The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-09-11

among those present. They were stand
ing near the finish, when a farmer. who
had just bet all his money, regretted that
he had not put up his watch. at cost
me $780, he said, but I'd have put II
against $50 had l thought in time. WIN
any one bet S35 on Brandon against it,"
Il will,' said Mrs Dye, though she
had to borrow the money to cover the
watch. And then some one else was heard
wishing for a chance to bet a moderate
sum. Mrs. Dye started to borrow more
money, when her girl interrupted her,
and covered the bet by stripping off a
breastpin she had worn and putting a
finger ring with It.
These are instances of the way the bet
ting ran, and not very extraordinary in
stances either. There were dozens of men
who bet all the personal property they
could get to the ground, while more than
200 are said to have bet more than they
could afford to lose.
Finally a connection at the upper out
skirts of the crowd took voice in a roar
that annunced the coming of the runners.
But it was a short-lived roar. The ex>
element was too intense for noise, and
a GREATNESS stiffness settled over the
throng.
A few moments passed, during which
the runners consulted with their trainers,
and one of the Brandons worked his way
to place a the finish line where Clara
was to end the race. Then the men faced
the line and the starter. with a big re-
volver above his head fired a blank car
fridge into the air.
At the sound of the cartridge Brandon
fled down the course. but Clark glanced
over his shoulder with a nervous mo-
ton before he got away. The delay of
this motion was fatal Brandon crossed
the finish line hands down, ten feet in the
lead Then both Brandon and Clark dis
appeared in the crowd.
For a fun minute the great throng
stood dazed and absolutely silent. There
was not even a whisper to be heard any
where, Then, here and there, one and
another turned to go away, without a
word, and these were followed by those
near by, until everybody had left the
mesa and was trooping back to town.
AS they walked along they found their
tongues, but even then their talk was
but murmur They had stood 900 to l
against the Brandons, but the Brandons
had won almost everything in sight ex-
cept the real estate. 1t was a condition
of affairs that would have silenced even
a populist.
But when at last they reached the
] town and ranged up before the bars to
seek such consolation as alcoholic drinks
might afford they began to talk and to
think and the more they did this the
better they understood the fact that
Clark had thrown the race. 1t began
from that moment to be a right ugly
and dangerous crowd. Sullivan, who had
lost the band of 800 horses, was the first
to talk about killing anybody. He said
Clark ought to be killed. and then he
loosened the two big revolvers he car
ried in his belt But the talk of killing
came too late, for all that had been fore
SEEN Two handy rigs were in waiting
when the race was over, and the horses
carried the runners away in such hurry
that they galloped all the way to Rex
burg, beginning as soon as the lay of the
land hid them from the mob.
Sullivan and some others followed.
Sullivan was for a time deprived of his
revolvers BY the sheriff, but he got them
again on promising to keep the peace.
Then he FASTENED to Rexpurg to find
Clark 1t was the worst thing he could
have done. While searching for the man
he wanted TO kill, a deputy sheriff, am
bilious to make a name, came along
and got the drop on him. The officer de-
manded Sullivan's revolvers, and, not
getting them, instantly fired two bull
let's through Sullivan's head. killing him
instantly. That ended all efforts to find
and kin Clark. tk
What became Of CLARK after he left Rex
burg no one who knows will tell, and he
said nothing about throwing the race to
the driver, who carried him cut of St.