Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1893-09-02
AFTER THE STARTER.
A ogATHeED SCENE DESCRIBED g,
LOUIS HARRISON.

He Was . Dying Race Track Tout
and Hs Imagined 10 Had "a Copper
Lined Cinoh" to Play on the Track
That hay aud No rime to Lose.
have hesitated about giving to print
the following true story oil deathbed
sSssaa which occurred in this city had
the description directly from the doctor
In attendance He has lately left New
| York to continue his profession else,
where, and am constrained to tell the
| story as he described it. suppressing all
names
The snow and sleet dashed through
the death chilling atmosphere in wild
waves The wind moaned dirge
among the telegraph wires a solitary
hackman. driven from his seat 10y the
warning elements, had ensconced him
self inside his mournful looking vehicle
and tapped upon the frost covered glass
to attract the attention Of belated night
owls Winter in its cruelest phase was
upon us. In a dingy looking house on
Thirtieth street young man weak and
emaciated tossed restlessly upon bed
He was a race track tout. and the great
mental strain he had been subjected TO
for years IN naming sure winners had
left him an absolute wreck His sunken
cheeks. his eyes ablaze with fever and
his corpselike pallor all denoted that he
had but few short hours To live A
professional nurse, with that cold, hos.
pital stretcher expression they all pos
sess. sat in corner Of the darkeued
figuring how the undertaken would man.
age to get the coffin around that narrow
turn in the stairs
The doctor had been summoned. and
when he rang the bell the tout waved
his bouy arms aloft and shrieked
They're off Tenny in a walk T-uny
gets all the money. and Salvador won't
be Que. two. sixl''
THg TouT's cIScH
He fell back on the bed exhausted as
the doctor entered the room The ply
sician removed his greatcoat aud the
nurse shook the rain and snow from IL.
Doctor, this is a dreadful night /
suppose you are wet through
The tout regained consciousness and
muttered; THE track will be heavy to
morrow. and I've got copper riveied
lead pipe, copyrighted, air tight cinch
firenZe in the mud-she swims in it.
She can make the pace SO hot that the
track will be dry before she does the
first quarter.
The doctor approached the bed, and
touching the patients pulse said. How
do you feelT"
well, I'll tell you. he replied, "jusi
how feel about this The Dryers sta.
BILE is next to ours, and they tell me
everything. Phil told me this morning
that Blackjack would win in n horrible
canter. You see. the party that owns
him wants to make hogkilling, and
no one knows that he's out for the dust :"
Turning TO the nurse the doctor in.
quired, "Have you notified his friends OF
his condition. The tout started up and
yelled; "Of course | have. | want to
let 'em all in on the ground foor Why
/ it's little sure money | saw him tried
at daylight this morning He made the
first quarter in 0:2li, the second in O7,i
and the third was SO fast that ii broke
my stop watch and loosened three Of
my teeth How can he lose it? Why,
it's just like falling through the roof Of
a mint"
The doctor looked very serious and
said, He will be dead in an hour"
LOST BY a BREATH.
'Oh, no. he won't. the tout sneered
There's not dead one in the hunt. II
any Of 'em We're stiff I'd know it, Itell
| you. Blackjack is full of Tabasco sauce,
and he'll leave all them other plugs at
the post Why shouldn't her Do you
know his pedigreel Blackjack is out Of
Dark Lantern. by Blackwell's island
and he's born cracker.
The doctor felt his pulse again and
sighed, 81 can do no more: ! must be
/ going" The tout caught his arm and
/ drawing his head down close TO the pil.
/ low, whispered After the Blackjack
race meet me in the paddock IF you
/ win I've got to give fifty dollars to the
trainer, twenty-five to the Jockey and
twenty to the stable boys. I'll put what )
+ left on the next race. aud If the horse
WINS, you're in on it So meet me in the
| PauuoSh anu " thHn 1DAI TICKET.
The doctor took the dying mans hand
and said, My poor boy, are you pre-
pared TO meet the Great Judgey' The
tout gasped. II don't want to meet the
judge; the man I'm after is the starter. :
The physician pressed his attenuated
hand, and as the moisture gathered IN
his sympathetic eyes, said. Now turn
your face to the wall. my boy. and go 70
sleep" II will. the tout muttered
"I'll get next to the rail. so that when
turn the corner they cant foul me
Here's telegram just Received from
the owner. There's 80 to lon Black Jack
get il quick before they cut II down
I'll win
But he didn't He quit in the stretch
aud lost by breath. Louis Harrison in
New York Advertiser.
The Sparrow. Bath.
Have you ever noticed the pugnaciouI