The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-10-06

and finishing his first mile.
ifF"Then the strange, roSy-cheeked bow
on Hellbent's back leaned over again.
and the black rocket jumped out once
more, and If he didn't catch that field
before they'd gone a mile and a OMAR
ter and he'd gone the whole distance.
demme! He shot right through THE
bunch and. presto! before the dumb
founded, awed crowd could rub their
eyes, he was half a mile beyond the field
! again, and going like a comet on a toot.
The men who were holding watches turn
j ed around and looked at each other
7 with pale faces. Heilbent had done the
| first mile in twenty-eight seconds, the
two miles in fifty-two seconds the whole
Esdistance of the race in fifty-eight Sec
onds, and there he was going around
| again Eastern a frigate bird ever flew
| South.
/ when the other twenty-five horses had
done the distance and pulled up
| staggering at the stand after their per-
fectiy 1dfotic efforts to overtake He'll
bent Hellbent was charging around
the great track again and again, and
nnaliy the owners of the other horses
| shouted to the boys to ride the animals
! right into the paddock, for fear the ter
rifle black would run over some of them
for IT. seemed as if Hellbent never in
| tended to stop making the circuit of that
brace course.
Before the boys, with pallid, fright
ened countenances, had prodded their
weary horses into the paddock, Hel1bent
| had covered twenty-five miles, and his
bsPesd was becoming greater with every
jump. The boy on his back was sitting
las quietly on the brutes back as if the
animal were only taking morning
breather, and around and around went
|. Hellbent! The crowd shouted every time
the horse and boy passed, but it was no
| use. Finally Hellbent got to going so
fast that he was only a black streak,
such as projectile from a great gun
makes, and still he went!
My friend and I looked at each other
gleefully when we saw the ease with
which Hellbent won, but when he had
finished his fourteenth mile around the
course we got pretty sober over it, We
feared that there was something prenat-
| ural about it all. No horse had ever, run
I thats way before, and we feared dis
qualification. We should have preferred
to have seen Hellbent win by a nose, but
ne Won by mile and three quarters
We, with the crowd, were still hushed
into awe, when we saw the TALL angular
hgure of Hellbent's owner rushing
across the infield. Like madmen we hop
ped the rails and went after him. We
We're right on top of him when he reach
ed the back stretch, and he was paler
than ghost. He had a heavy bulldog
revilver in his hand
What are you about, MANI" we de-
manded of him.
" That was one thing I overlooked
stopping him., said the horses owner,
with pallid smile, He'll never stopP
q I'VE. heard the whistling noise of He'll
bent. coming along toward US faster n
light half a mile back, and at that In
slant zHellbent's owner raised his pistol
and fired down the track for general
results Whirr- r!-whish-sh!- br-rr-rr-
rattle-tl-tl-clap-an there was Hellbent
lying right in front of our eyes, on his
back, in the middle of the track. with
the millions and millions of wheels and
dynamos and wires and springs inside
of him, whanging and banging and go
/ ing off all at once.
/ The bullet had struck Hellbent, this
triumph of electricity and the art of the
taxidermist, this horse that had never
breathed nor swished tail at a fly, this
marvellous. exemplification of the genius
of machinery and manipulated lightning
1.-the bullet had hit Hellbent right in the
breast, and knocked his works to smith
Greens, and there he was like a salt
mackerel right before our eyes, the
I springs and things popping out of his
wound like coil out of an old hair sofa.
ana his blsque boy. an automatic jockey,
! a. dummy, too, like Hellbent, lying with
t7ari doll-like, idiotfc leer underneath the
! thing-and my friend and out just sew
| Ell millions of pounds Say, wouldn't that
turn you round?"
well, I'll be damned gasped the
quiet-looking man, picking up his long
neglected stein as if to defend himself,
and then the man with the dull, rowing
eye took one more hack at the green
jars smiled jovially, and drifted through
the swinging door.