The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1900-06-17

nor of laying twice that sum outside,
upon the pride of their stables.
The Wynyard stable had won the cup
twice-once in its first year and again in
its last under old Hugh Jewett. Naturally
Randall Jewett, the nephew, WHO had, in
course of five years, found out something
Of the sports fascination, was eager 30
win it a third time. He named three for
it-Himself a slashing black Himyar
coming four years old; Tenderfoot, long
striding bay, remotely descended from
Lady Beel and Sarsaparilla, the despised.
Heaton scoffed grimly over the last nom
ination. Reckon you know the forfeits
an even 800 in this here circus he said.
IT'S yer own money! amt got mare Wo
to say agin the waste on it-but do aX
its 'nough ter make old man Hugh Use
uD and turn over in his coffin-the idee of
that corntrairy critter that wont beat
a COW eXceptin' jest as she takes the no
ton, runnln' III his colors 1 tell you when
he lived evrybody knowed him as tney
kuowed old John Harper-when they seen
his Jacket on top o er boss they knoUd
il meant or boss race from eend Ter eend.
Even ENtIy's faith seemed to falter
little. DE old. CONAN, she des as liDely
as er cricket" he said. "But-she lettn'
herself git sorter fat. Whut you maze
outen dat Marse Jewett? Seem like ter
me. she scrter got de notion ter quit.
eve won't let her quit-not just yet"
Jcwett said. You tell Sassy for me- En-
try, that if she really does want to quit,
she must win the Gold Challenge. If snc
will only do that-and l am certain she
can-she sail never look through a bride
again"
.'Mayhe she mought do hit. of she thunk
dar cup wua full er apples" Extry said.
She co mos anything fer er good big
bait-but L-a-w-d-ee! please sub, dont
you tell Msser Heaton an old man Jim
bout my sayin' dat-er Sassy wus ter die,
no matter whut aided her. dam two would
'clar hit was case l gin her deS dem 1T
tie tastes OBJ fruit"
'IM never tell; never in the world,
Jewett said, promptly. Then he whistled
and added: "Extry, you're special prov
idence You have given me an idea.
He walked away chewing hard upon
IT. Apples Sarsapariila! Dared ne Try
it? Heaton would snort-maybe resign
if he knew. 1t was against all stable ira
dition-if he did try it, and the mare lost,
the world would certainly say she had
been trained on purpose 10 lose. mere
tofore he had not cared "a great zeal
what the foolish world said of the things;
If but half understood Now he had to
take account of its verdict. He was deep
in love with Constance Eyre, sole daugh-
Ter of Mai. Eyre of the Bluffs, the great
cot stirkler for nice points of turf honor
anywhere south of Mason and Dixon's
line. The major held that turfman
reputation was like a woman s-lrretrlev-
ably stained by even unjust suspicion. lie
had raced himself in his younger days
Now he bred only runners. but that kept
him fully in touch with all matters OF
the turf.
hanged. though, If I don't take 1t" JeweIt
said next morning, as he walked to the
stable about daylight. Heaton stared
as though he thought his employer stark
mad. when Jewett said to him:
"Old man, we're going to try an expert
mont Yes we. You have got to be
in il the same as myself. Send out Sassy
this morning to work with the slowest
thing in the stable ond make her come In
first-even IL the other fellows head mas
to be pulled half off. When she does come
first give her an appie-a ripe red apple,
sweet and juicy. one apple and no more,
understand Tomorrow do the same
thlng-only make it two apples. You must
never get beyond that Keep II up all
week, then let her run true. II she
comes first, well and good; she gets the
eppes If she sulks she don't. Stick 10
that programme until further orders,
meantime giving her every chance to beat
the best we've got in stall"
Il understand. sir" Heaton said with
grim, yet elaborate Difference. But you
understand I'll do it only becase I'm I'M
der contract, and furder. that I'll tell ey-
erybody what ! done and how ! done Il at
your own special order. They'll see
straight that as the cussed critter wont
win, you're a-trainin' Of her to lose. May
be. though, she'll up and die o wind
collie Eff only she does, shan't she have
err fust class fun rul--rosewood coffin sill
Yer handles, plate glass and all that o
that-with the rest er the bosses strung
out behind in mournin'Y'
"All that can be settled later" Jewett
said arily. Then he galloped five miles to
breakfast at the bluffs, and sun himself
in the light OF Constance's merry brown
eyes. II was early February, but the stir