Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-07-19
Lay CRUSHED, CRUSADER JUMPED

| tip dat dere was a KILN on, an 1 axed
Dick Langdon if dere was anything dom !,
| and Dick says to me, says he putin bot
| thumbs up,"-and Mike held both hands out
| horizontally with the thumbs stiff and YER
| teal to illustrate this form of oath
there's nottin' doin'. Mike, says he.
What dye tink of that, sir, an me know
| in there was?" asked Mike tragically.
ITS the biggest tip that always falls
down, Gaynor, and they've got to be pretty
| swift to beat Lucreta.'
THAT illy's all right; she's worked out
| well enough to do up that field of stiffs.
| amt no rail- bird, but I've had me eye on
| her. But 1 amt dom no stunt about
! horses, Mister Porter; I'm talking about
| men. TIL fiily's honest, and you're honest.
sir, but you don't rode tn mare youself,
! do your
/ You think, Mike" began Mr. Porter,
| questioningly; but Gaynor Interrupted him
| with: Il don't think nottin' sir, an l amt
| sayin' nottin'. l amt never been up before
! crooked talk, but there's boy ridin' in
| that bunch today wat got six hundred for
t'rOwing me down once, see? Sip me God I!
| he pulled Blue Smoke to a standstin on me-
| KNOWN that 1t would break me. That was
! at Coney Island two years ago"
| And you don't remember his name, I
! suppose, Mixer"
| Il don't remember nottin' but that I got II
| in the neck. But you keep your eye open,
| sir. You t'ink that none of the b'ys would
! trow you down cause you've been good to
them, but some of 'em are that mean theyd
| steal tn sugar from fly. / knows 'em. l
hears 'em talk, cause they don't mind me-
| t'ink I'm one of tn gang"
THANK you very much. Gaynor; + an
preciate your kindly warning: but hope
you're mistaken all the same" said Porter
! Then he proceeded on his way toward stall
! five. in which was Lausanne.
| How do. Mister Porter
1t was Philip Crane, standing Just outside
| of the stall, who thus addressed him "Got
sonnet hing running tO0aV?' ha
| with vague Innocence.
Langdon. just inside of the box, chuckle5
| softly. Surely Crane was a past master in
| duplicity.
I'm starting Lucretia in this race" re-
| piled Honest John.
"Oh! Then Crane took Porter gently nv
the sleeve, and drew him half within the
! STALL "Mr. Langdon, who trains a horse mr.
| two for me, says this one'll WIN" and he in
Dictated the big chestnut colt that the
trainer was binding tight to a light racing
Porter" Crane added.
| Lucretia carries my money" answered
| Porter in loyalty.
| I4angdon looked up, having cinched the
girth tight. and took step toward the two
| men.
| well. we both can't win" he said, half
insolently, IAN don't think there's any,
thing out today IL beat Lausanne"
| 1.-THE mare IL beat him., retorted porter
CURLY, nettled by the others cock-sureness
'I'll bet you one horse against the othnr
| the winner to take both.p cried I.anpdor
| in sneering, defiant tone
I've made my bet" said Lucretia,s
| owner, quietly. .n
II hear you had an OFFER of five tbons.,a
for your filly. Mr.. Porter" half oueried
| Crane. 3Iu-.t1
| II did, and refused IT,
| And here's the one that IL beat bar "a
| day. an I'll sell him for half that" as
| serted the trainer, putting his hand on Lar1.
| cannes neck. 3 st9a'
Exasperated by thaD persistent boastf,,-
ness Of Langdon. Porter was angered into
| saying, eff he beats my mare, I'll give Won
| that for him myself" - : '00
'Donep' snapped Langdon. 'Tve said n
| an I'll stick to It," Sc ~
! 81 don't want the horse" began Porter.
| but Langdon interrupted him.
| "Oh, If you want to crawl
| IT never crawl" said Porter, f1ercelv set
| don't want your horse, but just to show vo,,
what think Of your chance Of winning. I'll
| give you two thousand and half il yo,,
beat my mare, no matter what wins the
| race"
| 1T think you'd better call this bargain off
! ooh, the bargain will be off," answered
| John Porter; eft I'm any Judge. Iauzanne's
| running his race right here in the stan
His practiced eye had summed up Ian
| zanne as chicken-hearted one: the sweat
| was running in little streams down the his,
| chestnuts legs and dripping from his bellv
| into the drinking earth spit-spat. drip-drip.
his head was high held in nervous appre-
| hension; his lips twitched. his tanks trep-
| bled like w.nd-distressed water and the
white of his ave was showing orpfpousI,,