Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-06-12


which helped support the pavilion and the
equally wooden intelligence of one of those
men who advise newcomers professionally.
Sammy Began to Be Nervous.
As had taken charge Of all the money
proximity of the professional gentleman as
dangerous. When came back Sammy was
looking quite pale, partly from the effects
of the cigar which the professional adviser
was smoking and partly from nervousness
over his money. He yentured to suggest
that my sure thing might go wrong. There
upon facetious person who overheard him
remarked that my young friend was picking
up the business very fast.
It was now time for the first race to be
run, and We went out to see it. I saw it,
but Sammy got wedged In behind six
footer just as the horse started, and it was
all over before he could move. Then we
went back to the bookmakers and waited
another half hour or more.
I could see that my friend was not having
as good time as he might have had if I
had taken him to see the obelisk, so in
order to awaken his interest in the pro-
ceedings bet $40 of his money on the sec
ond race and lost it As this sum trenched
on our reserve we were obliged to get it
back, so by my advice we bet $40 on the
third race, and would have won if the pro-
cession had been moving the other way.
The fourth race was the handicap. As the
time for starting it approached, began to
be somewhat nervous myself In former
days had noticed that my money on q
horse would anchor him to the post more
securely than if he were tied to It with a
halter, thereby avoiding any danger of his
falling down in front of the others and get
ting stepped on, or in any other way inter-
fering with the successful running Of some
strange, new animal whom.nobody had ever
heard Of, and the bookmakers were inter-
ested in.
Got whipsawed ON Everything.
Well, my luck had not deserted me.
When the Brokedale started my horse was
headed SOU sou least, while the others were
pointing nor'-nor'-west, and by the time the
Jockey had turned him around there was
nothing in sight but dim and distant cloud
Of dust.
As we wandered away from the track I
told Samuel that the prize fight would be
ever SO much more fun, and besides knew
more about prize fighting, and could pick
winner if allowed two guesses, bar draw.
have noticed that many men when on their
way hcmeward from o race track develop a
spirit of frankness with themselves which
would be of great use to them if it were not
too beautiful to last.
We had some difficulty in finding the hall
where the prize fight was to be held, but at
last we were set upon the right track by
policeman who was going the other way.
We arrived about o'clock in q great hurry,
for the fight was announced to begin at that
honr. But at 10 o'clock it had not opened.
At II o'clock the master of ceremonies an
nounced that in half an hour the men would
take their places. But they didn't; it was
midnight when the men stepped into the
ring, and the Communipaw Terror began
new day well by partially closing the left
eve of the Hoboken Hurricane. then bet
$50 of my young friends money on the Ter
ror-and he never had a chance afterward.
They fought 81 rounds, the last 20 of which
were consumed in waiting for each other to
Quit Finally the Terror, unable to bear the
burden of my backing, fell down and ont.
The day was breaking and we were already
broke as we took our way homeward.
Samuel was silent and evidently thoughtful
At length his mental struggle found vent in
words.
"Howdy," said he, in sad, low voice, "is
this what you New Workers call good
time?" HOWARD FIELDING.