The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-09-17

Stake Event - Then Nobody
Backed Him Exccpt "a Stranger,
who Won $500 on 81 Beta
Great Kicker.
wEEHAWKEN, N. J., Sept. IA
horse with long legs and an ugly eye
was trying to kick the dashboard off a
milk wagon The old man in the milk
wagon stepped out, sat on stone along
side the road lit his pipe, and remark
ed:
kick away dang yer, kick away! Yer
kicked the lining out Of Snyders pocket
book, we've kicked away the front OF that
there Vaughn twice, and, b'gee, yer can
kick yer dang hoofs away If yer want
ter, but we've got yer work cut out fer
yer, and bgee, we've got to do 1t.
Undaunted by the mans remarks, the
horse continued to send his heels against
the dashboard. About once out of three
times he landed, but when he did the
cracking and splintering of wood follow
ed, and an almost Imperceptible CLEAN
of satisfaction came into the creatures
eyes. AT least, the stranger on the other
side of the road thought So and 1t oc-
CURED to him at the same time that
this was no fool horse.
Mice time ter show your heels amt
it?" continued the old man, in tone of
utter disgust. Fer five whole years yer
kept EN- low enough, didn't yer? Don't
look at me like that, yer dang fool, cause
yer know I'm tellin' yer the truth. Nice
career for one of your blood draggin'
milk Vaughn. Aintcher ashamed of yer
self"
1t was at this point in the monologue
that the stranger crossed the road, and,
mere for the purpose of investigating the
horses character than anything else, sug-
gested that the milkman give him a lift
up the hill. The milkman thought it over
moment, and then said:
Afraid of gettin run away with?"
''Oh, no."
''kin yer wait fer this kickin' match ter
git over?"
why, certainly I'm in no hurry at
all"
"All right, then. OF course, amt say
in Srendall will skin out with US, be he's
liable to any time and if he does it's
hair-raisin'."
What do you call him?"
'Spendalls his name. The most Won
derfu! horse you ever seen. Got a pedi-
gree every bit as good as this Charconac,
which won the big race the other day,
but-now don't laugh, cause I amt fool
in. Wait a bit now the old galoot's
through kickin'. Jump in and I'll tell
yer about the wasted career of a horse,
this horse right here, what's draggin' this
milk waggin'."
THE STORY OF sPENDALL
Spendall, relieved of his surplus energy,
crawled slowly up the hill. The old man
kept a cautious eye on him for the first
fifty yards or so, and then, satisfied that
all was well, loosened the rein and turned
to the stranger
Ter my mind the fastest runnin' horse
l ever seen, and the LATEST lout, too, was
Tea Tray. Well, Spendall here don't
come from the same stock as Tea Tray,
but he's got all of that old woman's
tricks in him. Know Frank Snyder? No?
Well, that's your loss. Frank, he used
to make books at the Gut. What is the
Gut? Say; did yer ever hear this sayin:
'HOnesty's the best policy Of course
yer did. Well, just as we'll known here
abouts used to be: They're off at the
Guti'
1.-THE Gut is Guttenburg race track, up
the road a bit. Frank Snyder used to
Ter at fggers you never seen. Say, he
could round his book-but hold on, you
don't care about that. What I'm gettin'
at is this: Frank Snyder, he got stuck
on them long hind legs on Spendall there's
when that nag was yearlin', and he
bought him for $1,000 He put him in a
good stable and next year he put him
in a maiden race at the Gut. Oh, say,
he was a fine lookin' colt. Franks roll
was upward of $4,000 in those days, and
as Spendall was just breakin' watches
and burnin' up the track in trials he
quietly lays a couple of thousand on the
colt, holds him out in his own book and
waits.
absolutely last! yessir and the rank
est last you ever seen. A full ten lengths
back of a dirty mouse-colored brute that
was born for the pillow. Snyder just fell
off his box. 1t was awful, awful! Whoa,
there! See that. [ believe that he knows
I'm tellin' his shame
'Well, sir, there amt no use my goin'
into the details of the next four years. At
6 years, when people forget a thorough
bred's age and the programme just re-
fers to him as aged Spendall here was
still a maiden and Snyder was broke. I
guess he, keyed this here nag up to the
winnin' form hundred times, but he just
quit every time. An every time Frank
got a fat roll down, and every time he
Frank got him, and Frank oughter have
seen his finish in the very name of, the
skate
RUIN FOR BOOKMAKER SNYDER
''My milk route was over Union Hill
and Gutenberg way then, same as tbs
now, and one day Frank came ter me,
aleadin' SpendalI by a halter. Take
him, Ike he said, an put him to the
Vaughn. He's yours. I don't believe in
hpa ISIS thI1t
of course a refractory animal must be
subdued. And, Ike, If yer have occa,
sion to punish him, larrup hell outer
him
81 kept Spendail fer a month an he
dang near eat me oughter house and
home. Gee! never seen a horse could
eat so much. l jest couldn't stand his
appetite, so I took him back ter Frank
an told him he could keep his old run
ners. Amt I never goin' ter get rid
of you, Spendall? says Frank You've
broke me, darn your hide, an now yer
come up like a ghost ter haunt me-
Frank sent him the county fair route
and he came back a maiden. Then he
swore he'd run him to death. Previous
to this he always got him in the selling
races, but one day all Guttenburg was
laughin' ter see Spendalls name in the
entries Of a stake race 1t was the
joke Of the season at the Gut, and the
laugh was bigger yet when Frank chalks
up 80 to agin' his own horse A BAN
term cuss down the line puts up 100 to
l, and not to be done, Frank chalks
Spendall $50 to 1 on his own book, and
he fddlin along on the shoestring that
Spendall had left him. The ring was
having a lot of fun out of 1t, when alone
comes a RUDE and shoves a 50 note up
at Frank, sayin': Give me some of that
Spendall.'
=" 'Whatp gasned SNYDER