Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1894-12-25
Carol Handicap at mile and a quart
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Carol Haudicap NJ nile auu au"ste'
| Is about 20 begin.
For twenty minutes the midget Jockeys
| put their horses through a maze OF ma
| nocuvre, each intent on getting the best
| OF the start
Little Johnny DamIey. astride OF Glory,
evidently has no waiting orders. ana as
| breakaway after breakaway IL male, has
| his charge we'll up to the front. The
starter grows red with rage at the recall
citrant little rascals. the spectators
groan as Glory breaks away each time
| far In the lead and spells the start. and
| the trainers of the heavy-weighted horses
swear as they see their horses worn
down In fruitless efforts to get on to-
| gether.
At last all seven horses. well In line
and each In his stride. thunder down to-
wards the starter. who stands with up
| lifted flag. II looks like perfect start,
when little Damley in an instant shoots
Glory 10 the front. and roar OF disap-
pointment rolls No from the grandstand.
let 'em go at that" shout the trainers
In chorus. having little fear OF Glory.
| and like lightning the flag flashes down
and they're of, with Glory two lengths
in the lead and running to the rail, fol-
lowed by Hastings. the rest OF the field
we'll punched and close up. LOOK at
Gloryw shouts the throng, as the chest
nut horse passes the stand, having in
creased his lead TO three lengths. next
coming Tiffany. who passes Hastings.
Sandy Pendleton. the latter's jockey pull
ing his horse back in the bunch, as he
little fears Glory's burst OF speed.
Rounding the lower tuI rrilby. coming
through next TO the RAJ. makes up a
great deal OF ground. and, accompanied
by velvetine. the pair, as they turn into
the back stretch. have passed Hastings
and Tiffany, and at once set sail for
Glory. who Is being hustled along at
heart-breaking gait, and has four lengths
between him and his nearest pursuer.
They'll never catch him" shrieks
blonde beauty in siver-gray costume, as
she Jumps upon chair TO better see the
race.
powers. though II Is more than a half
n mile from "home" rides Tiffany as If
II were only furlong from the wire
The game colt outfoots Trilby and Vel
yetine. and with every ounce out wears
away Glorys lead TO two lengths.
All the while In serene confidence Sandy
Pendleton pilots Hastings up to Trilby's
heels Trilby, Tapped by Velvetine. Is
length behind Tiffany.
Damley has orders to win all the way or
die in the front. and as the upper turn
Is reached, feeling Glory running strong
under him, takes restraining wrap on
his reins, studying Carrington's colt for
the final run in" Tiffany runs up TO
the leaders TANKS. Singapore has been
improving his position, and is alongside
of Tiffany White Wings is struggling
along eight lengths in the rear-the tall
10 the kite As the horses swing into the
stretch Glory has the rail and leads by
half a length Velvetine has shot his
bolt, and falls back beaten, to join White
Wings. Triby is at Glory's saddle-skirts
Singapore is moving up strong alongside
Trilby Harrison, on the favorite, Hast
ings now Is about to move for the first
time. when he finds himself pocketed
behind Glory and between the rail on one
side, Trilby and Singapore on the other
With frenzied anxiety Harrison rides for
nearly a furlong. awaiting a break in
the forward file through which he may
force Hastings. Once squared away in
the stretch Damley, who fancies no tete
a tete In the run in, let's loose a link on
the Hallelujah colt as he sees Trilby's
handsome head rise and fall at his girth.
Singapore has plainly had enough of
II. and falls back inch by inch. HIS rider
with ceaseless persistence urging him
with heel and hand Hastings is still in
the pocket. the willy Harrison has called
in vain 70 1rllDy 10 pun out ana let MN
through, and the wire is less than fur
long off. Hastings has no other way
than to run around his field.
Harrison rushes him TO Singapore's right
on the outside. and sits down to ride the
race OF his life.
Little Damley turns in his saddle. hear
ing the swish OF Harrison's whip. and
sees the favorite coming like a wild horse
on the outside. 1t Is but n few yards
to the wire and Hastings is heaving down
on Glory. gaining at every jump. Har-
rIson IS plying steel and gut with the
fury OF demon, and royalty does the
bookmakers' colt respond TO the call
Glory has been going "the pace that
kills" and an ashen pallor comes to
Dameys face as he feels Carrington's
horse rolling and wabbling in his stride.
Hastings Is at Glory's saddle-skrts. now
at his shoulders. and Harrison is lifting
his mount with hand and knee. The
horses run locked 10 the wire, and IN the
last jump Glory staggers past the judges,
winner Of the Christmas Carol Handicap
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