Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-10-11

at his side, to fate at his ear to himself
! that spoke within himself Even if 1t
were not all true, if Lausanne were beaten,
what Of 1t? He would lose 500, but that
would not ruin him. 1t would cause him
to save and pinch little, but he was ac-
customed to that
will the betting men take 500 from me
on this horse Lauzanne?' he asked after
the minutes pause, during which these
| thoughts had flashed through his mind.
will they take a hundred? VIII they
take a thousand! Say, what you givin'
map"
IF Lausanne won, I'd win a thousand,
would I?'
IF you put it down straight but you
might play safe-split the hundred, fifty
each way, win an show; Larcen'l be one,
two, three, sure.
Il want to win a thousand" declared
Mortimer.
Then you've got to plump for a win; he s
10 to l."
Mortimer could hardly understand him
self He was falling in with the betting
idea. 1t an age since he had stood at
his desk in that bank, abhorrent of all
when he was actually drawing from his
pocket a roll of bills with which to bet on
a horse
He took a despairing look through the
ticket of human beings that made a living
forest all about in. a last endeavor to dis
cover Alan Porter. Not three PAGES away
a uniquely familiar figure was threading in
and out the changing maze. 1t was Mike
Gaynor.
Mortimer broke from his friend. and with
quick step had reached the trainers side.
II want to find Alan Porter" he said, in
answer to Gaynor's surprised salutation.
He was in the paddock little ago." an
| swered Mike; .'he moight be there still"
Almost involuntarily Mortimer, as he
! talked, had edged back toward his friend
of disconsolate raggedness
Il wanted to go in there-Id like to go
| now to find him. but they won't let me
through the gate
No more they WILL" answered Mike with
| untruthful readiness, for all at once it oc-
| Cured to him that if Mortimer got to the
| paddock he might run up against Allis and
recognize her.
He could buy a badge and get through u
volunteered old Bill. The lid of Nike
! right eye dropped like the slide of Lantern
| as he answered: a
He couldn't ar get III it now; it's too late
wit the nags I1lAsihd him out"
Old Bill made no, comment upon Mikes
diplomatic misstatement anent the badge
| for he had observed the wink, and held
| true to the masonry which exists between
Yes, please send him out then, Mr.. Gay.
nor; it's Important
I'm in a hurry meself" said Mike. 81
| just come out fer a minute; see here" and
| The latter walked by his side for a few
| steps.
who's that guy?si asked the trainer.
II don't know-he calls himself Old Bill
| well, you best look out, he looks purity
tough. What's he, playin' you fer?'
He advised me to bet on Lauzanna."
THE divil he did. What tn yellow moor
does he know about the chestnut? Did yor
| back him?"'
Not yet"
| Are YOU goin to?"
II don't know. Do you think Lausanne
| might come in frst?"
| A slight smile relaxed the habitually
| drawn muscles of Mikes grim visage. /,
| was moons since he had heard ANYBODY
| talk of a horse coming in first" he wa:
| indeed a green better. this young man OF
! the counting house. What was he doine
| there betting at all? Mike wondered. II
| must be because of his interest in the girl
| his reason answered.
! IT t'ink he'll win If he does his best fe,
| her.
! Does his best for who?"
| Mike got to cover; his ungoverned tongue
was always playing him tricks
Miss Allis is managin' the horses" he
explained. very deliberately IAN there's q
/ new boy up on Lauzanne's back, d'you un.
! derstand; an ii the chestnut doesn't sulk