Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1895-12-14

AAAAAN
Chip squares Up with chaIker.
ner or the scale room. discussing n fat
pork chop aud light slab OF light
bread that he had corraled Just pre-
viousiy AT the track Kitchen. Being
young In years, but old In trespasses
aud sin. Chips thoroughly understood
the drift Of the preceding conversation
which might seem enigmatIcal TO
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 10 get ready 10 ride the Irish
mare.
He replied merely. "Yesser." but
having worked his small black head
10 some purpose. In the interval. slid
on Immediately 10 his side partner.
Buttons. in the stable boss quarters
and ON the promise OF de hottest tin
what cher happened. secured that
youths connisance In stealing and
loading the magic dope syringe. I'm.
nedtately. when Buttons had craft.
~ instigaieh dog fight In front Of
the stables that brought every hosiler
out 20 see the fun. Chips slid into the
Irish mares stall and gave her swift
hut heavy shot az morphine just down
by tile big vein in the neck. where he
had often seen II 20 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 81 getting np the
scrap, the syringe was safe back I'm The
veterinary case and nobody the wiser
Buttons wept ostentailously and i'm
mcdiaicly went or and borrowed
enough TO play Mayuurnecn OH Ch,p's
recommendation. Meantime Chalker
and the colonel had discussed the pro-
liabilities. and were Jointly laying ont
the last stamp In their roll on Tucka.
muck. n dark ally of the westmore.
land string.
Things went very much according
70 programme. There was the endless
scuff Of feet In the betting ring as the
crowd edged back and forth In front
OF the hlnckbnards. 10 get the best
odds that were going. The bookIes
chalkcd M prices with one hand and
rubbed them out with the other, and
the sheet writer's behind the rail figur-
cd indusiriously. Bets were made i'm
monosyllahles MS 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 arel You've got seven
horses TO beat Lady lea, Lady Lea
against the ficld,"
The Irish mare had not been in Il
tn suddenly Cannogan. the coloners
righthand man. came In on run
from the paddock. and clawing his way
through the crowd showed roll OF
bills under Chalker's nose. and de.
manded In hoarse. mysterious whis-
per. Gimme twenty-five OF Mavour-
neenr'
whats up. Canny' quericd a boy
about town in fiannels and carnation
In his buttonholc. He liked TO call the
FOUNDERS by their nlcknames and i'm
agine he stood In with them.
why. she's got tn dope. Lead pipe
cinch at n hundred 10 one. Don't give
Il away" was the excited reply In
stage whisper that everybody could
hear.
Thanks, old felt" said the boy about
town. guess I'll take a flyer on that
myself" And he did. So did half
dozen others, and Chalker began 10
look surprised, which he wasn't. and
back the odds down.
There was quite a wave of excite
mcnt and everybody commenced to
play Mavourneen. while the money
was showed at Chalker faster than he
could take II. He kept judiciously
backing the odds down TO 90, to 60. TO
80. aud the crowd got frantic for fear
of not getting onto n good thing while
II was going ON. Not one In hundred
knew where the tip came from. but
they thought Il must be hot because
everybody else did. and Chalker look
ed like old Hutch In a wheat furry.
Even Crackers. the genius of the
lunch stand, stopped shaking lemon
ade. and old Abe came out of the tele.
graph office I'm his shirt sleeves to
watch the excitement.
"Wot's upT' inquired Whitley.
.Hot thing on the Irish mare" was
the reply.
Anything In 1T"
NAV; got 'em hypnotized, that's
allr'
The whirr of the electric bell cut
short the betting with the odds down
to 10 TO and the crowd crazy to get
Il, Mr. Chalker ran his fingers hur-
rledly through mis- hair and heaved
satisfied, sure-thing sigh as he looked
at the long greens in his tin box.