The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1890-08-06

Aussralis tossther. Regule naddun's
never vartsd n In the telling. He ~ no
~oducation.
sbsckies came 70 the Chsdputssr .
tumn races one ar,and biz owner waiked
putter generally, ill they went 70 The hon.
orasy secretary and said: "Appcint hand:
icappers, and arrange . race which shall
break Shackles and humble thep pride OF
his owner" The distr3cts rose against
Shackles and sent up Of their best: Or
ri. miiis I IL I s: e: Pspesrs. sbs 20 ss Ss aSss e s. 1a ed
by q cavalry regiment who knew how 70
train; Grinaalet, the eve lamb OF the 18th;
Bobolink. b pride OF Peshawar; n
They called that race the Broken-Link
Shackles and the h~andicappers piled ON
the weights, and the fund gave 800 rupees.
and the distance was ground the course
for all horses.n Shackles' owner said:
"You ran arrange the ace with regard 10
Shackles only. So long rs you don't bury
him under weieht-cloths, I don't mind"
in my mare 70 fret Ousel. Six f~urlongs Ia
Regula's distance, and she will then lie
down and die. So also will Ousel, for his
jockey doesn't understand q waiting
race" Now, this was q lie, for Regula
had been in work for two months at
Dehra, and her chances were good, al
ways supposinR that Shackles broke n
blood-vessel-or Brunt moved on him..
The ~plunging in the lotteries was fine.
They filled eight thou,and-rupee lot
teries IN The Broken-link handi-
cap, and he account in the
| divided" In plain English, the various
| contingents were wild on their respective
horses; for the handicappers had done
| their work well. The honorary secretary
shouted himself hoarse through the din;
and the smoke of the cheroots was like
the smoke, and the rafting Of the dice
boxes like the rattle, of small-arm fire..
Ten horses started-very level-and
| Regula Baddun's owner cantered out on
his hack to a place inside the circle OF the
course, where two bricks had been thrown.
He faced toward the brick.mounds at the
lower end OF the course and waited.
The story of the running In in the Pio-
neer. At he end of the first mile,
Shackles crept out of the ruck, well on
the outside, ready to get around the turn,
lay hold of the bit and spin up the straight
before the others knew he had got away.
Brunt was sitting still, perfectly happy,
listening to the drum, drum. drum" OF
the hoofs behind, and knowing that, in
about 20 strides, Schackles would draw
n deep breath and go up the last hall
mile like the "Flying Dutchman.'
As Shackles went short to take
the turn and came abreas'
above the noise of the wind in his ears. a
whining, wailing voice IN the offside,
saying-'God ha' mercy, I'm done for
In one stride, Brunt saw the whole seeth'
ing smash OF the MarlbyrnonR Plate be
fore him, started in his saddle and gave a
heels into Shackles' side, and the scream
hurt Shackles' feelings. He couldn't stoI
dead; but he put out his feet and slid
alone for fifty yards, and then, very grave
ly and judicially, bucked of Brunt-a
shaking, terror-stricken lump. while Reg
ula Baddun made a neck-and-neck race
with Bobolink up the straight, and won by
a short head-Petard a bad third
Shackles' owner, in the Stand. tried to
think that his fleld-elasses had gone
wrong. Regula Baddun's owner, waiting
by the two bricks gave n deep sigh oi
relief, and cantered Iback TO the stand
He had won, in lotteries and BETS about
fifteen thousand.
II was a B~roken-link Handicap with q
vengeance. II broke nearly all the mer
concerned, and nearly broke TIN
heart of Shackles' owner Tie went down
to interview Brunt. The boy lay. livit
and gasping with fright, where he hat
never seemed to strike him. All he knew
was that Whalley had ''called". him. thai
the ''calln was a warning; and, were hs
cut I'm two for IL, he would never get uT
again. His nerve had gone altogether
and he only asked his master to give hin
a good thrashing. and let him go. He
was fit for nothing, he said. He got hi'
dismissal, and crept up TO he paddock
white as chalk, with blue lips, his knees
giving way under him. People said mast,
things In the paddock; hut Brunt never
needed. He changed into tweeds. tool
his stick aud went down the road, still
shaking with fright, and muttering ovel
and over again:-'God ha' mercy, I'm
done forr' To the best OF my knowledg,
and belief he spoke the truth.
So now you know how the Broken-linl
you don't believe II. You would credi
anything about Russia's designs on India
or the recommendations of the currenc!
commission but q little bit of sober fac
Is more than you raj stand!-Rudydr'
Kipiing.