The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1902-09-02

HE GRASPED THE BARE BROWN ARM OF
THE sHRIEKING CHILD.
pressed about them, paying the hon.
age the American is so eager to render
to his god-Success.
A grim faced, thin Tipped man stood
quietly beside Roanoke, passing his
| TANKS and slender limbs.
"What'H you take for herT' he asked
in an undertone
''Not for SALE" replied Harcourt.
.I'll give you $1,000 if she WINS"
murmured the grim man without NOV
ing a muscle Of his face.
1.-TWO thousand dollars! Jim thought
rapidly of a neat cottage on the
ranch, where he could take Jessie in
spite of the disapproval of her stern
old father Judge Osborne, but the eau
ton O. the natural horseman was
strong. He pulled his cigar moment
In silence, while the grim man watched
him closely and murmured carelessly.
''Pll see you after the race"
The Dakota sun beat down merci
Iessly on the grand stand where gath
cred the shoddy aristocracy of a boom
town; upon the fringe of farm wagons
outside the Enclosure, where occupants
craned their necks to see the races
without money and without price, and
upon single Indian tepee standing
near the course. The last was occu-
pied by Shunka Ii, who had set up
his household gods, including squaw,
papoose, dogs, cats and ponies, with
| in the Enclosure, thinking to while
away the tedium of his abundant lei
sure by the excitement of the races.
The last strain of "Just One Girl
dies away, there is BURR of drum,
and the first heat Of the pacing race
is on. But interest In this event is mild.
Anxiety-and cash are centered on the
second heat of the running race, the
next on the programme.
At last the hideous, google eyed
blankets are removed and the sunlight
glances on shining flank, bride and
stirrup. Jim Harcourt. standing be-
side the Osborne carriage, In which sits
Jessie, dainty, patrician and lovely
enough to turn the head Of any man,
sees Buckskin Jones press through the
crowd and slip a folded paper into the
hand of Bud, Roanoke's jockey, who
is already mounted. Fear. anger, ex-
ultation are plainly written upon his
low browed, dissolute face as he reads.
With a sinister smile he tears the paper
in bits.
Jim whispers to Jessie: 81 am Of
fered $4,000 for Roanoke If he wins
You know what that means for us,
dear?"
Jessie's face Pushes.
'1You know he will win, but will that
help matters? Nothing will make IA
Their feel differently about it, and
cannot disobey him."
There is the usual friction of start
ing, but now they are off Roanoke
FORCES steadily ahead. But seel Some
thing happensl She rears-wheels.
Coteau Queen gains. Again Roanoke
plunges and rears. Great beads Of
sweat start on Jim's ashy face. By
heavens, Bud is holding her In, and
breast ahead FORCES Coteau Queen, her
slender body all iron and fire. She's
under the wire
"Hurrah for Coteau Queenr is the
cry Of Buckskin Jones and hts satel-
ntes. The Infatuated men gather round
the judges stand. They bid fair to
tear it down, and with fierce cries Of
derision Is mingled the name Of Bud,
tho Jockey, who barely escapes rough
handling through the Intervention of
Buckskin Jones.
What Jim Harcourt said to his
jockey is not a matter of history, but
when the third heat is called Bud has
disappeared and Jim is mounted on
Roanoke.
"Win her, and the two thousand is
yourn," whispers he of the grim face.
A voice shouts: Don't disappoint
your friends, Jim. We've put our
money ON that mare of yourn"
You fool, don't you see they have
changed ridersT cries another.
AS he passes the Osborne carriage
Jim catches just a fieeting glance of
fiuttering flchu, and he knows without
looking how white and tense is the
face above 1t.
Roanoke responds to the magic of his
touch and voice. They are one length
two lengths ahead They are almost
home. The two thousand will be his.
But what is that in the course? A
papoose-a tiny, dusky bit of human
ity that has strayed away from the
tepee Of Shunka Ii and is playing con-
tentedly in the dusty course.
The horses are forging almost
abreast. There is no time to hesitate.
1t is certain death to the child if 1t re-
main, defeat for him If he rescue it.
but there is only one thing to do.
The crowd takes in the situation and
after one mighty groan is silent Then
in an instant Jim swings himself out
Of the saddle and seems to cling as If
by magic to RoanOke's side. For one
awful second Roanoke's hoofs thunder
In his ears; then he grasps the bare.