Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-09-27

For an instant the girl forgot her own
trouble at sight of the gallant little mare s
condition. Two boys We're busy rubbing
the white-crusted perspiration and dust
from her sides: little dark rivulets of wet
trckled down the lean head that hung
YEARLY.
We'll we lost" 1t was Dixons voice
at Allis elbow "Thatn do" to the boys;
''here. put this cooler on and walk her
about"
Then he turned to Allis again. "She was
well up with the leaders half way to the
stretch. l tho't she gon' to win
WAS it too far for her. Dixon?"
The trainer did not answer at once;
with him. at all times, questions were
things to be pondered over. His knitted
brOws and air of hesitating abstraction
showed plainly that this question of Allis
was one he would prefer to answer days
later. if he answered at all
Didn't she stop suddenly" Al!is asked
again.
what happened" he returned. evasively,
land | haven't asked the boy yet She
NAV have got shut in All here comes
Redpath now" as the jockey returned
from the weighing scales.
Redpath seemed to think that some eX-
plaration was necessary, he came up
to Allis and the trainer so he said:
THE little mare seemed to have chance
thought once l was gO.n' to win; that big
black lust kept galloping. galloping. an
never could get to his head. I'd a been
in the money though if somethin hadn't
bumped me: and then my mount just
died away-she Just seemed to die away
He repeated this in a falling decadence
as though it best expressed his reason for
finishing in the ruck.
"Well. were beat. an that's all there is
to it." declared Dixon, half savagely; then
he added. An by cast-off out of your
fathers stable. too. Miss Allis. If there's
any more bad luck OWN John Porter.
hanged If l wouldn't like to shoulder it
myself, an give him a breather." Then
with ponderous genteness for big, rough
thrown-together man, he continued Don't
You fret. miss: the little mares all right;
she'll pull your father through all this;
you lust cheer up. I've got to go now an
look after her
When the trainer had gone the jockey
turned to Allis hesitatingly and said
"DiXons correct about the little mare;
shes all right. l wouldn't speak even afore
him, though he's all right, too, but" and
he looked about carefully to see that no
BODY was within earshot Two men were
talking q little further out in the pad
dock and Redpath, motioning to Allis,
stepped close to the stall that was next
to the one Lucretia had occupied. Il could
been IN that money!
The girl started. Crane had said that the
jockey had stopped riding.
Yes, miss, you mustn't blame me. for
took chances of bein' had up afore the
stewards"
You did wrong if you didn't try to win,"
exclaimed Alis, angrly.
Il did try to win. but I couldn't I saw
that I'd never catch that big black he was
going too strong; his long stride was just
breaking the little mares heart. She's the
gamest piece of horsefesh-say. Miss Por-
ter believe me, it just hurt me to take it
out Of her, keeping up with that long legged
devil. If l could a-headed him once Just
got to him once-I tried it when we turned
into the straight-hed have quit. But 1t
was no use-the mare couldn't do It, With
him out of the race I'd have won; I could
been second third as 1t was but It
might have done the little mare up so she
wouldn't be any good all season. l thought
bit over this when 1 was galloping
knew she was in the Brooklyn Derby an
when 1 had the others beat at a mile
thinks /, If the public don't get on to It.
Mr.. Porter can get all his losses back In the
Brooklyn Derby. That's why eased up on
the little mare. You don't think could do
anything crooked against you. miss? Give
me the mount in the Derby.-an' your father
can bet his last dollar that Lucretia'n win
1t"
AS he finished speaking Mike Gaynor
shutfied modify up to them. Usually Mikes
clothes suggested general dependency;
his wtry body, devoid of roundness as a rat
trap, seemed inadequate to the proper ex-
preston OF their original design. The habit
nal air of endeavorless decay had been ac-
centuated by the failure of Lucretia TO
win the Brooklyn. Mike had shrunken into
his acknowledging coat with pathetic mo-
roseness The look of pity in his eye when
II lighted upon Allis gave place to one Of
rebellious accusation he turned his head
slowly and glared at Redpath.
You put up bad ride there, by" he
commenced. speaking ina hard. dry de-
nant tone; "a bad ride, an no mistake
Mind. I'm not sayin' you could a won hut
you might tried" and he waited for Red
paths defense.
She was all out, Mike, beat What was
the of driving her to death when she
hadn't the ghost Of a chance?"
You're a little too hard on RedData" re-
monstrated Allis; hes just been telling me
that he didn't wish to punish the mare un-
necessarily
His business was to win IL he could
miss answered Mike. not At all won over
1T was big stake an he ought to've
put up big finish. The black would have
quit II you'd ever got to mis- throat latch:
he's soft. that's what he is An lust where
you could have won the race p'rans Won
quit r!dn' an let him come home alone
II S queer b'ys that's ridin' now miss"
CayEor added fierceIy. nodding his head in
great decision and turning away abruptly
The petulant moroseness showing deeper
than ever in his wrinkled face.
"NCu mustn't mind Mike. Red0ath" said
Ais; 'hes good friend of our family and
Is upset over the race. that's Al
don't blame him" answered the
Jockey; he would have rode Il, out and
spelled your chances with the mare-that
would have done no good"
St.H hardly like it," answered the girl
1 know you did it for my sake but Il
u1'Si seem quite right. Don't do ANYTHING
Ike inns again OF course I don't want In
creua pushed beyond her strength. nor GU,
up with the whip, but she ought TO get the
place If she can. People might have hacl,d
htr Tor the place, and we've thrown away
their money" '''
The betters will look after their own in
terests. Miss Porter. and they wouldn't
help you a little bit IL you needed Il; tAey'd
be more Ike to do you a bad turn If ia
driven the mare to death. an been beaten
Tor the place. as I might have the papers
would have slated me for cruelty You
must believe that l did 1t for the best
miss"
Il do and I suppose ! must thank YOU:
but don't do il again. I'd rather you didn't
carry your whip at all on Lucretla. size
don't need 1t; but don't case her up IL
you've got chance till you pass the win
ming post"
AS the two finished speaking and moved
away, thin, freckled face peered furtiyely
from the door of stall No. g. Just the fer
ret-like eyes and a knife-thin rose Shove
past the woodwork, but there could be no
miStaking the animal 1t was Shaudy.
I've got you again." he nuttered.