Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-10-04

of the girl when he returned home.
"Oh, he knew. 1 whispered in his ear as
we cantered along, and he'll be all right
he'll keep my secret"
well, 1 think he's due to a pipe opener
tomorrow. It's just three days till the
Derby, an we've got to give him a strong
workout Besides it'll put you next what
you've got to do in the race Tomorrow
around once, an then send them the full
mle-an'- a-quarter as though there was
, money hung up for it. I'll catch his time
an We'll get wise to what he can do
This program was carried out, and as
Dixon looked thrice at his watch after the
gallop to make sure that he was not mis-
taken in the time. 211, he began to wonder
If, after all, the girl was not nearly right
in her prophetic hope that the despised
Lausanne would win the Brooklyn Derby.
He can move; he surprised me-" the
trainer said to Allis as she dismounted
He's not blown either; he's as fresh as a
daisy. Cad! we'll do those blackguards up
yet believe"
The gallop had attracted Mikes atten-
ton also. AS Allis moved away he called
after her, II say, by, how'd on a minute
What's your name. ennyway?"
AL" answered the small voice.
We'll, by me faith! you didn't put up
no bad ride. You handled that horse foine
Don't run away, lad he added, hurrying
after the retreating Allis.
Before she could escape him, he had her
by the arm, and turned about face to face
Even then he didn't recognize her, for Allis
had taken a most subtle precaution in her
makeup. The delicate olive of her cheeks
was hidden under a more than liberal al
lowance of good agricultural cosmetique. 1t
had been well rubbed in, too, made Of
plastic adherence by the addition of muci-
lage.
"Jasus! what doirty FACET exclaimed
Mike. But yez kin ride, by so dirt don't
count; clean ridin' s the thing"
If Allis hadn't laughed in his face, being
n he hQ nf yn1r16
not have recognized her-even then he didn't
hit 1t off quite right.
trn Aian IN, Porter P ad,, he sasped Bot
"Hush!' and small warning finger was
held up.
Don't fear. by. that I'll give 1t away
NUNS the word wit me. But I'm id If
fought tS n. you could roide like that It's JUS
1t as natural as ducks Mike had
habit OF springing half-finished sentences
| on his friends. Yer father could rode
afore you. none better, an Miss Allis can
sit a horse finer nor any by as isn't top
notcher But this beats me, id If it
doesn't. I understand" he continued. as
Allis showed an inclination to travel; you
don't want the push to get on to you. They
won't nayther-what did you say your name
was. sonny?"
"A1 Mayne."
You're a good boy, AL / hope Dixon
lets you rode the chestnut in the Derby.
I'd give wan av me legs-an' I needs them
bot'-to see you beat out that gang av
highway robbers that got at the mare.
They'll not git at the chestnut, for I'll Shape
| in the stall meself."
| AS Ailis moved away Mike stood watching
| the neat figure. :
That's the game. eh?" he muttered to
himself; the gal don't trust Redpath no
more'n do: palaver don't cut no Ice wit
| her. The by didn't finish on Lucretia, an
that's all there Is to 1t. But how's Alan
| goin' to turn the trick in a big field of
rough-ridin' bys? II It was the girl her
self" sudden brilliant idea threw its
strong light through Mikes brain pan. He
! took a dozen quick shuff1ing steps after