Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1896-11-21

20 be all together, but as they near Tat
tenhan: corner the favorite begins to
rccl ahead. look for Don Pero-he is
EcarIy last The corner is turned with
Windcrmere we'll i'll front.
The fa.crite wins!'' 1.-THE favorite
rcmps hopc!" is the cry ON all hands.
But what is that steadily creeping up
Oh the outsider AS live it is Don Pero!
Don Pero will not be shaken off, and he
gradually bears the leader down, down,
as they near home.
1t is doubtful to tell from where we
are standing which horse has won, but
it appears to be the favorite, although
Don Pcro was extremely close up. At
length the numbers appear on the tele-
graph board: 16-24-4.
could hardly believe my eyes. Six
teen is Don Pero's number, "a Winder-
mere's and 4 that of another outsider.
There was deadly silence all around.
No enthusiasm, no shouting. no jubila-
tion of any kind. Blank despair is
plainly written on the majority of faces
near me. Then one of my colleagues
turned to me:
"What does it mean, Goody? You
are evidently in the know.
at means, said, determined to
have my revenge upon them, 'that if
you want to get a correct tip you must
come to me-" and with that parting
shot fastened to the paddock, where l
saw Dixey surrounded by a crowd of in
quiring sportsmen.
"Thanks very much for the wire, old
man. said in the course of the con-
versation.
"Wire:" he replied, with look of
surprise OH his face. "What wire?"
"Why, you wired me that your horse
would VIM
"What on earth are you talking
about, Goody? never wired to you"
"Well, I've got the wire here"
said as l felt in my pocket for it. But
twas not there. Isearched each pocket,
but in vain. l must have left it at the
office. Dixey began to laugh.
"How do you think l should have
tipped such an outsider if 1 had not
heard from you?" 1 asked him, almost
angrily.
"Hush! Not so loud" said Dixey,
looking round i'll half frightened man
ncr. "You fancy l wired to you. Quite
a mistake, assure you. l intended to
do so, but | thought that it would be no
good. That's all, Goody, really"
saw it all. Dixey had sent the tele-
gram and didn't want anybody to know
that he had done so. All right 1 would
keep his secret.
When l returned to town, I went
straight to the Office. looked every
where, but could find no trace of the
telegram.
rang for Simmons. AS he entered l
said:
Simmons, have you seen the tele-
gram that you brought me this morn
ing?"
Telegram, sir? I never brought you
a telegram.
1 could hardly believe my ears. There
was mistake somewhere But gave
it up as Il bad job and went off to the
club. Everybody there was most enthu-
siastic and congratulatory. After we
had settled down in the smoking room
l told the boys the whole story.
They We're rather incredulous at first,
until Jimmy Berners burst out, II tell
you what it is, Goody, old chap, it's Il
clear case of telepathy."
But had the telegram, said
"You fancied you did, - was his re-
ply. "That's part of the business. You
were thinking of Dixey. Dixey was
thinking Of you. Dixey thought he
would send you a wire. You thought
yon received it. That's all. ="
And that is the true story of how l
received my ''telepathic tip. "-Ex-
change