Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-10-18

the bay Wesley was riding with whip and
spur.
In a walk-in a walk. l tell your' fairly
screamed Old Bill, clutching at Mortimer's
arm; didn't l tell you? We're thousand
to the good. Look at him, look at him."
lie had climbed half way up Mortimer's
strong back in his excitement. Look at
the kid! Never moved-in a walk, in a
walk! Larcen all the way for thousand!'
His voice. generally weak and tattered like
his clothes, had risen to shrill scream of
eXUltation.
1t was past all doubt. Lausanne a length
in front of the Dutchman was opposite the
stand; in two seconds they had flashed by
the Judges box and Lausanne had won.
Inc wave of humanity that swept down
the steps carried Mike in its front wash.
He took his stand close to the judges FoX,
where he would be handy for whatever
might be needed. He saw Langdon, with
! face dark and lowering, full of an evil
discomfort, standing there.
Back the seven runners Cantered. Lau-
:1nne's rider saluted the judge with his
whip and. slipping from the horse took the
saddle and passed quickly into the scales.
The weight was right. One after another
the boys weighed.
Watching, Mike saw Langdon pass UP TO
the stewards There was a short consuita-
ton. the hush of something wrong, and
murmur of objection.
whats the matter?' voice questioned
in Mikes ear. 1t was Alan Porter who had
spoken.
Mike pushed his way to the small gate,
even through it. that led up to the stewards
stand As he did SO Langdon came back
down the steps.
one of the stewards following him with
quick eyes, saw Mike, and beckoned with
a finger.
There's an objection to the rider of Lau
zanne.' said the official Trainer Langdon
says Alan Porter rode the horse under
permit belonging 20 boy named Mayhe.'
He's mistcOk, sir" answered Mike. re-
spectfully. There's Alan Porter standin'
down there in the crowd. I'll sind him up,
sir, an you can ask him YOURSELF
Gaynor passed hurriedy down the steps,
seized Porter by the arm and whispered in
his ear. Tell the judge your name, and
that a by named Mayne rode Lausanne.
Quick, now
Then Gaynor stepped up to Langdon. The
latter had seen Alan Porter go up the steps,
and realized that he had made a mistake.
Mike drew him inside the little Enclosure
that surrounded the stand.
There's Alan Porter wit the Stewards,
Gaynor whispered. close to the mans face;
AN you'll Withdraw the objection at once.
If you don't you'll have to settle wit the
stewards fer tryn' to bride the by, Mayne,
to pull Lausanne And Shandy has owned
up that he was to get five hundred fer
dusn' Lucretia. You'll withdraw now or
get ruled off fer life; besides plslnin a
horse is Jail business: an I'll take me oath
before God l can prove this, too Now go
an withdraw quick You're d-n black
guardr'
Mike h3I meant 10 restrict nlUlStll 10 UP
lomatic pressure. but his Irish was up like
a fash and he couldn't resist the final eX-
preston of wrath.
A crowd Of silent men had gathered about
the box in a breathless wait Fortunes
denended upon the brief consultation that
was being held between the stewards.
AS Alan Porter came down Langdon went
up the steps with nervous haste. I've
made a mistake gentlemen" he said to
the stewards. with your permission l
will withdraw the objection
Yes, it's better that way returned one
of the stewards. THE best horse won,
and that's what racing's for. 1t would be
a pity TO spoil such a grand race on
technicality."