Evening star., 1902-08-16

anybody wants to claim him they can"
Il thought of starting Diablo in that mile
handicap; he's in pretty light. He's about
all we've got ready
"All right. Dixon Porter replied at
may be that we've broke our bad luck with
the little mare"
They were standing in the paddock dur
ing this conversation. 1t was in the fore
noon. Dixon had come over to the secre-
tary's office to see about some entries be
fore u o'clock. When the trainer had fin
isLed his business the two men walked
across the course and infield to stable 10
where Dixon had his horses AS they
passed over the "Wister course" as the
circular track was called, Dixon pointed to
the dip near the lower far turn.
Its a deuced funny thing" he said
speaking reminiScently, but that little hol-
low there settles more horses than the last
nifty yards of the finish; it seems to make
the soft ones remember that they're runnin'
when they get that change. an thev stop.
l bet Diablo II quit right there; he's done it
three or four times
He was the making of great horse as a
two-year-old, wasn't he, Andy?"
They paid long price for him, if that's
any line; but think he never was no good
1t don't matter how fast a horse is If he
won't try
i've an idea Diablo II be good horse
yet" unused Porter. you can't make a
slow horse gallop, but there's a chance of
curing horses temper by kind treatment
I've noticed that a squealing pig generally
runs like the devil when he takes it into his
head" ~
"Diablo's a squealing pig If there ever
was one" growled Dixon.
They had reached the track stable, and.
as if by a mutual instinct the two men
walked on till they stood in front of Ian
zanne's stall.
Hes good enough locker, amt hep
commented Dixon, as he dipped under the
door bar, went into the stall and turned the
horse about He's the picture of his old
trn I l..
horse over critically; IAN "a ID sight
bigger rogue, though the old one was bad
enough. Lazzarone won the Suburban with
bllnkers on his head, bandages on his legs
an God knows what in his stomach He
was second in the Brooklyn that same vear
I've always heard he was mule an 7
guess this one got it all, an none of the
gallopin'."
queried Porter.
Runs bit an then cuts it-won't trv a
yard or course he's sick from that done.
an the others are bit fast for him. If we
put I'm. him IN sellln race. cheap, he'd have
a light weight, an might do better"
Porter walked on to Lucretia's stall and
the trainer continued in a monologue to
Lauzanne: You big slob! you're a counter
felt. II there ever was one. But I'll stand
you a drink just to get rid of Won. rn nnt
a bottle of whisky inside your vest dav
after tomorrow, an If you win p'raps some
bodyll buy YOU
LduZdHne dld not anSWer-itS a way
horses have. 1t is doubtful If his mind ouite
grasped the situation even That naitber
Dixon nor Langdon nor the jockey bovs nm
derstood him he knew-not clearly h,t M
proximately enough to increase his sinh
pornness, to rouse his resentment Thev
had not even studied out the pathology Of
his descent sufficiently well to give him a
fair show-to train him intelligently. Thev
remembered that his sire, Lazzarone had
pad temper; but they forgot that he was a
stayer-not given to sprinting. Even Ian
zanne's dam, Bric-a-Brac, was fond of a
long route. was better at a mile and hole
than five furlongs.
Lauzanne knew what had come to bi,, 20
genealogy, not in his mind so much as IN
his muscles. They We're strong but s1ng-
gish. not active but non-tiring Iangdon
mad raced Lauzanne with sprinting colts
and when they ran away from him at the
start ne mad been unequal to the task of
overhauling them in the short two-vear-
old run of half mile Then the wise man
had said that LauZannes courage was at
fault; the jockeys had called it laziness and
applied the whip. And out of all this use
lessness, this unthinking philosophy, the
colt had come with a soured tsmner
broken belief in his masters-"I.auzannet the
Despised." 'ie
Porter's trust that his ill-luck had been
changed by win was a faith of short life
1or Dlablo was most emphaticalIy beaten in
his race. III
And then came the day of forlorn hons,
the day of Lauzanne's disgrace, inasmncb
as 1t degraduated him into the selling
platter class.
BAD morse as Langdon knew Lauzanne to
De, II occurred to him that Porter had
Planned a clever coup. He had an inter-
view with Crane over the subject, but his
lief. 'e
What price would I.ucretia or the Dutcb