The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1900-08-02

trt,lS
come a-smash II the thing wasn't met
was enjoying himself with his brother
officers rs though ho hadn't l. mlnutu
10 spare from tho urduuuS duty Of
spending his iucome.
Its devil OF Il hole that we're tn."
unused Layton. ns he Hickel Mt the dry
grass with his stick "Gaiety emit
raise the "ind. not piece OF It, to pay
that bloodsucklng Mnrwuri., and hen
be down OH us for his pound OF flesh
like All Afghan GhnZi | wouldn't care.
only poor old Nell will have to walt tn
God knows when--wnit till never day,
fancy, for tho Internal thing will
break me too"
He threw up his head and listened
s0in3thihs was pounding the turf hn-
hind him on tho course" II wus not
the mixed. excited shuttle OF ekka DO
hles. 1t was tho clean. powerful stroke
OF thoroughbred hoofs, strong horses
ha1nmerlnS the sod In eager GALLON
Hls racing ear knew that
by loVe, its triul!' ne nuttered.
lie could see blurred mass gliding
along IN the moonlight Oh the far side
or the course. lie quickcned his pacs
and drew up In the shadow Of tho lime
plastered grand stand.
Two men were standing at the "An.
ish post" 20 yards past tho stand. III
the uncertain light he could not distin
guish who they were.
Tho Marwarie and Gaicty slipped
rrom his mind for an instant, and his
sporting blood bounded hot through his
veins In the excitement OF watching
the horses race neck and neck up the
stretch.
1t was glorious tuasle. '"rhSy're
riding for blood" he muttered. ''rrs
no blind. this trial"
Two horses were hugginR each other
like twins. Behind. a dozen lengths.
Deaten on. gallopcd something thae had
Deen put In to make the running.
AS they smashed past Layton ono. a
Dig bay, shot out as though tho Jockey
had just let his head go and swung be-
tween the "lnsh post" and the tudgea'
stand clean length In frone OF hin
mate.
IL was pure sport that made Layton
."he ho III ueh interest In the dash up to
.h@t 'llhe. Ihe bay could have enl-
ioped over the other fellow MT INV
tlme,' he thought. II wonder who no
belongs tor
Just then high pitched, drawl,np
voice came up to him from one OF tho
two men. There could be no mlstakiny q
1t. That voice was known from one
end to the other Of the military racing
world or India. IT belonged to CAPTAIN
frank johnson. He was saying: "By
gad, Dick, he'll do for the big handicau
II they don't smother him with weight
Two stun and beating to the other!
Layton hurried away, his brain in a
whirl. he was like n man who had
picked up diamond Of great value
ana was afraid OF finding the owner,
IL was ali clear enough. Tho bay was
FRANK Johnson's ZigZag. with the cap
taln's Jockey, Dick Richmond, in the
saddle.
He remembered the horse perfectly
now.
Frank johnson was one Of the clover.
est racing men In India. His knowledge
had cost him something, for to have O
free hand at the game he had resigned
his commission In the Ninth hussar rs.
II the trial had satisfied him that zig.
z2S was good enough for the "open
handicap" there could be very little
doubt about 1t whatever
Layton realized what 1t meant. IT
was the very softest kind Of snap.
With this knowledge he could back
the horse for more than enough to pay
or Gaiety's debts with the Marwarie.
But 1t would be hardly honorable to-
ward Johnson. He had blundored I'D.