Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1895-10-11
HOW HE LOST THE RACE,
pHAyE ACT or A JOCKEY SAVES
CuILD's LIFE.
pathetic story Of the Turf-"AII Bots
on settler Declared on"-N"ta
cent Lost.

is following close behind, third
from the pole. The wire is ter
sibly near Whoever wins will
win by a short head.
Suddenly something happens.
A nurse-girl with her escort down
close by the fence has become too
deeply Interested, and her little
charge has toddled out upon the
track and stands piteously help.
less right i'll the path Of the fly
ing racers. Billy sees it all in
an instant-the mortified express
sion on the nurse girls face and
dazed look # the little fodder on
the track ahead. He can guide
Setter around her, he thinks,
but nothing can save the baby
from the rushing "tield' behind.
What can he do? A single false
move and the race is lost. 1t
won't be his fault if the child is
crushed, anyway, and to win the
race means so much. But some
way, something in the appealing
face of the baby makes him think
of the little sister asleep III the
tiny English churchyard so Tar
away over the water, and he cant
help it-he must do something.
But what
Like flash he remembers a
picture he once saw of brave
hussar who snatched a child from
in front of a flying regiment
of horse. After the Wild West
show was on the other side, all
the lads about the stables had
practiced for weeks picking up
articles from the ground by drop
ping over the horses' sides, and
he had been the best of them all
but this was so vastly different.
He knew he would fail, but he
must try, With one hard pull on
the reins he drops them, and with
a cry to Settler he slips his left
foot through the stirrup and draws
the slender iron 'up to his knee,
kicks his other foot clear and
throws himself wildly to the right,
straight down over the horses
side. There he hangs, by one
knee. head down, his arms out
stretched and his little body
swinging wildly against the racers
side at every bound.
Setter falters in her pace and
drops back. With wild sweep
of his arms Billy clasps the little
form close and lifts the baby clear
of the ground as the horses hurl
by. The strain is terrible one,
and he can only drag himself up a
little way. His leg is almost
broken by the sharp stirrup. He
can only bend himself up as far
as possible, close his eyes and
hold tight. He hears the wild
shouts from the crowds as David
sweeps by, a winner On they go
for it seems a mill hut in reality
only a dozen rods. Settler
slackeus and stops. A dozen
stable boys are springing 1T her
head. Someone snatches the
baby from his arms, and Billy
drops drown and steals hurriedly
away to quiet corner of the
stables. 1t has all come over him
now. SeltHer has lost. His
dreamsof making a name for him.
self are gone. Mr.. Burnett will
never allow him to ride again.
His head is whirling vet. He
feels deathly SICK. Everything
looks black, and he wishes he
were dead.
Sinking down on the straw, he
buries his face and sobs as though
his faithful little heart would
break.
We'll, young MANI"
1t is Mr., Burnett.
Billy does not look up. I'm
sorry l lost the race, sir" he
sobs. 81 couldn't 'elp it, you
know, sir. She'd "a been killed,
sir-the baby"
"Well, | should say she would.
And how in heavens name it hap
pened that you weren't beats me. p"
Pm sorry, sir, | didn't win"
"Eh? What2-didn't win? Why,
boy, I'd rather have my jockey
do that thing than have my horses
win a dozen races-yes, a hun
dred," adds young Mr.. Burnett,
after computing the matter more
carefully.
but the money, sir, wot's been