Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-06-23
MEN ARE DECEIVERS EVER

There Is young real estate man IN this
town who has decided to cling to the truth
in his future dealings with his wife, II only
for the reason, asIhe puts It, that it makes
him feel too cheap and small to be caught
by her in the act of telling whopper.
This young man used to be pretty badly
addicted to horse, racing, and IT cost MIN
a pretty figure before he eventually reached
the wise t3nclust6n that the man doesn't
live who can beat the ponies" He used
to run over to New York to see all OF the
big racing events, such as the Brookiyn
handicap and thu Suburban handicap. he
took his wife over with him two years ago
to see the running Of the Suburban. ana
as they all but had to walk home on mat
occasion there was some tai! resoiuuon
making In that family about morse RACING
and the way to keep away from the same.
The young man quit fooling win the
dope sheets from that time. ana ne olo
not even go to the Benning meetings AFTER
ward.
Last Friday morning, however. he got
letter by the morning mail from g. new
York club friend which started the morse
bug to buzzing all over again beneatn ms
hat. The letter was from brother OF one
of the prominent officials OF the Coney IS
land Jockey Club. and it set forth the pre-
diction in very strong terms tnat tnere
would be only one horse In the SUBURBAN
handicap, and that that horses name was
Kinley Mack
When the young man got home from his
office that afternoon he had 1t all fixed in
his mind how he was going to see the SUD
urban handicap without his wife knowing
a thing about 1t.
my dear" said he, "a friend Of mine who
owns big tract of land up beyond Great
Falls Is going to drive up there tonight 10
look the property over, and he wants me 10
go along with him and help him put ng-
ure on 1t. He's had an offer for the tract
but not being familiar with real estate
values he doesn't know whether the oner
Is good or not. and he wants me to heip
meet him down town at O'Clock. and Wen
drive out. It'll be about midnight before
we get there. and we'll probably spend all
of tomorrow in looking over the property
l won't come back until Sunday morning.
This sounded all right to the young real
estate mans wife. who never makes any
complaints as to the exactions OF business.
and she packed his suit case for him and
away he went. In folding UP the blue
serge suit he had taken off she noticed a
letter drop out Of one of the breast pockets,
and she picked 1t up, and. as was quite
natural. read 1t. 1t was the letter from
her husbands New York club friend, set
ting forth the prophecy that the only horse
In the Suburban handicap would be kinley
Mack. Then she got to thinking of the
elaboration with which her husband had
dressed to take drive out beyond Great
Falls on a dusty road and a great light
broke upon her.
Now, If he had come honestly and told
me he wanted to go to New York to see
that race l wouldn't have minded she
unused. as she packed valise of her own
and put on travelling suit "lf he had
not told me that awful story about his trip
to Great Falls, even"
A few hours later she was on the New
York train. She left the sleeper at Jersey
City at I O'Clock In the morning, and drove
to the uptown home of her brother, a sue
cessful business man over in the big town.
She told her sister-n-law of the huge one
her husband told her, and announced her
intention of having a look at the Suburban
handicap herself 1t so happened that her
siSter-in-law was going. too. with party,
and at half-past the party drove up be-
fore the club house at Sheepshead Bay in
gallant tally-ho the wife of the young
real estate man seated comfortably on one
of the rear seats.
She didn't see her husband at all until
after the big race had been run and Kin
horse of the century, for he was busy
In the betting ring up to that time. After
the big race. however, the young man
walked into the club house Enclosure to
moisten his victory with his friend for
he had won a good bet Kinley Mack
and there. smiling at him on the veranda
of the club house. In one of her prettiest
gowns. and with pair of field glasses
jauntily slung over her shoulder, was his
wife. The young man reached out for the
fence to lean against, and then looked
again. She beckoned to him, and he leaped
up the stairs. He didn't say a word. but
he grinned sheep.shiy and put both hands
straight up in the atr.
I'm under the gun. my dear" he finally
contrived to articuate. Guilty, as In
dicted.'
They came home on the midnight train
merrily enough, but the young man has
concluded that. after all. honesty is still
pretty good old policy particularly so in con-
jugal matters and more particularly yet
ybay, Id raI hat he. ,,nIn
ried young woman hasn't much to learn
from any amateur Sherlock Holmes.