Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1902-10-11
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"Better'n that. Haven't you heard?
cried Henry. Don't you remember when
Buckingham won the Silver Lake stee'
plechase at Saratoga last fall!
Remember? Yes; cavalry friend of
mine that thinks he knows a race horse
gave me tip on Carmen. In suffering
yet from what it cost me to ma out ms
ignorance. SO you took flyer. did you"
"Flyerv' cried Henry. L thought ev-
erybody in the State know about 1t.
backed him down from tfteen-to-one
shot to a hot favorite. Why, man, won
forty-fiye thousand dollars"
Tazewell now entirely forgot his leg.
"Youv he gasped.
Eyes" Henry said, calmly. II bred
and raised that colt, and | always knew
he was a wonder. Like to died, though,
when he was a yearling An old horse
doctor saved his life. He's dead now, but
I've made his family Independent. Why,
man, there wasn't fence on my farm
he couldn't jump before he was a two
year-old. Terry managed to trade me
out Of him, and then that young Eng
Hshman, Maude, got hold Of him. | told
him he was a world beater. A few days
before the race Maude telegraphed me
the odds, as I asked him to. Bob, I've
seen men ride horses all my life, but that
Englishman is in class by himself, and
he'll be lonesome there long time. Hes
an earl or a duke, or something, since his
brother died, but he's just the finest
horseman that ever wore colors. wen,
when received the odds l sat down and
figured; and Terry and the sheriff came
I'D. and I said: Boys, I've been scratch
ing poor all my life. I'm tired of it.
can get my bread practicing law, and
reckon / can trust to my friends for
little meat now and then. I'm going to
be rich or nothing Maude said after
wards he couldn't understand how the
odds changed so quickly; but when we
stuck four thousand dollars on that horse
in one lump they must have thought
Buckingham was an automobile. Any
way they didn't want any more that way.
Miss Tazewell appeared at this juno
ture and welcomed Henry cordially.
81 hope you will welcome me as your
nearest neighbour" said Henry.
"Neighborv' cried brother and sister.
Eyes. / sold my little farm just be-
fore the Silver Lake steeplechase, and
now / have bought back the old place
next TO yours down the river. l was
born there, you know. | have given up
the law, and am minded to die as | was
born, a gentleman. l am on my way
there now. They say it is so grown up
you can't find the house, and the last ten
ant used the porch for hog pen. Still,
it is mine now" His voice had tri-
umphant ring. "It had been in our fam
ily four generations when the war came,
and we lost it. Now it is mine again"
"And did your fellow-robbers put their
ill-eotten money into real estate, too"
asked Tazewell.
II don't know" answered Henry; but
you should have seen the sheriff, Terry
and 1 march to the Eastover bank the
day the checks came. | always did hate
that bald-headed fool that pays out the
money-pardon me, Miss Nan-but he is.
His face always had a sheer on it when
I went to make my little deposits, and
he was always worrying me to death
about overdrawing my account. Most
unaccommodating man in the county, and
nearly ruined my credit at the store for
miserable little check of ten dollars or
so he refused to pay. / always did hate
him. Well, we marched in, and Terry
walked up to the counter, and he says
he hated the fellow worse than l did
Can this one-horse bank pay small
check to-dayY and the fellow says, 1
reckon so, if the name at the bottoms
any good He passed out his check for
six thousand dollars, and the cashier
stared. The sheriff showed his across
right after it for nine thousand, and the
cashier grew red in the face and looked
as If he'd fall in an apoplectic fit.
thought I'd make sure Of the fits catching
him, and I pushed in mine for forty-tive
thousand For a moment / thought he'd
fall dead, and l was planning my bust
ness for the next week so | could be at
the funeral. Another check would have
finished him, but he rallied. 1 must
send on to see if these are all right he
said, hopping his face. Are these for
deposit?' We'll, no. l said. I'd feel
safer to put it in an old stocking, but we
can all spare you hundred or so to de-
posit here, and if you need any more
money, just let us know Then we
marched out. The old rascal died this
spring, and I expect we did bring it on,
after ALL"
CTo be continued>
An Apt Pupil.
When Wilfred Sparroy was English