Evening star., 1902-08-02
is game" sneered the hacker Of Luz

/
in this game" sneered the hacker Of Luz
cretia.
And the jock'n have to stand the shock
| M know how It goesF ed the tout.
| packer. The racingt men within earshot
| smiled, for the tout had, been a Jockey be-
| fore his license haN been taken away for
crooked work. IS
backer, as fat, redsfacA man came swift
| ly down from the ssewards stand, ran to
the betting ring, and pushing his way
througn the crowd, called with the roar Of
| The Dutchman, seesndE Lucretia, third /!
They're al-l-l weighed in!''
"A Niagara of human beings poured from
the lawn to the Cashiers; they ran as
.noug. .nougn the course was on fire and they
What about Lucsetia?' some one asked
the red-faced crier. as he came back out OF
| the ring.
They've broke Mckay" he answered;
What did | tell your" sneered the tout,
mallciously its the under dog gets the
worst of it every time"
A Celt is an outspoken man when the
prod or his hot temper has loosened his
tongue, and Mike Gaynor was Celt in ex-
cess.
The injustice that had come to his btne-
FACTOR, John Porter, had stirred a tempest
IN his Irish soul. A fierce exclamation of
ploIane wrath had gone up from him as
ne watched the bad start from over the pad
dock rail-
A misguided retribution led Starter Car
son 10 pass from the judges stand, after
tne race, along the narrow passage be-
tween the club stand and the course, to
the paddock gate. There he met Mike, who.
forthwith, set to failing him.
DID ye notice little mare called Lucre-
TIA IN that race, Mr.. Carson-did yez see
anythin' av her at all down at the post?''
Carsons eyes twinkled uneasily Years
OF starting had taught him that seIf-control
was nlne out OF ten rules which should
govern the starters actions.
Was there anythin' tn mather wit, yer
Carson?"
The starter made answer with a smile
OF good-humored tolerance. But Mike was
ohly warming up; the hot blood was sting
Ing his quick brain, and his sharp tongue
gaHoped on with unbrided irresponsibiIitv
with the deep pathos of scorn he continued
~ 1e carson, the starter-Mister Carson,
help me, Bob, We couldn't sthart a sthreet
car down hill wit bot brakes OFF,
carson ceased to smile; the smile had
passed to other faces, the owners of which
were listening with fiendsh delight to the
castigation.
Some one touched Mike on the arm. saw
ing. Come over into the paddock Gaynor.
you're barkin' up the wrong tree" 1t was
Dixon. "''
Bot tumbs up! This games too tough
Ior NELL ship me plugs to Gravesend
" mn stralght man like Porther gets a
deal av this kind
g.. Never mind, Mike" interrupted Dixon,
''let it drop
Carson opened his lips to retort; then
closed them tight, set his square Jaws firm
~, tuIned /, on his heel and walked away
Nv nat d yez think av it, b'ye?" appealed
Mike to the others
You're wrong, Gaynor," declared a thin.
Cdll' hdWk-1aced man, who was in his shirt
sleeves; my boy was in that run. and If
isn + Carsons fault at all. It's dope, Mike.
n1atHdnle Il"s.. was falr crazy with it at the
post; ana Mckay was dead to the world on
ohe ltJie mare-the starter couldn't get him
That's right, Mike" added Dixon. "Car-
son nned the boy fifty, an the stewards set
him down" ~ SCI
is that straight goods?" asked Gavnor.
assault. -" why
serted. GA "S
In five minutes Gaynor had found Carson
penltent Irishman
To be continued)