Omaha daily bee., 1902-07-27

ing thousands. Unless a jockey has the in
stinets Of a gentlemen, naturally, he's al
most certain to turn out a BLACKBOARD
sooner or later and throw down his owner.
He'll have more temptations In a week to
violate his trust than a bank clerk would
have in a lifetime"
"Is that why you put Alan in the bank,
fatherT"
Porter went on as though he had not
heard the daughters query. TIC make a
frst-class jockey, a boy must have nerves
Of steel, the courage Of a bulldog, the self
controlling honesty Of a monk. You've got
all these right enough, Allis, only you're a
girl, don't you see-iust a little woman
and he patted her hand affectionately.
They're off," exclaimed the baritone.
mot this trip" objected the ~falsetto.
1.-THE spurs-the young fend!' fercely
calculated John Porter.
What is it, father?"
THE boy on Lucretia is jabbing her with
the spurs, and she's cutting up
That's the fourth false start" said Ned,
the baritone. 81 don't think much of your
Lausanne; he's like a crazy horse"
Allis heard the woman's shrill voice.
smothered to q kissing whisper, answer
something. Two distinct words. 1.-The hop"
carried to her ears. There was a long
drawn-out baritone "Oh-h!" then, in the
same key, 81 knew Lausanne was a slug
gard, and couldn't make out why he was SO
frisky today"
"Dick's got 1t down fine" Just audibly
from the woman; "Lauzannell try right
enough this time out"
THE mares actin as II she'd had a cup
of tea, too muttered her companion, Ned.
This ELECTED a dry chuckle from the
woman.
Allis had pinched her fathers arm again
and looked up in his face inquiringly, as
from the seat behind them the jumbled con-
versation came to their ears. Porter nod
ded his head understandingly and frowned.
The stephanotis was choking his nostrils
/ and an occasional word was filling his heart
with confirmation of his suspicious.
81 don't like It," he muttered TO Allis.
They're had four breaks and the mares
been left each time. The chestnut's the
worst actor / ever saw at the post. But
I'm thinking he'll leave the race right
there. the way he's cutting up"
my God!" he exclaimed IN the next
breath. He had startled the girl with the
fierce emphasis he threw into the words;
she sprang to her feet in excitement.
A bell changed MOSTLY, there was a shufie
Of thousands Of eager feet; a hoarse cry,
They're on" went rolling from tier to
tier, from seat to seat, to the topmost row
of the huge stand.
Lausanne n on with a flying lead OF
three lengths and the mare is left abso-
lutely-absolutely last. The boy whipped
her about just as the flag fell" There was
the dreary monotone OF crushed hope in
Porters voice as he spoke.
Eyes, we're out Of It. little woman" he
continued; and there was almost a tone OF
relief, Of resignation. Suspense was gone.
realization OF the disaster seemed to have
steadied his nerve again. Allis attempted
to speak, but her low voice was hushed to
a whisper by the e~xultant cries that were
all about them.
Didn't l tell you-Lauzanne wins In a
walkl" the falsetto voice was an exultant
squeak Of hilarious excitement.
You called the turn" Even Ned's BART
tone had risen to a false-keyed tenor; he
was standing on his toes, peering over the
heads Of taller men in front.
Allis brushed from her eyes the tears Of
sympathy that had wened into them and,
raising her voice. spoke bravely. elinging
to a vain hope: "Ldcretia is game. father
she may win yet-the race is not lost till
they're past the post"
Then her voice died away and she kept
pleading over and over In her heart, Come
on, Lucretia-eome on, brave little mare!"
lie she gaining father-can you seer"
She'll never make It up" Porter re-
piled, as he watched the tumble Of red
and yellow and black. patterned into a
trailing banner, which waved and vi
brated and streamed in the glitterlng
sunlight. a furlong down the cOurse-and
the tail Of II was his own blue, white
starred Jacket. In front. still a good two
lengths in front. cleaned scarlet like an