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

dust as though she had ridden three races
| Mike assiduously attended to every detail.
| Even the weighing. thanks to his officious
care, was matter of not more than one
minute. The girls weight was 10 pounds
| the saddle brought 1t up to 113 She would
nave to ride at least two pounds over
weight, Tor the horses impost was III. Lau-
| zanne was being led in circle by boy. so
| Allfs shielded herself from the general gaze
| In his empty stall. She felt quite sure that
nobody there would recognize her. unless
| perhaps Philip Crane. He was rarely seen
in the paddock but might this day come
| out to view The Dutchman
| The latter horse came in for a great deal of
| attention, for he had been steadily backed
down to the position of equal favorite WITH
| White Moth
| At last there was the summons to saddle
and Lausanne was brought into the stall by
| Dixon. Then the door was shr onlei by an
ever-changing semi-circle of curious ebserv-
Allis gave a little start and turned me-
| head away as Crane, pushing through the
| others, stood just inside the stall and spoke
to Dixon.
Your horse looks very well. 1 hope you
| win if don't
He's good we could make him.
| answered the trainer, as he adjusted the
| weight cloth.
| rs Miss Porter here?' were Cranes next
words, quite in the tone of a casually m
| terested friend.
She may be in the stand Dixon an
| swered without turning his head Hike had
| deliberately interposed his body between AL
! lis and the doorway. To the girls veief.
| without further comment, Crane quietly
| moved away.
| Excuse me, AL fer standin' in front av
you said Mike, but these outsiders is
| enough to make by narvous the way ;hey
| stare at him. Alan Porter was in the pad
| dock a minute ago askin' fer his sister. but
l hustled him out. telling him you'll mean
| She-waS in the stand
! THANK you, Mike, you're good friend
| in a pinch, replied the girl, gratefully.
| Dixon had never taken so much care over
| the preparation of a horse for a race in all
| his life, and at last everything was as per-
| feet as it could possibly be made
| Lauzanne's behavior gladdened the girls
| heart. He was as supremacy indifferent of
| the Saddllng, of the staring of the people.
| of the scent of battle that was in the soft
| spring air, as though he We're in his own
| stable at home. Not a muscle of his huge
| flank trembled. Once, as the bride rein was
| loosened for an instant, he half turned in the
| stall, curved his neck and stretched his
| golden nozzle toward the small figure in
| blue silk, as though he fain would MAXI
| sure by scent that one of his natural enc
| mics, man jockey, had not been thrus-
| upon him. Allis understood this question:
| ing movement, and. stretching out her hand
| rubbed the gray velvet of his nose. But for
the restraining rein, frightened quickly by
| the boy who held him, Lausanne would have
Struggled his head against his little mis-
tress.
They understand each other" said Dixon
10 Nike IN an undertone; well get all
that's in him this trip
Bot thumbs up! If he don't come in.
~ eat my hat. The sharks'll get a knock
TINS Journey thatll make them take a tum-
BILE to themselves"
Dixon stepped back to the corner where
Allis was and said: Il guess / cant give
you no orders. He's a bit sluggish at the
post, an a few false breaks won't hurt
him none. Just don't be afraid that's all
A mile an n half's a long Journey an von'u
nave plenty of time to take their measure
he sure to get away last, but that won't
matter; ther'll be plenty of openfns to get
through after you've gone a mile Just
Keep your eye on the Dutchman-he's
slayer from wayback; an Wesley NAV
Kid you that he's beat comm IN the
slretch-for he's slick as they make them
an then come with rattle at the finish
an nose you out on the post. Don't never
let up, once you're into the stretch-if you're
ten lengths ahead don't let the chestnut
down, but keep a good hold of him am
nnish as though they were all Tapped on
your quarter. There's a horse in the race
L don't understand He can no more get
mile an a half than 1 could. It's The In
dian, an why they're putin I'D the start
In price beates me; unless" and he lower
cd MS voice to whisper, there's a Job
to carry Lausanne White Moth. or some
tnin or their feet Just watch The Indian
an don't let him shut you in on the rail If
you can help it. They've put up Redpath
an that beats me. too, for 1 think he's
straight But the horse hasn't a ghost of
chance to win. You'd better take a
whip"
Il don't want either whip or spurs" an
sWered the girl. Lausanne will do better
without them"
Il know that, but take a whip Something
else IN the race might need it. An If you
nave to use 1t, use it good an strong If
Langdon raises an objection 1 can make
him quit
Over
very confident party. Their horse would
go to the post fit any thoroughbred
had ever stripped. LangdOn was a great
trainer There was no doubt about that
II there had been, Crane would have dis
covered it, and changed his executive Of
ficer.
The tall son of Hanover was lean of flesh
but great in muscle. He as though
an Angelo had chiseled with sure hand
from his neck and ribs and buttocks all
the marvel of useless waste, and left I'M
touched In sinewy beauty, layer on layer,
each muscle and thew and cord.
Flat-boned and wide, the black skinned
legs. and over the corded form a silken
skin of dull fire red From the big eyes
cleaned an expectant delight of equine
struggle. Not sluggishly Indifferent, as
and joyous in its welcome
He'll win on a tight rein," confided
Langdon to Jockey Wesley. Hes the
greatest Hanover in the land. There's
dozen races bottled up in that carcass"
and he slapped the big bay lovingly on the
rump; AN if you're put to it, Bill, you can
call on him fer the full dozen today. There's
nothin' to it but yourself and White Moth"
Carelessly he stepped to the back of the
stall, touching Wesley as he passed Kick
ing the loose dirt with his toes, and bend
ing his head to bury his voice, Langdon
continued in Subdued tone: THE IndianH
cut out the pace so fast that it'll choke off
Lausanne. The chestnut's a plugger, an