Omaha daily bee., 1902-09-28

have got shut in. All. here comes Redpath
now" as the jockey returned from the
weighing scales.
Redpath seemed to think that some ex-
PLANTATION was necessary. as he came up to
Allis and the trainer, so he aid
The little mare seemed to have a chance
when l turned into the stretch. an l
thought once was goin' to win; that big
black just kept galloping. galloping, an !
never could get to his head. ia a been In
the money. though, II somethin' hadn't
bumped me. and then my mount Just died
away-she Just seemed to die away" He
repeated this In a falling decsdence, as
though it best expressed his reason for
Ah,nhing In the ruck.
well, we're beat, an that's all there lie
to It," declared Dixon, half savagely; then
he added, AN by a cast of out Of your
fathers stable, too, Miss Allis. II there's
any more bad luck owin' John Porter,
hanged IL l wouldn't like to shoulder it
myself, an give him a breather." Then,
with ponderous gentleness for a big, rough
thrown-together man, be continued: Don't
you fret. miss. the little mares all right;
she'll pull your father through all this; you
cheer up. I've got to go now an look
after her."
When the trainer had gone the Jockey
luTutu u AlllS ntelldlluBlg ~ HdAui
"Dixon's correct about the little mare;
she's all right. l wouldn't speak even afore
him, though he's all right, too, but
and he looked about carefully to see thai
nobody was within earshot. Two men were
talking a little further out in the paddock,
and Redpath, motioning to Allis, stepped
close to the stall that was next to the one
Lucretia had occupied. Il could a been in
that money"
The girl started. Crane had said that the
jockey had stopped riding.
Yes, miss, you mustn't blame me, for
took chances of bein' had up afore the
stewards"
You did wrong IL you didn't try to win, e
exclaimed Allis, angrily.
81 did try to win, but 1 couldn't. 1 saw
that I'd never catch that big black, he wal
going too strong; his long strides was Just
breaking the little mares heart. She's the
gamest piece Of horsefesh-say. Miss Por.
ter. believe me, It Just hurt me- to take 4
out Of her, keeping up with that long-legget
devil. If l could a-headed him once, JUS
got to him once-I tried 1t when we turned
into the straight-he'd have quit. But i
was no use-the mare couldn't do 1t. Will
him out OF the race I'd have won; l could a
teen second or third as 1t was, but 1t nigh
| udNbu Ouo lub lulu mdIO UP ~ III u
be any good all season. l thought a bi
over this when I was g%alloping. l knew sht
was in the Brooklyn Derby, an when hat
the others beat at a mile, thinks l, IL thu
public don't get on to 1t, Mr.. Porter can ge
all his losses back in the Brooklyn Derby
That's why l eased upon the little mare
You don't think l could do anything crooked
against you, miss? Give me the mount II
the Derby, an your father can bet his las
dollar that Lucretis'll win it,"
AS he finished speaking Mike Gsynor shut
fed modify up to them. Usually Mike
clothes suggested a general dependency
his why body devoid Of roundness as a rat
trap, seemed inadequate to the proper eX
preston OF their original design TIL
habitual air Of endeavorless decay had beel
accentuated by the failure OF Lucretia t.
win the Brooklyn. Mike had shrunken int,
his acknowledging coat with pstheti
moroseness. The look of pity In his ey,
when it lighted upon Allis gave place Il
one of rebellious accusation as he turnet
his head slowly and glared at Redpath.
You put UP a bad ride thore, BY h
commenced, speaking in a hard, dry, de1an
tone; "a bad ride, an no mistake. Mind
I'm not sayin' you could a won, but 20,
might a tried" and he waited for Redpath'
defence.
she was all out, Mike, beat. What wa
the use Of driving her to death when sh,
hadn't the ghost Of a CHANGER"
You're a little too hard on Redpath,
demonstrated Allis; hes just been tellinI
me that he didn't wish to punish the mar
unnecessarily"
His business was to win il he could
miss" answered Mike, not at all won over
~
up a big finish. The black would have qui
IL you'd ever got to his throat-latch; he
soft, that's what he is. An Just wher,
you could have won the race. pra'ps, yor
quit ridin' an let him come home alone
It's queer b'ys that's ridin' now, miss,
Gaynor added fercely, nodding his head il
great decision and. turning away abruptly
the petulant moroseness showing deepe
than ever in his wrinkled face.
you mustn't mind Mike, Redpath," SAT-
Allis: hes a good friend of our family AM
is upset over the race, that's all"
81 don't blame him." answered tn,
Jockey; "he would have rode 1t out an
spoiled your chances with the mare-tha
would have done no good"
still l hardly like IT," answered the girl
II know you did it for my sake, but 1
doesn't seem quite right. Don't do anything
like this again. OF course | don't wan
Lucretla pushed beyond her strength, no
cut up with the whip, but she ought to ge
the place IL she can. People might hav
backed her for the place and we've throw
away their money"
The betters will look after their owl
interests. Miss Porter. and they wouldn'
help you a little bit II you needed It; they
be more like to do you a bad turn. II T.
: driven the mare to death, an beaten for tn
place, as l might have, the papers woul
have sailed me for cruelty. You must be
lieve that l did 1t for the best. miss"
Il do. and I suppose 1 must thank you. bu
A don't do 1t again. ia rather you didn'
carry your whip at all on Lucretia. she don
need it, but don't ease her up if you've go
a chance till you pass the winning post"
As the two finished speaking and move
away a thin, freckled face peered %furtivel
from the door OF stall No. 6. Just the fer
retlIke eyes and a knife-thin nose shove
past the woodwork, but there could be n
mistaking the animal. 1t was Shandy.
i've got you again." he muttered. "Blas
the whole tribe of you! I'll just pip 20
on that dirty work. blowed II l don't"
CHAPTER XVIII.
The Brooklyn had been run and won; wo
n by Langdon's stable and lost by John POI
Il ter's. That night Allis spent hours tryin
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