The Savannah morning news., 1902-10-05
THE HUNcH AND THE WOMAN.
nrwARD OF A WIFE WHO oBEYED
HER HUSBAND.

Had to He Pitched ny Two Fohce-
an Through a Trolley Car Win
low to Get to the Track.
From the New York Sun.
washington, Sept. 20.-A Washing
,on woman employed as a buyer for one
=, the department stores has been
o,,usine her friends since her return
..on, New York on Monday last by
,ouing them of her first experience at
racetrack. Her husband is also a
n,ver for a local firm, and the couple
Generally make their buying expedi-
lions to New York together.
ION Friday evening last" she says
nu,ben nv husband and 1 met at the
hotel for dinner, he told me of an en-
.srtaining New York merchant with
,rbom he had done some business that
day. The merchant, it seemed. had
tried pretty hard to work off lot of
sbopworn and out-of-date goods on my
husband, and when he found that he
couldn't do that, and my husband
GOOD naturally jollied him for making
the attempt, he had grinned cheerfully
and replied with great candor:
well. I've found out that the gold
on maxim in business is do others" or
they'll do you
INV husband had not much more
than finished telling me this story
when our attention was attracted by
the conversation of a couple of very
aashily dressed young-old men, both
of them wearing a good many dia-
monds, at the table directly to the
right of ours. They looked horSey, and
they were talking horse.
What caused us to cock up our ears,
however. was the emphatic remark
which one of them made, after glancing
at his newspaper.
"'Golden Maxim goes Tomorrow he
said, and she ought. to walk in
Ibid you hear that?' my husband
asked me, as the two men went on
with their talk. Golden Maxim is a
horse, and how that name does fit in
with the story I've just been telling
you l wonder If it's hunch?'
"He was so much interested in the
bunch that he talked about it right up
to bedtime, and in the morning he an
nounced his intention of taking me to
the track to play it.
I'VE started for the Sheepshead Bay
race-track by way of the Brooklyn
bridge about noon on Saturday. 1t was
about l o'clock when we reached the
found that there was some sort of
breakdown on the line leading out to
the track.
Somebody told us that we might as
well give up all idea of going out to
Sheepshead by the regular trains and
advised US to take the trolley. So we
walked down to where the trolley cars
were and found an enormous crowd
jammed around them, and all of these
folks wanted to go to the races, too, it
seemed. We simply could not get on
a car.
Then one of the trolley parlor cars
came along and my husband and I
made an effort to reach it.
Where do We want to go?' a big,
good-natured policeman inquired of
me, not noticing that my husband was
with me, and 1 replied:
To the races
LEND us hand, Jim,' said the po-
lceman to another policeman standing
alongside of him, and, almost before
knew what was happening, the two of
them had lifted me from my feet as If
l didn't weigh any more than a sack of
salt, which 1 do, and they thrust me
right through one of the windows of
the trolley parlor car as if that sort of
proceeding were the most ordinary
thing in the world. 1 could hear my
husband laughing over my surprise.
There's no chance for me to get on
that car, my husband said, sticking
his head into the car window, and I'm
going to cross back to New York and
go up to Thirty-fourth street ferry and
see II l can't get to the track by that
route. Now, take this handing me a
$50 BILL and If I'm not able to. get
to the track in time, put it on Golden
Maxim straight in the third race
In @f u H.
and there l separated from my hus-
band, and charged with the awful re-
sponsibility of playing a bunch, when
l had never in my life seen the inside
of race track.
The first race was over by the time
the car reached the track, and then
l had to stand in line and buy a ticket
at the window, and by the time 1
reached the grandstand the horses
were already running the second race.
l found a seat up near the top of
the stand, next to pudgy little mid
ole-aged woman, and two minutes aft
CT sat down young man with pencil
Oehlno MS ear came up to her and
counted out an awful lot of money into
ner hand-it must have been more than
5000.
She was all smiles, and she ap-
peared to be guying the young man
VINO handed her the money, but her
taik was so horsey that it was unin-
telhg1ble to me. 1 was hesitating as to
whether I'd better ask her how to bet
on Golden Maxim, when another young
man with a pencil behind his ear came
along IN front of us, saying:
Prices, ladies, priest
What is he Selling?' I asked the
pudgy woman, and she broke into a
laugh and looked at me shrewdly out
out of her beady gray eyes.
He's selling something that most of
us pay for and never get was her
puzzling reply Then she added, seeing,
l suppose, that was such a a new one,
mes grand stand commissioner, my
dear, and he's the man you bet with
II you want to bet
1 do want to bet 1 told her. I
want to bet on Golden Maxim for my
husband
Golden Maxim amt got no chance
N the world she told me, and of
course that distressed me a great deal.
But If your husband told you to play
Golden Maxim she went on, that's
the one you want to stick to, or it'll
make him red-headed. I've got a hus-
oand myself and 1 know how that
goes. 1t makes him red-headed when
let myself git touted off'n his picks
=. Then she plucked at the sleeve of
the young man with the pencil behind
MS ear who was yelling 'Prices!' and
said to him, indicating me:
This lady wants to play Golden
Maxim, son; watchoo layin'?
Ten to one,' said the young man.
No, you don't exclaimed the pudgy
woman, wrathily, winking craftily at
RI fhof ~, foI