Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1891-12-12
An UNDECIDED EVENT.
A Race Track Boy Gets Rather Mined In .
Sunday School.

Sunday school
Prom the Cincinnati Commercial oszettsA
Say, pardy," observed skinny Billy 10 Sam
TsttersAll, a. he plated his horses name and
gave him q parting wipe with the brush, II was
10 Sunday school"
't9it outr'
'Yss, vaa"
'Nixyr'
Bet ye Averr'
Take it Show yer papers, sonny. or come
up tn stand an explain" continued Sam,
with sturdy disbelief
Things was shut Sunday, You ketch, 20 I
was out exercisin' the trotters before feed time
when ups and sees . big room full Of spankin'
poorly gals, reg lar thoroughbred butes. all .
singin like fun. That's us. says !. an in
goes What's the price? asks Of the Teller on
the door. .Nothink.' says he; shes as free a.
air That's rs again. says l. an Just then an
ole duck with . white choker and mournin'
clothes on came . amblin' back tn door,
nnds place for me in q book an says, Sing,
brother. So sings 1 fell down hard on the
words. so l jest la-la-laed. 'Twasn't Q bad
song, but wasn't stuck on the speed action Of
sne ga at the organette. Says TO the ole
shut ont somer these fine days
"Oh, no. guess not says he, she kin git
service
"'Humph = says I; this is the fall meet I'm
a-huntin' with both hind feet Places where
they amt no shut-outs is skarce'
HE looks at me juberously an asks: Young
man. who's yer teacher ole Bob Dillingham;,
saws l. with Anstelger's stud Oh says he,
still more juberously; what class are you in2'
What CLASP says /. 1 didn't say. coz yer
didnt ask. I'm in the 2:ls trot with Benny
Boy for ]. Doohan, an in the free-for-all- best
two-in-three-mile-heats on Baby Q. for p. Do
lohan.'
"A race riderr the ole Teller gasps. dead
wind-broken. Heavens! to think of one SO
young fallin' down TO Belialr 'Belialr says I,
1 don know him. Whose stables he in? Bet
We flyer I'm game stay in so longs my
mounts got a leg left. an il il comes & fallin'
down, ole cock. says /, gimme q good start
with the bunch and bet We yer horse Beliai'l II
be tn one that falls down on the racer
Don't become so levity, young man. says
he, frownin'. 1T pains me { see We a follower
OF mammon.' 'Mammong remarks Z don't
know none OF your mounts pardner. Guess he
must be one OF the Californy horses entered for
the sweepstakes. But Z follerin' him. says
1, III bet We a case note il the Baby's in any
kind of shape an we get q square send of we II
neck him at the quarter pole and show clean
daylight before his nose at the string
=, He sorter heaved fer breath a minute, an
then he whispers, awful solemn, Young man.
error in my weight says /. An error? No. sir,
guess not. pulls ninety-five an quarter
when hits the pigskin, exact Wait hollers
he. Wait, young man. Weight whispers L.
Not much, 1 don't weight any more. Wot do
ye take me fora hat rack fer handicaps? I'm
carryin eight pounds now in the two-year-old
DO ye want me { bus my horses back with
lead sinkers?'
HE gifts purple in III face. though logged il
could see what was rattlin' him. You mis-
understand me, he says. You are too fast.
Too fast!' ejackylates l. I've got orders
t shove tn Baby: 1 never pulled a race;
an bet we show the field KILN pace from
start to finishr
The ole duck seemed all tangled up, an
wriggled fit to kill. He looks at me an groans
Oh, that should live { see the day. Young
man, you are on the track to perdition.
Humph says l. Which is this here perditlon
track a kite shape, oval, or straight-away
stretch?
He looks at me as il I'd shot his grand
father with restaraw pie. an come at me agin.
Layln aside this unseemly caviling, says he, is
this the record that you seek to leave when you
die! II he'd known Dolohan stable. he d
known 1 amt ridin' fer no record only for
theNtuff; but didn't want { make him seem
too Ignorant, SO chips in. Record Did We
say record? How do you like Sunol? Bet you
flyer, ole boss Sunol can't down Maud s. e
time under tn same identickle circumstances
track an all! But he just looked at me sor-
rowful enough to give me a SPAWN, an sighed,
Alas! guess you are unregenerater
M winch! says L; out Just then the organ
begun cut IN ahead Of me, an / riz up quick,
remarkin': Whoa, pardner, here's where we
MARBLE some more! Wen trot off that heat
after the music But when looked around
again he was gone, an a Teller alongside the
door said he chased himself down the cellar
most remarkably sudden He seemed to mean
well enough, but, Lord love We, Sam, he
couldn't talk horse to quarter-stretch badge.
1 spose he's too busy follerin' the Sunday
school circuit"
Likely as not" assented Sam.
And you owe me flyer. See?"