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

That thar flly's bred to run-Hanover
out O. Great Tom mare-little as she
looks 1t. You jest as well shoot her
right now, as ter go an name her some
thin that don't mean nothin Now I
had Thought Tomhanner would be just the
size"
Jewett shook his head obstinately
'Heaton, you are ungrateful, and short
sighted" he said. THE name strikes me
as a positive inspiration. You can short
en- 1t either way. In the stable it may
be Sassy, or 'Rilly, just as you choose
Then he stroled off, laughing, with his
hands in his pockets. Heaton shook a
fist after him, and slapped the FLY on
her quarter. 1t was a quarter full OF
power-in fact here was power every
where, although the creature was mod
eled on lines SO ungainly. She had been
highly tried. and Heaton had had great
hone Of landing with her one of the Big
2-vear-old events. Now he said spiteful-
w: "Win abe nursery, Nothin'. You
couldn't win a quarter race, carryln that
name"
Sarsaparilla dropped her head and look
ed sleepier than ever But that after
noon. she picked up her name and her 9S
pounds, and simply smothered field that
had the best colts of the season in II.
Still Heaton was ugly. Wait! me
hoodoo hadn't had no time ter WORK
ne said. Sure enough, the next week, Sar-
sapariila. with her three-pound penalty
came in a bad last behind half the colts
she had defeated with such ease.
Him! Turn her out. and let her grow
IN to the name" Jewett said sagely by
way of answer to Heaton's lamentations.
Heaton would not agree to that. He kept
the fiilv going, and she seemed to thrive
on hard work. She ate Justify, froiicked
and pranced in her exercise nipped nor
rubber if he did not use her exactly 10
her liking and found out that she pos
sessed a fine handy pair of heeS. She
also ran beautifully, the day before
race. Race days were her chosen seasons
of elegant leisure.
After three months of 1t Jewett sent
her forcibly to grass. He had been
tcmpted to sell her-but selling except be-
tween seasons. was against Wynyaru
Stable traditions. Besides the My had
won out more than season $ expenses
that lucky first time. She came pacn 10
training in her 3-year-old form. lankec'
leggier, ungainlier than ever. Speedler
too-when she chose to run. The when
was always an unknown quantity, untll
after the race. Sometimes she ran her
race over night, otter her old habit Al
others she simply would not work put
went away from the post like lamb ana
was never headed until she came TO the
wire.
If her owner had not been lucky enough
to back her decently when she lost, and
let her run loose when she won, he would
have come through the season without a
thread of character. Heaton stuck dog
eedly to his antipathy to the name, swear
ing over and over that as Tomhanner.
the brown mare would have turned out
another Miss Woodford, or at least
bigger Firenzi. Heaton believed IN luck'
you see. So did Jim, the brown mare
black rubber; so, most of all, did EXtry.
har rider VII IN inns GtpnEOn. the
Wynyard Stables second jockey, and as
near bundle Of whipcord, steel wire ana
whalebone as a black lad IS years old
well could be.
'I done call dat dar boy EXtry cause
he sholy wuz th'owed in ter de match
made. nuver dreampt Mriar had i'm
Jim explained to Jewett. Jewett liked EN-
Try. So did rsaparilla-shortened w stn-
Bile mouths to Sassy as Jewett had fore
told. She had promoted Extry indeed
from stable boy to Jockey; and would run
for him, when she would run at all. bet
ter than for anybody else. As a conse-
duence Extry worshipped her. She rev.
eled in long RACES. When EXtry held her
hard knowing there was nothing ahead,
and the winning post a good mile away.
he was In heaven. The wind OF her mao
rush might almost blind him his head
might grow dizzy as the furlong posts
flashed past, and the roar of the grand
stand swell hoarse and angry as the growl
of stormy seas. but he did not mind. lie
had only one conscious and vital purpose
to get there first. II he caught the
thunder OF hoofs behind he lay little
further over her neck and called almost
in her ear:
cit dar, old ooman Git dar! Git
darl"
She got there often enough to make
the talent respect her and the betting
ring hate her. She was the unknown
quantity forever disturbing their equa-
lions Of profit and loss. She Yves wholly
without form; a creature OF within and
tricky impulses, of whom her owner and