The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1900-07-07
TIPPED RIGHT, BY MIsTAB.
to be Rid Of q Bothersome
Racetraek Friend,

"Back in the early 9G's," remarked
an old-time racegoer the other day, re-
lates the New York Sun, II had the
queerest experience in the many years
that have followed the horses. Among
my friends in those prosperous days
was a young chap whom l only knew
by the name of Frank. and how really
got acquainted with him l can't recall.
He used to bob up at the track every
day and his first question usually was:
ANY thing good to-day?' OF course I
used to give the kid, as l called him, q
tip now and then to get rid of him, but
he finally became such a nuisance that
I made up my mind one day to give him
. dead one the very EeXt time he came
to rie. | missed him for a day or two
and was beginning to think that prob
ably he had quit the tracks for good
when one day.at Morris park he turned
up as large as life with the usual ANY
thing good?' Now is my chance. /
thought to get rid of him for once and
all.
ut was the day of the Metropolitan
hohNiNu r. dIu abobl a L SOulu DtS dlU
borrow l had put on the favorite. the
famous old Tenny. Among the other
horses in the race. if I remember right.
We're Clarendon. Riley. Senorita. Am
bulance. Tournament and Tristan. The
latter was an outsider in the betting
and it almost went begging at twenty
to one. This was my opportunity. 1
thought, and I told my friend hat
Tristan was n sur winner; in fact. I
added that it was almost like stealing
money to bet on him. and then 1
watched him I'll into the betting ring.
and. while l thought il was too bad to
have to resort to such measures. / felt
sure that he would never come to me
again for a good thing. Well. the race
was started and about every horse in it
appeared to have n chance but Tristan.
and l could not help but smile as I
thought of my young friend who had,
played him. Coming into the stretch
there was the usual closing up with
my horse Tenny. right along with the
leaders. while Tristan was absolutely
last. but somehow or other he was run
ming easier than any of the others.
Still this didn't worry me until his
jockey shook him up and he began to
walk right through the whole bunch.
including my horse Tenny. Even then
l felt that Tristan wouldn't be able to
stand the pace, but when Tenny's
jockey let out a wrap and still the TWEEN
ty to one shot hung on I began to feel
cold chills up and down my back.
Tristan had a world of speed that
day. and although Isaac Murphy. who
rode Tenny. used all his skill. Tristan,
in a driving finish. won by half a
length. and so instead of getting rid
of my friend l only made matters
worse for myself and lost a lot of money
in the bargain.
after cashing in my young friend.
wild-eyed and happy. sought me put
in the crowd and showered such con-
gratuiations or me that l was almost
tempted to tell him the truth. He
stuck to me closer than ever after that
and it was a couple of years afterward
that he finally quit the horses and 1 lost
all track of him. There was only one
consolation in that race for me. and
that was the fact that Tristan had to
establish a new record to beat my horse
Tenny. and the record of 1:51b for a
mile and an eighth. / guess. stands to-
day,"