The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-11-27

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he had quite a bundle of hves with him.
What DO I get on my horse?' he asked
the first bookie he struck.
THE layer grinned, for he knew there
were eight or ten good ones in the race,
three or four of them quoted around even
money
I've got IS to hung up about him. and
all you want Of It,, said the bookle, You
car write your own. ticket, in fact
Hundred TO /? asked the seedy man.
"'Why, sure replied the boolSmaller. And
he took out s. of the owners money at
100 to 1.
Just out of curiosity I followed the
seedy man in his tour of the books and
I saw him put down $40 in IS bets on his
horse to win at 100 TO l. 1t struck me
then that there was to be something done
on the seedy mans horse. But l wasn't
Gaping the booklets game, and I've got
a fad for minding my own business, any
how, and so kept off the race and went
into the stand to watch it. l had a bunch
to play the seedy mans horse for a good
wad. but / reflected that if l got on and
the good thing went through the boolxies
'ud be suspicious about such a well-known
player as I was being in on it, and in
the investigation the seedy man might be
cut out, and didn't want to knock him
But l surely was q whole lot interested in
the way that race was to come out
Il took good look at the seedy mans
horse as they fled past the stand to the
post. He looked much better and pretty
nippy at that for such a rancid outsider
The same boy that had ridden the horse
in his first race at Alexander Island and
landed him nowhere was up. 1t was a
mile race.
THE favorite. a horse called Walcott-i
to on i'm the betting-got off on the right
foot with jump and started to tiptoe the
field. At the quarter he led by three
lengths, with the second choice, a good
outlaw named Halcyon, beginning to set
sail for him. The rest of The field of thir-
teen were all strung out, the seedy mans
horse way in the ruck. But l kept my
glasses on that horse all the way, and
could see that at,7the half he was under
the DEVILS own pull. The boy had half
a dozen wraps on him and felt then, even
If the favorte was still a good four
good lengths in the lead. and going easily
that there was but one horse in the race
and that horse the seedy man S. 1t was
a watermelon just opening, but l suppose
I was the only man at the track that hap
pened to have got next to the game The
judges didn't observe, of course, that the
seedy owners horse was under twenty
wraps. for they looked upon him as a
dead one and paid no attention to his run
ming.
cat the far turn Walcott the favorite
was still three or four lengths In front
Halcyon, the No. choice, having fallen
back, beaten out. They were all in a
bunch behind the leader, and all going
mighty well at the head of the stretch
All the time l had my glass focused on
the horse belonging to the shabby man.
Walcott seemed to be just galloping, 3 S
GaV or ha of sfr oh NIB
saw the jockey suddenly sit down on the
shabby mans horse and start to ride
a-horseback. 1t was pretty 1 ten you
to see that old 6-year-o.d hop out after
the galloping favorte and chase him down
the stretch. The old horse, without q bit
of whipping or spurring-the boy had sim.
ply given him his, head-pumped up like
an express. engine, and the favorite was
taken out of his gallop and extended, I'M
der whip and spur, before they were half
way down the stretch, Passing the stand,
Walcott and the seedytman's horse Were
nose-and-nose, the latter gaining at every
jump. Walcott was beaten a head on the
wire by the rank outsider in a pretty fin
ish.
THE stewards had the seedy man in the
stand Immediately and then called the boy
up. Il was an astonishing reversal of
form, and action seemed to be called for
He SSSly man story was straight, how
ever. He had given his horse a half pint
of whisky before the race and he sup
posed that was responsible for the win.
Doping horses went all right at Alexan-
der and so the stewards couldn't kick
about that. The stewards touched upon
the ringer question: but the seedy man
was such a simple kind of duck, and his
story was so connected about past owners
of his two horses, and their lifelong ca
reers on the outlaw tracks that the stew
ards finally declared the race all hunk and
the bets stood
Il saw a shabby man cash HIS $1,000
worth Of 100 to l tickets He didn't gloat
any over the bookies who had grinned in
his teeth before the race-just collected
his money quietly saying: Wen, l had
a chance, didn't ~ The boolsies were
confident that the seedy man had mighty
valuable pair of ringers on his staff, and
that one Of them mad just won the mile
race in the beautiful, finely drawn nose
finish, but they couldn't WEIGH on their
bets. With his $1,000 the seedy man took
his string of two away the next day.
Il ran across him last summer at the
st. Louis Far Grounds racing. He was
no longer a seedy man. He was covered
with gig lamps, and he had 1t in every
pocket. Said 10 him:
Dye remember that neat 100 to thing
you pulled off in Washington a few years