Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1901-04-20
A FINAL HEAT.

Carol Healy thrust his hands deep into
the pockets Of his white blazer, threw
his head back, and roared with laughter.
This quarter-mile racetrack was too
much for his sense of the ridiculous.
The little town of Knoxville was hidden
far away in the maple woods OF Western
Ontario. The midsummer meeting was
being held in the burning hrllliance of an
August afternoon. Carol had only ar
rived in Knoxville al hour before, and
presented himself to his fathers old
friend. the owner of the track, without
any loss of time.
Carol was n, with all the experience
and assurance of young Canada at such
an age. but he little guessed, as he
leaned forward in the judges box, that
this was To be his day of days.
One of the Jockeys" was lank Ca
muck. with n battered old white Fedora
pulled over his face; another was a
young Niger, whose stocklnged fee;
curled round his stirrups rs he struggled
with the wiry little tiliy he was riding
old was being led up and down by 3
small boy. chewing a bit of clover.
Say, | amt given to BLOWN, OBJ
served Mr.. Duncomhp, the owner. t.
Carol Healy, but I'm sort o crazy oyei
this track"
1T : elegantly lalu out. Salu (aIol
shading his eyes and looking round hlm
That's Il pretty little chestnut MI
Dmncombe.'
4 CLEAN of pleasure came into Dun
comhe'S long, sallow face.
Hes a dandy, An he's entered foI
the last event You've missed the trot
tin an pacin'. but you'll see. something
spit Of Your dad concluded Mr.. Dun
combe. suddenly remembering to be com
plimcntary to his young guest.
who is to ride the little chestnut:
asked Carol. Cood-naturedly, continuing
the subject of the race.
My hired hoy-I can't guess what
keepin him. Say! I've just been Twin
| myself to home with your nameF'
well hope So put in the young
! man.
That's the most promising 2-year-old
I've ever come across. He's a Wilkes
| colt Where is my hired bOyP"
Straining his eyes across the track tC
where there was glimpse of winding
white road. Mr.. Duncomhc caught sight
of an approaching buggy; the dust lcaped
from under the spider-web wheels, and
the long tail of the old white trotteI
! lickcd as regularly as n pendulum from
side TO side as ii rapidly drew near the
track
Say, that's my boy coming now, an
| just on time
The driver of the buggy turned n from
| the road at the same swinging trot and
never drew rein until he was right un-
! derncath the Judges box Ii was only
Il few minutes before the race Carol
| Hcalv wondered whe'hc the hired boy
would be properly Apologize for his late
! arrival He felt inclined to give him a
rating III his own account hut he was
hardly prepared for the forcihlc language
| Of nunCombc's greeting.
Wal, I'm daruci," exclaimed the own
| or Of the track
The boy taking out colored handker-
/ chief and rubbing his flushed face. leaned
| forward from under the hood of the
| buggy and looked mp ut his master with
mis- ahicvous. laughing eyes. His short
| dark hair curlcd under the hrim Of a
wide, dlscolored straw hat. his loose tlan.
mel shirt was uuhuttoned at his strong.
suuhurnt throat; and round his waist.
contrasting oddly with short gray coat
and old trousers, was bright crimson
handkerchief. Carol Healy laughed in
spite of himself at the inSolent cool ex-
preston on the boys face
"Ebh's had fall, and guess he's