The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1895-10-10
ChfD~ Squares Up With Chall<er.

Chfp~ Squares Up With Chall<er.
ner Of the scale room, discussing a fat
pork chop and light slab Of light
bread that he had corraled just pre-
viously at the track KITCHEN. Being
young in years, but old in trespasses
and sin, Chips thoroughly understood
the drift Of the preceding. conversation
which might seem enigmatical to a
novice. Not being supposed to be on
the inside of the DEAL he discreetly
rolled under the house as the two gen.
tlemen separated, and appeared duly
surprised and elated when the colonel
called him up an hour later and told
him to get ready to ride the Irish
mare.
He replied merely, "Yesser,'' but
having worked his small black head
to some purpose, in the interval. slid
off Immediately to his side partner,
Buttons, in the stable boss quarters,
and on the promise of ode hottest tip
what cher happened,' secured that
youths cOnnivanCe in stealing and
loading the magic dope syringe I'M
mediately, when Buttons had crafti-
ly instigated a dog fight in front of
the stables that brought every hostler
out to see the fun, Chips slid into the
Irish mares stall and gave her a swift
but heavy shot of morphine just down
by the big vein in the neck, where he
had often seen it go before BY the
time the Waterbury dog had chewed
the last remnant of left ear off his
rival from the Coup. de- grace stables,
and the stable boss had kicked But
tons on suspicion Of getting up the
scrap, the syringe was safe back in the
veterinary case and nobody the wiser.
Buttons wept ostentatiously and i'm
mediately went off and borrowed
enough to play Mayourneen on Chips
recommendation. Meantime Chalker
and the colonel had discussed the pro-
liabilities. and were jointly laying out
the last stamp in their roll on Tucka
muck. a dark filly of the Westmore-
land string.
Things went very much according
to programme. There was the endless
scuff Of feet in the betting ring as the
crowd edged back and forth in front
of the blackboards, to get the best
odds that were going. The bookies
chalked up prices with one hand and
rubbed them out with the other, and
the sheet writer's behind the rail figur-
ed industriously. Bets We're made in
monosyllables as the talent found the
nerve and the coin, and now and then
, some impatient layer of odds across
the ring would sing out new Odds
Here you are! You've got seven
horses to beat Lady Lea! Lady Lea
, against the field"
. The Irish mare had not been in it
t till suddenly Cannogan, the coloners
, righthand man, came in on a run
: from the paddock, and clawing his way
through the crowd, showed a roll of
,. bills under Chalkers nose, and de-
manded in hoarse, mysterious whis-
. per, Gimme twenty-five Of Mavour-
neenv' 49,. -
whats up, Camp aueried how
: about town in fannels and carnation
, in his buttonhole. He liked to call the
r FOUNDERS by their nicknames and i'm
, agine he stood in with them.
why, she's got tn dope Lead pipe
cinch at hundred to one. Don't give
it away!' was the excited reply in a
stage whisper that everybody could
hear. =: 49,.
i Thanks, old fel"' said the boy about
town, "guess I'll take flyer on that
myself" And he did. So did half a
dozen others, and Chalker began to
look surprised, which he wasn't, and
back the odds down. 80
There was quite wave of excite
. ment and everybody commenced to
play Mayourneen, while the money
was showed at Chalker faster than he
could take it. He kept judiciously
backing the odds down to IS, to 60, to
SO, and the crowd got frantic for fea1
/ of not getting onto good thing while
it was going on. Not one in a hundred
knew where the tip came from, but
they thought it must be hot because
everybody else did, and Chalker look
ed like old Hutch in a wheat furry
Even Crackers, the genius of the
s lunch stand, stopped shaking lemon
s ade, and old Abe came out of the tele
t. graph office in his shirt sleeves tt
!. watch the excitement.
p "Wot's up"' inquired Whitley.
S "Hot thing on the Irish mare" was
e the reply.
o Anything in it?"
Q Nav; got 'em hypnotized, that.
p II Il (,
r The whirr of the electric bell GU
J. short the betting with the odds dow1
e to 10 to aud the crowd crazy to ge
d it. Mr.. Chalker ran his fingers hur
d riedly through mis- hair and heaved
d satisfied, sure-thing sigh as he looked
at the long greens in his tin box