The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1902-02-18


climbed with the mercury, the devil
in Bay Prince broke out rampant. The
stall few into bits as those mighty
heels thrashed to the right and left;
down came the door, and he was free
to work his will.
The men scrambled wildly to places
of safety, each shouting orders to the
other. Little Pete, the satellite of Jim,
had been stealing nap in the corner
Of the barn, and when the alarm came
no one thought of him until the raging
beast swept toward the spot where he
lay. A prolonged cry went up from
the negroes as, powerless to reach the
child, they saw him seized by the
shoulder and swung upward. and then,
from somewhere, came a clear. low
whistle, sweet as thrush's note. The
horse paused, his fine ears alert, still
as carved bronze. Again it came, and
the Mortified negroes saw the little
mistress standing in the doorway.
"Prince. Prince, drop him and come
here, SIR" And to the establishment of
Pete, whom terror had stricken to ST.
lence, he was dropped to the floor with
a dull thud, and Bay Prince walked.
gently nickering, to where Jess stood,
with her hands full of sugar.
/ looked toward the grand stand,
but could not see Jess anywhere. 1t
was almost time for the race. and the
excitement was rising to fever heat.
Up in the judges stand a little knot of
men were holding an animated discus
sion, judging from their gestures. l
strolled up to them.
Il say it is against all precedent a
short man in checked suit was vocif-
Grating.
at makes no difference about his
name. How do you know if any of
them own the names they carry?" said
another, and old Colonel Sylvester
elinched the subject.
at is merely a matter Of pounds. We
know the horse and the owner. Let
him rider
"What is it all about?' questioned,
and the colonel replied.
Squire Montgomery's jockey has
disappeared. He was to have ridden
Bay Prince in this race. There is a
boy down there that claims he knows
the horse. but he will not give his
name. There has been some little OBJ.
lection therefore to allowing him the
zount." He turned to the others.
Have your consent, gentlemen
I. l.
and the boy at the weighing block
picked up his saddle and stepped on
the scales.
Ten minutes later they were in line
below the stand = sorrel and bay,
chestnut and gray; but peerless among
them all, the son of Hindoo fretted
and paved, rolling his eyes, that now
showed the "battlefag" more than
ever. His foes were worthy of his
best stride-Zingara, the red mare,
queen of the Blackman stables; Fleur-
de-lis of Bannockburn. with the hon
ors Of the Tennessee Derby still fresh;
Black Rover, Walpurgis. The Thun-
derer, Malcontent and His Highness,
a great red brute from the famous
Chanton stud.
Quivering. electric, with the scent OF
battle in their faring nostrils, as the
tense muscles rose and fell in great
cords in the mighty TANKS! The gor-
geous little figures sitting low down in
the saddles settled themselves as the
red flag fell. Cor and away down
the stretch few prism of red, yellow
green and purple. blending in the Ken
lucky sunlight, around the white rib
bon of track. The first quarter passed
and the bunch closed up, neck and
neck, shoulder to shoulder. Another
quarter and one fell behind. Black
Rover was in the lead Around the turn
and down the home stretch and Bay
Prince had crept to Black Rover's
shoulder. Now it was neck and neck
and a wild yell went up from 5000
throats as black and bay were nose
and nose. Twenty yards, and the red
jacket lay down in the saddle. They
were near enough for the judges to see
the dash Of the great bays eyes as he