Evening star., 1902-08-16

man be In with the same lot?" Langdon
asked, argumentatiyeIy.
the chestnut's beating them had no bearing
on TINS race From what see of Mr.. Nixon
oont at all class him with you as a
trainer.he HASN'T the same resource
Langoon stood silent, sullenly turning
over in his mind this doubtful compliment.
., m not sure" continued the banker,
put that having stuck Porter with Lau-
zanne' you shouldn't give him hint about
w~eli' wo,,Ia nas as to what ourse of preparation
% WOULD make Layzanrie win race for him.
;aas me ordinary diet Of bats is hardly stimm-
lating enough fog sucn sluggish animal"
Lansdon frowned &c Crane had not been
1ras 9ulse SO strongS quite so full of unex-
the assertion thai he zhad stuck Porter; but
ne answered. ard his voice struggled be-
tween asperity and depreciation. There
any pointers; Porter put it to me pretty
straight that the horse had been helped"
AND what did you say?' blandiy in
quired Crane.
Told him to On III heI1,
rms wasn't exactly truthful as we re-
HeEhDer the interview, but its terseness ap-
pealed to Crane, and he smiled as he said:
Porter probably won't take your advice
hansdon' ne s stubborn enough at times.
ana even II he does know that-that-Lau-
Eahlie requires special treatment, he won't
i1dulge h1m-hes got lot of old-fashioned
IDEAS about racing. So you see Lausanne
Is a pad betting proposition
AIter Langdon had left, Cranes thoughts
cussed.
From hackers point of view Lausanne
is certainly bad business" he unused; "but
the public will reason just as Langdon
ooes, ana what's bad for the hackers is
eood 1or the layers; L must see Faust"
ou mad better make a book to beat
LauZalhe Crane said to Jakey Faust, just
De1ore business had commenced in the ring
that afternoon
Tho
eyes opened wide That was nearly the
limit of his fat little faces expression, no
matter what the occasion.
You don't own him now do you, sir?"
ne oiurted out, with unthinking candor.
Il do not
He's dropped into a soft spot-he rates
pest IN the percentage card
Crane.
Every Handicapped tips him to win"
They're all broke because of their knowl-
edge"
The books'll mark him up first choice"
Ihat's why it will be worth while play
ing the field to beat him."
he in with a gang of nuts today, an
ne peat some crackerjacks last time OUT
You were hypnotized that day, Mr..
beat anything"
Didn't beat-what the hell-didn't the
chestnut get the verdict?'
he did; but" and Crane looked at
Faust with patient liberation of his lack of
perception.
The Cherub waited for an explanation of
theSe contradictory remarks. But he might
nave waited indefnitely-Crane had quite
nhlShed The Cherub raised his little round
eyes, that We're like glass alleys, green and
ied ana Dlue-Streaked, to the others face
lHqulrlhSly, and encountered pair of pen
eIrdtlhg orDs peering at him over some sort
OF d HaSk-the face that sustained the ewes
was certainly maSk-as eXpressiOnless
Ihen 1t came to Jakey Faust that there
was nothing left to do but to fill the Lau-
zanne column in his book with the MANY
pets that would come his way and make
much money.
Crane watched Lauzanne go lazily, slug
glshly down to the post for his race He
knew the horses moods: the walk of the
chestnut was the Indifferent stroll of a
morse that is thinking only of his dinner
Ihey We given him nothing" the banker
muttered to himself; "the heavy-headed
brute won't try a yard. But he'll fight the
boy when he tries to ride him out
The whisky that Dixon had surrepti-
uously given Lauzanne had been as fneff-
cacious as so much ginger beer: and in the
race LauZanne drew back out of the hustle
and clash of the striving horses as quickly
as he could. In vain his jockey used whip
and spur; Lauzanne simply put his ears
back, switched his tail and loafed along a
dozen lengths behind bis field
In the straight he made up little of the
lost ground. but he was securely out of the
money at the finish.
Fate still sat and threw the dice as he
had for many moons-nothing for John
Porter and six for Philip Crane.
CTo be continuedD