Omaha daily bee., 1902-08-03
man said. simply to relieve his strained


man said. simply to relieve his strained
feelings.
ut was the most barefaced Job l ever
saw" declared another; tits even betting
the stable gets ruled off," He had backed
Porter's mare and was vindictive.
Not on your life" sneered a Tout,
w%olhshly; "a big owner always gets off.
The jock1l get 1t in the neck II they've
been caught"
why don't you pay" whined the fourth,
what's the pulling OF the mare got to 40
with 1t? The best horse won" He was a
hacker Of Lausanne.
BET yer life the bookies won't part till
the number of the placed horses an riders
are up on that board again. They've run
them down, don't you seer" chimed in the
Tout.
I'll take two to one The Dutchman gets
it," said a hacker Of that horse. There's
a Job on, and they'll both get disqualified.
Porter's kid, Won ten thousand over Lau-
zanne, and that's why they stiffened the
mare
That's what the public are UP against
in this game" sneered the hacker Of Lu-
%cretia.
And the jock'll have to stand the shock.
l know how 1t goes" asserted the Tout.
you ought to know" drawled Lauzanne's
hacker. The racing men within earshot
smiled, for the Tout had been a jockey be-
fore his license had been taken away for
crooked work.
Hello! here it comes" drawled Lau-
zanne's hacker. as a fat, red-faced man came
swiftly down from the stewards stand, ran
to the betting ring, and, pushing his way
through the crowd, called with the roar of a
gorilla: "Al-l-l right! Lausanne, first!
The Dutchman, second! Lucretia, third!
They're al-l-l weighed in!"
A Niagara of human beings poured from
the lawn to the cashiers; they ran as
though the course was on FIRE and they
sought to escape.
What about Lucretia ?" someone asked
the red-faced crier, as he came back out of
the ring.
They've broke Mckay" he answered;
suspended him."
what did 1 tell your" sneered the Tout,
maliciously; ats the under dog gets the
worst Of 1t every time"
A Celt is an outspoken man when the
prod Of his hot temper has loosened his
tongue, and Nike Gaynor was a Celt In ex-
cess.
The injustice that had come TO his bene-
factor, John Porter, had stirred a tempest
In his Irish soul. A fierce exclamation OF
profane wrath had gone up from him as he
watched the bad start from over the pad
dock rail.
A misguided retribution led Starter Car
son to pass from the judges stand, after
the race. along the narrow passage between
the club stand and the course, to the pad
dock gate. There he met Mike, who forth
with set to failing hin
"Did ye notice a little mare called Lu-
cretia in that race, Mr.. Carson-did yez
see anythin' av her at all down at the
post?"
Carson's eyes twinkled uneasily. Years
OF starting had taught him that self-control
was nine out Of ten rules which should
govern the starters actions.
was there anythin' tn mather wit yer
ancestors eyes that ye come by Mister
Carson?"
The starter made answer with a smile OF
good humored tolerance. But Mike was
only warming up; the hot blood was sting
ing his quick brain and his sharp tongue
Ralloped on with unbridled responsibility.
With the deep pathos Of scoTn he continued;
'Ye're Carson, the starter-Mister Carson!
s'help me, Bob! ye couldn't sthart a sthTeet
car down hill wit bot brakes on!"
Carson ceased to smile; the smile had
passed to other faces. the owners Of which
we're listening with hendish delight to the
eastigation.
Some one touched Mike on the arm, say
ing: Come over into the paddock, Gaynor;
you're barkin' up the wrong tree" 1t was
Dixon.
Bot tumbs upi This games too tough
fer NELL ship me plugs 70 Gravesend.
Win a straight man like Porter gats a
deal av this kind"
Never mind, Mike" interrupted Dixon;
"let It drop"
Carson opened his lips to retort; then
closed them tight, set his square Jaw hrm,
turned on HIS heel and walked away
What d. yeE think aV 1t. b'ye?" appealed
Mike to the others.
You're wrong. Gaynor." declared a thin.
tall, haWk-faeed man, who was In his shirt
sleeves; my boy was In that run and Il
isn't CaTson's fault at all. It's dope, Mike.
Lausanne was fair crazy with II at the
post. and Mckay WAS dead 10 the world