The morning news., 1899-06-07
A HORSES FORTUNE.
WILLED TO HIM By HIS GRATEFUL
OWNERS.


Thomas Raymond for His Favorite
Racer.
From the New York Mail and Express.
What a funny little horse, Toni
''Well. he is rather wobbly, but he's all
right just the same, and thoroughbred to
the tip of his tail"
And they laughed at the awkward little
creature, but handled him gently. ana
petted him more than would have been
| good for him if he hadn't been born with
an angelic disposition. And he grew big
and strong and beautiful, and one day
they put the harness on him. and he
thought it was new game invented for
his amusement, and was willfully naugh-
! ty. until they taught him how to play it
scientifically, and then he liked it, and by
and by when the yellow-wheeled sulky
was brought out his big eyes would sparkle
and his long neck arch itself like a bow,
| while his restless feet would fairly dance
| in his eagerness 10 get away and make
| that rubber-tired vehicle. look like a yell
| low streak down the long level stretch
of road And when he came back 10 the
| big comfortable stall. she was always
waiting with his lump of sugar. and
| sometimes she husged him and called him
a beauty, and the Boy who waited on
him rubbed his satiny coat until il shone,
and only laughed when he threw himself
| into the straw and rolled over and got
himself dirty, like the naughty baby he
was. On, those We're happy days-there
wasn't a wish ungratified for him.
"a Sure winner"
Then, one never-to- be-forgotten day
they swathed his legs in long bandages,
! fastened his blanket on him, and She came
| and patted his silky neck. He was nerv-
Gus and excited, and the Boy turned cart
wheels and wriggled about in his clothes
and said over and over: "Why, he's a
dead sure winner-he can't fail!' ana
both the others said stouty: "Of course,
notr' And then they took him to the cars
| and that he didn't like. He wasn't afraid
of them-not he-he wasn't afraid of any
thing-but he didn't like that noise. and
| the odor wasn't agreeable, and his stall
was so little and cramped-but the Boy
| got in with him and they talked it over
| together and by and by-he didn't know
! how long they had been, but it seemed
I an eternity-they got out and He was
| there to meet them, and they went to
| great big place where there were a lot
! of men and he was put in stall and al
| lowed to roll about, and She came and
brought his sugar and he felt that it was
all right, although he knew it wasn't
| home.
Sightseeing.
They had brought the yellow sulky, and
| he had two or three runs with it and saw
! lots of horses with swarms of men around
| them, and he wondered why they didn't
| pay any attention TO him-he was used to
| so much Of 1t that ii rather astonished
him. He didn't know that he was just
an unknown yearling, who in the eyes of
the racing world hadn't a ghost of show
to come in anywhere except at the tail end
| of the string-end If he had known, he
wouldn't have understood or cared.
| Then came the afternoon when She
! kissed him. My what a time he had! The
| Boy had almost rubbed his coat off he
| had brushed him so, and the old sulky
| was brought around looking like new, and
| He came in a yellow SILK cap and helped
| the boy put the harness on and get him
ready-and, by and by, he was on the
| big, level track and came down before a
| great high building where surely all the
people in the world were packed-and they
| were looking al him and yelling like mad
| There We're other horses, driven by men
| in bright colored silk caps, and they got
| in his wayne wished they wouldn't, be-
cause he felt like going-he didn't want
! to stand still. Then they were lined up
and a great quiet fell on the crowd-three
| four times they got away, but were called
back-then-they were off!
Getting Inspired.
How those people yelled. He didn't like
| the dust those horses were finging back
| at him-hoW strong he felt and wasn't
this sport? But there were all those
! horses in front of hlm-there was that
! black horse W on n ba nd ba
| sorrel f1lly who had acted so viciously at
the start-he wasn't going to stand their
| dust-hed get up there himself, and he
| stretched his long legs and went as he
had never gone in his life before-but
! someway that black horse kept right there
| in front of him. He didn't like 1t at all
| his graceful body got nearer to the ground
| the long legs seemed to fly and the polish
ed hoofs to spurn the earth. One by one
they were passed, the filly hung by his
| side for some time and then he left her,
but the black still led. He crept closer
| his head was just even with the blacks
| sulky. Down the track the crowd was
| standing and he could hear the hoarse
roar of thousands of voices-and then for
the first time in his life he heard the
whistle of the lash and felt its sting upon
his back!
The First Lash.
What indignity was this-his proud
heart was flied with rage-it must have
been the brute driving the black. He
would show him-and with one great burst
of speed he passed the black and three
clear lengths in the lead swept under the
wire and passed that bowling mob. while
cries of Klamath-Kla amath-Klamath-
made music in his soul How proud ii
was and how easy it was for him. He
could do it all over again, but they took
him to his stall and the Boy Wrapped him
Ga y al a