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

smashed bis ankle" began the boy, so I
thought I'd better come instead"
But you can't ride the chestnut ex-
ella med Mr.. Duncombe
Cant /, boss? | should smile!' said
the hoy in the buggy, as he skillfully
fiicked a fly off the old trotter's neck
with his long whip. Then he glanced mp
and saw that Carol Healy was looking
at him with amused. Quizzical eyes.
Maybe you've got a dude to ride the
chestnut, boss" he observed, taking a
leisurely survey of Carols spotless white
suit.
Come right away an wen see," was
Duncombo's only reply.
\ few minutes later the three horses,
with their peculiar jockeys, came dane
ing along the track to the sound of the
starters bell.
Say, I'd hate to lose this race NUT
tered Mr. Duncombe "but I'm kind o.
scared o that kid on the colt
BY luck. more than good riding. there
was a capital start The race was to be
run in a single heat twice round the
track for the half mile.
It's go.' Yah. coonm Good luck
boy Let 'er whirl, Teddy
Carol hung nervously, eagerly forward
with his eyes following Duncombe' 5
horse. As they flashed past the judges
box after the first quarter mile, Carol
saw how the boy was painting, but his
hands We're steady and there was / p
| liant flush color under the tan of ms
round young cheek.
Carol drew in his breath sharply as the
/ lank Teddy's horse sweryed little to
one side, too near to the gaming chest
nut. The nigger'S case was hopeless;
but Duncombe's boy was rapidly creep
ing ahead of the lank Canuck. Teddy
was working hard, but there was a bet
ter horse than his own behind him. The.
boy swept past and the race was won.
by gum, that's great exclaimed the
owner of the track. Carol Healy nod
| ded. He peered through the crowd for
I the curly head of the successful boy. But
! hardly five minutes later he caught sight
of Duncombe's buggy. drawn by the old
| white trotter, threading its way through
! the little throng toward the high road.
| After n minutes hesitation he started in
pursuit. Run. however. as he might. he
could not oyertake the steady white tr0t
ter. although he kept the buggy in sight
But as they approached Mr.. Dun
comhe's frame house. the trotter was al
/ lowed to Slacken speed; and as the boy
jumped out at the porch, Carol dashed
/ up. half angry, amused with himself.
| The boy started back.
You young rogue, You've given me Il
chase exclaimed Carol. but you're
great little rider. What was your hus-
tleY'
The boy met his questioning eyes with
a cool stare.
Say. why did you follow me. dude?''
Carol looked blank. After sulenly gaz-
ing at each other for a few seconds the
hoy turned into the house and Carol sat
down in the veranda, wondering.
When Mr. Duncombe returned. they
discussed the races as the setting sun
glowed over the naples. suddenly the
house door opened softly and a hand was
laid on Duncomhe'S shoulder He start
ed and a slow smile came over his long
| viSage.
Say, Carol. this is my daughter
Carol jumped mp. He bowed to very
demure-looking girl in white muslin. But
| there was no installing the dark. bright
eyes. or the pretty curve Of the sunburnt
cheek. They did not smile But as Dun
comhe led the way into the house his
daughter lifted her laSheS, and looked
over her shoulder gravely.
~ gave yon some sass, anyway" was
all she said.
Yes, but | guessed it from the first
1 said CarOl.-Mainly About People