The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-04-12

There was a good deal Of a sensation
out at the race track the other day, says
the san Francisco Examiner, when the
news reached there OF The death Of BObbie
Kline. the plucky little jockey whose
horse had fallen upon him. His late
companions spoke in subdued tones and
mounted their horses with faces that
showed a new appreciation of the mutabil-
ity of life in the pigskin.
But another kind Of sensation was pro-
duced when the riders of the two hot
favorites in the steeplechase fell of, and
that race was won by the veriest dOg-the
longest shot on the board. The bewilder-
ment OF the judges was not lessened by
observing that the riders Of the other
horses. and even the two dismounted
boys wore a singularly resigned and con-
tented expression as they came to be
weighed IN.
There's a job here. certain. - said the
presidiHg judge to his colleagues, only
how they could all be in itsO as to let that
skate RelampagO win bothers me"
Let's bring the youngest kid Of the lot
in here and bulldoze Il oat-of him., said
the experienced Col. Chinn. Now. them
said ne hercely when the boy selected
had been cOrraled, before we fine you
500 and rule you out for life, out with
1t. Who paid you boys for this pulp
Nobody, sir. Hope ter der said the
boy, earnestly.
None of that, now. We know all about
It; and finally by dnit of cFoss-question-
ing the boy became tangled. broke down
and began to cry.
1T was Kinne's benefit" he sc5bed.
had a meeting down in Royal Flush's
stall, and we greed ter chip in and make
a stake ter send him home, and a wad to
his pore mother. We an was game ter
stand In. We couldn't leave Bobbie at
the post, nohow."
"H-m-m" coughed his inquisitors.
We 'cided to take fall outen the book
les. as we didn't have enough stuff. We
knowed this ere Rampager couldn't beat
a street car, and he'd be about 40 to ],
so we picked him to win. Clancy and
lid ~
Forks, and der Lark, and / says to 'em,
But we can't get near you fellers, and
you'll have to pull so YOU'LL get set down
for life We kin fall off, can't we?' SEE
Flynn. You'll break your necks,' SEE l.
ALI right SEE he, 4 don't care, Just so
we wins out Kline. so we greed 10 give
them two the inside and not jump behind
but how about you fellows?" asked
Judge Rowe.
We'll, Their rest NV us was to give Page
a clear track, and on the run in ter bore
In. swerve and bump each other, and all
that, yer know"
Well have to rule you all off," said
Mr. Trevathen, solemnly.
Don't yer do it, gents. don't yer do it, .
sobbed the boy. Il never rode crooked
before, but we jes' couldn't help it. Their
kummittee put in the whole pot on Page,
and the tickets is hid IN Flush's feed
box. You can see ON for yourselves.
Don't make no kick. Mister Judges, I'm
a long ways from home, an l got meth
er. meself, an, looking up with a tear
full smile-"an' mebbe you gents have,
too; Don't do nothin'. please. Mister
Judges, let it so as 1t lays"
The burly Col. Jack coughed, Mr.. Trev-
athen blew his nose vigorously, while
Judge Rowe carefully inspected the dis
tant park landscape.
Its a singular thing" said the latter,
in a soft, medltative voice, how difficult
1t IS to actually prove that race has been
fixed, even when the presumption Is very
strong, and-er-I think-perhaps, gentle
men, 1t had better so as Il lays, eh?''
And It went.