Evening star., 1902-09-13

don took DIablo by the bride rein and let
him In toward the stalls.
How did he shape under you, westley?''
die.
Il wouldn't ask to ride a better horse
thought had the colt beaten. sure. bnt NV
mount seemed 20 tire little at the finish.
He didn't toss It up. not bit OF ~ ran
as game as a pebble: be just tired at the
nnlsh. l think mile is his Journey He
held the Dutchman safe at a mile
guess you're right. westley; a miles
MS limit. AT level weights with the three
near-oid: Ses,r,,S which means that he had twenty
POUNDS the best OF II. he should have held
MS own the whole route to be a staysr. for
the colt isn't more'n half ready vet :"
didn't hustle him none too much. sir
L might a squeezed bit more out OF MIN
Did We make fair time?r
quite feeler. Mister Jockey" thought
L,angdon TO himself; its news YOU want.
en-? Then he answered aloud. with a d.
plomacy born Of MANY wears of turf tpit,or,.
raIrlsh sort of time; IL might have been
letter: perhaps-a shade under 2:I2
cn''nea cn0usht they might have bettered that a
supple OF seconds But they'll come m
they II come on. both of them. IL anI,h,5v
ASKS d you, Westley, the Dutchman was
Ded'en on, see? 1 don't like To discourage
bapdien, Iiener owners as has good 'uns in the
iaahoicap. Then he added. as a sort Of
after thought. and with wondrous careless-
ness; 1t doesn't matter about The hlacE
aoe. gu h;ioW-hes only a selin' platter. so IL
flAN
When we find soft spot for him an 49,
.Lsht seliln purse or somethin', You'll have
me, .ne leg up with a bet down for you an a
long price, seC?'' - ~
Il understand SIR
by the time Langdon had slipned ,ba
sduuIe from Diablo's back the boy had
was led away num- "h" he
send them home. Wesley Now. Mr..
Srahe. Wen drive back to the house. AM
nave bit Of lunch" O."
AS they drove along Crane bro,,,A. -
the subject of the trial w
ne colt must be extra good Iangdor
bt M .ite . pIack k ls-well, he was represented 10
pe not much account" W
Il guess Diablo's about eoo5 ,,,
w Miin a, a oig handicap If he happened to be
IN one at light weight ~ w
he didn't win today
ne came pretty near IT."
:, But where would he have heen carr,.ir.
ms proper weight?" e
Aoout where he was. l guess"
1ou said as a four-year-oId he shoula
nave mad up a hundred and twentv.siN
and he carried a hundred and +nat,o sly sI1'
on his back eH pouhus
said Sus5 fsIsGsn pass me M that saddle Mr. Crane"
.S A.dhguon, by way Of answer mo NOT
'hat-the one took of Diablo.' Do,
lane reached down his hand but the
sauuie sSi qldnt come quite as freely as n
asked, fretfully " hs
In In itself L reckon-lift it,"
,.h.i Gad! IL 5 heavy. Did Diablo carry that
"Lead-built into it: it's nv old fiddle.
you Know. You're the first man that's had
ms hand on that saddle for some time +
can tell you e'
Then Diablo did carry his full weight &"
him. All upoh
Just about. and carried it like a stak,
horse. too " S
And you"
Yes, l changed the saddles after west-
ley weighed. He's a good bow ana don,
shoot off his mouth much. but an tbs san,e
things will out while riding bows baye fbs
power of speech '"o
= 1t looks as though Diablo had something
III ninl, said Crane. meditativelv
He's got the Brooklyn in him Fancv
the Dutchman In at seventy pounds; that =
What 1t comes to. Diablo's got ninety TO-
tdlg, taIpg, an ne gave the other twenty pounds
touay' you've got the greatest thing on
earth right in your own hands. now"
Langdon hssitated for a minute and then
ADDED: But L guess you knew this all be-
ioIg' or you wouldn't have sent him here"
bought him for a bad horse" answered
Srane, quietly; but If he turns out we'll
tnat so much TO the good. But It's a bIt
OF luck Porter's not having declared him
out to save nearly hundred He seems
10 nave raced pretty loose"
wonder If he thinks I'm taking In the
Iairy tale? thought Langdon. Aloud he
SAID: But you'll back him now sir won't
books" '''' "i'i'eh
yes III arrange that answered the
olner, ana M IN take care of you too. I
suppose Wesley will take the mount"
Surely
We'll. you can give him to understand
that he'll be looked after if the horse wins"
It's the Brooklyn, sir, is it?"
Seems like it."
wont say anything about the race to
Wesley, though"
IN leave all that to you I'll attend to
getting the money on, you do the rest"
When Crane had gone, Langdon paid
lurther mental tribute to his masters as
tuteness. Now / see 1t ALL" he muttered;
the old man just thought to keep me quiet
throw me off the scent till he duplicated
the other trial-wherever they pulled II off.
NOW hes got sure line on the black an
he III make such KILN that the books III
remember him for many a day But yhv
does he keep throwin' that fairy tale into
me about buyin a bad horse to oblige some-
body? A man would be a sucker to believe :
that OF Crane; he's not the sort. But one !
sure thing, he said he'd look after me, an
he Will. He'd break a man quick enough,
but when he gives his word IL stands Mr.
Jakey Faust can look after himself I'm
not goin to take chances of losin' a big
stable of bread winners by doublin' on the
boss
Langdon's mental analysis Of Cranes mo-
tives was the outcome OF considerable ex-
perience: that mans past life was not COM I
patible with generous dealing. His act of ,
buying Diablo had been prompted by new- :
born feelings of regard for the Porters, :
chiefly Allis; but no man, much less Lang ,
don, would have given him credit for other
than the most selfish motives
True to his resolve, Langdon utterly re- I
fused to share his condolences with Jakey
Faust.
We've tried the horses" he said, "and
the Dutchman won but Crane knows more
about the whole business than / do. Yout
go TO him, Jake, or wait till he sends for.
you, an you'll find out all about It. Myl
games to run straight with one man, anyS
way, an I'm going to do it" Z
That was all Faust could learn. whens
an occasion offered he slipped a ten-dollar!
note into Shandys hand. for he knew the,
lad was full open to a brbe, but Shandyj
knew no more than did the bookmaker. The,
Dutchman had won the trial from the black
quite easily was the extent of his knowl-
edge. AS to the horse himself, ShandY
gave him a very bad character, indeed
(To be continued.)
Gods Guidance.
s. z. Kiser in Chicago Record Herald.