on the frs
half. had been watching my opportu
nifty, and now as we rushed down to tn,
front of the stand, dextrously dropped
behind few PAGES, and wheeling Ran
dali across the fleeing flanks of the five
or six that had kept the leading pace
placed him at the pole length behind
the superb sorrel, Lady Rose, who had
kept her lead all the way round.
The race had but fairly begun; the last
half was to tell the tale; as we crossed
the wire not shout came from the
thousands Of throats that belonged to
the thousands of eyes that were riveted
upon tho flying horses. Fortunes and
honors hung on the result and probably
lives-who knew?
Again we were nearing the back
stretch, and still Randall was behind.
Would he fail; no it could not be. Bend
ing low in the saddle gently patted his
vein-covered neck
Now, Randall, nowl"
Instantly the intelligent animal re-
sponded to my voice. With leap after
leap-leaps that seemed to say: II will
not fail, )" he gained the side OF the sorrel
Another and another, and he was at her
neck. Now, the breath of his red nos.
trils hissed and struggled with the
breath from hers. Another leap and
his head was in the light. Then again
spoke:
Faster, Randall, faster!'
AS If understanding the very thoughts
that burned my brain, he redoubled his
efforts. Never spur, never n cut from
the whip, but only a few earnest words
and few light taps on the steaming
neck. turned in my saddle, and saw
flaming nostrils of the gray and the sor-
rel.
Faster, Randall, faster!"
Now we are clearly in the lead. Ran.
dall's tail is luttoring in the face of his
pursuer. The wire is only few yards
off. Will he fail? No, for the race is
ours.
But what will John Wharton say
yes, what will he say? What will the
people say? All! know what they will
say. l hear it already as burst of en-
thusiasm that wakes the echo of heaven
comes to me as we rush on by. Yes,
what will John Wharton say? What
will the people say-and what will little
Willie say rs he looks down from his
snowy perch above. Another outburst,
then stiffness as if of DEATH l saw no
more, heard no more, felt no more. All
is blank. What had happened? Had
we lost or was it the sympathy of the
happy for the unfortunate that made
the silence? I did not know; could
not understand.
When regained consciousness 1 was
in bed, with long row of others on
either side. There wos painful numb
ness in my arm and leg, or the place |
where those limbs should have been.
1t was hospital. The doctors told |
ne how l came there: John Wharton |
vas standing close to the railing when
We passed under the wire-Randall and |
on that great day. We had won; he
lad lost. With bound and an oath he
prang at Randalps head. That fright
ned him and caused him to fall. In an
Instant the other horses were upon us,
us beneath their iron feet.
: was picked up more dead than alive
and this empty sleeve and that crutch
ellis you why I am no longer Jockey.
And that was my revenge.-Adam Du-
ant, in Atlanta Constitution.