Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1892-07-14
Democratic Northwest.
He WON.
BY EMERITUS.


adorakon pictured On human face,
it is or his
Harold Graham, The speaker, laugh
ed softly, and turned to his compan-
ion, stately brunette, with flashing
black ewes, and crimson lip, Margaret
Cameron, whom he had known since
childhood, seated by hls side in a
gaunty 'iagcart. clad in rich black
silk and lace, with yellow roses
in her hair and at her snowy throat.
.Ah,' said Madge, carlessly turning
her bright face in the direction indi.
Gated.
Which one? and who is be ador-
ingY innocensy.
1As if yer don't know2 Madge
Cameron. I'm afraid you are a sad
firt.'
Il deny the charge said Miss
Cameron, sweet,g, 4 really do not
know
Graham looked at the beautiful
woman, with somewhat more than
glance of admiration. why that little
whipper.snapper over yonder, the
blonde jockey in blue and whiteP
We'll, he's dainty lettle fellow,
and as clean cut in limbs as his horse,
but Pm afraid he'll not come IN first
today. The animal he holds looks
worn out, and, scanning the face of
the jockey keenly, with her dark eyes,
he looks weary himself
Gravesend was crouded to-day with
life. Every seat was taken. Groups of
men were gathered here and there
Gay turnouts, laden with beautiful
women daintlly clad, were paramount.
Some were accompanied by escorts
others braver or bolder held
their own ribbons with jeweled
hands.
Music crashed, flags waved, there
was chattering and laughing, birds
sang, the sun shone brightly, and the
perfume of hothouse blooms hoated
out upon the mild spring air, from
the many rare blossoms worn upon
the bosoms or carried in the well
gloved hands of matron and maid.
The bright toilets of the ladies, with
the varying hues of ribbons, to.
gether with the flutter of fans, for
the day was an unusually warm one,
made rare picture against the more
somber maseqlin attire, with the blue
sky above the green hills in the dis
lance.
On the faces of the rneE and women
who held stakes on their 'favorlles.
were the expressions of hope, expect.
ancy, assurance and enxiety.
Gloom of the deepest dye was seen
upon others who had 'staked' their all
and lost!
Betting still ran high, friends were
lost and made, and the last race was
yet to be won.
Madge Cameron had her favorite,
Nero, the jet black stallion, who paved
and champed his bits, and strove to
free himself from Ned Black, his
Jockeys OBTAINING hand. He was
growing impatient to be off.
Charger was the worp-out horse
held bv tn. Jockey in blue and white.
He was long bouy animal, white,
with sleepy looking eyes, a torlorn
droop of the head, standing in the
most abject attitude. Apparently
racing was nothing to him.
.Madge, Miss Cameron said Harold
Graham, suddenly; although you
came merely to look on, and are not
a betting woman, take bet with me.
The blonde jockey IN blue and
white, Guy stoddard, looked up quick
", and an eager expression fitted
over his face.
Madge Cameron paused a moment
before she replied:
Il will not wager for money, she
said, and just then she caught the
blonde Jockeys blue eyes locking full
into hers with an expression she could
hardly define.
With the least appearance Of em-
barrassment the jockey flushed and
turned away. He could not fail to
hear every word of the conversation
of these two, unless carried on in
low whisper, which 1t was not, al
though neither intended it for Guy
Stoddard's ears.
you say you think the black horse
Nero will win, and l am of the same
opinion-in fact, feel sure of it; but
as it is the last race, and will be 'on' in
a few moments, just for the fun there
is in it I'll take the white horse and
bet against you. Is it 'go?'
what are the condtions? asked
Miss Cameron.
Harold Graham pondered a mo-
ment.
Il have it, with a gay laugh,
'Madge, leaning toward her, his
voice low but very distlnct-and Guy
Stoddard heard every word-it Nero
wins the race you will give me the
privilege of asking you certain
question before sleep tonight 81
know he will, mentality, but il
Charger wins, you will propose to the
blonde jockey. This Is leap year,
you know, and I'd swear the fellew is
in love with you, and he comes from
good family and is really gooc
fellow
Without a moments hesitation
Miss Cameron accepted the wager anc