Omaha daily bee., 1902-10-12

Lauzanne's behavior gladdened the girls
heart. He was as supremely Indifferent OF
the saddling, of the staring of the people.
Of the scent of battle that was in the soft
spring air, as though he were in his own
stable at home. Not a muscle Of his huge
flank trembled. Once as the bride rein
was loosened for an instant he half turned
in the stall, curved his neck and stretched
his golden nozzle toward the small figure
in blue silk, as though he fain would make
sure by scent that one of his natural enc
mics, a man jockey, had not been thrust
upon him. Allis understood this question
ing movement, and, stretching out her hand,
rubbed the gray velvet OF his nose. But
for the restraining rein, frightened quickly
by the boy who held him, Lausanne would
have snuggled his head against his little
mistress.
They understand each other,' said
Dixon to Mike in an undertone; we'll get
all that's in him this trip"
Bot thumbs up! If he don't come in,
I'll eat my hat. The sharks'll get a knock
this journey thatIl make them take a tum-
bile to themselves"
Dixon stepped back to the corner where
Allis was and said: 81 guess l can't give
you no orders. He's a bit sluggish at the
pOStt an u lew ldlSb DTtdhS won I nuTI
him none. Just don't be afraid. that's all.
A mile and a half's a long journey, an
you'll have plenty OF time to take their
measure. He's sure to get away last, but
that won't matter; there'l be plenty Of
o%penin's TO get through after you've gone
a mile. Just keep your eye on The Dutch
man-he's a slayer from 'wayback. an
Wesley may kid you that he's beat comm
up the stretch-for he's slick as they make
them-an' then come with a rattle to the
finish, an nose you out on the post. Don't
never let up. once you're into the stretch
II you're ten lengths ahead don't let the
chestnut down, but keep a good hold Of
him, an finish as though they were all
tapping on your quarter. There's a horse
In the race l don't understand. He can no
more get a mile an a half than l could.
It's the Indian. an why they're putin up
the startln' price beats me; unless" and
he lowered his voice to a whisper, there's
a Job to carry Lausanne or White Moth. or
somethin' of their feet. Just watch the
Indian. an don't let him shut you in on
the rail II you can help 1t. They've put up
Redpath. an that beats me, too. for ! think
he's straight. But the horse hasn't a
ghost of a chance to win. You'd better
take a whip"
II don't want either whip or spurs" an
swered the girl. "Lauzanne will do better
without them
81 know that, but take a whip, Some
thing else in the race might need 1t. An
II you have to use IL, use II good an strong.
II Langdon raises an objection can make
him quit"
Over at The Dutchman's stall there was
a very confident party. Their horse would
go to the post as ht as any thoroughbred
had ever stripped. Langdon was a great
trainer. There was no doubt about that.
II there had been, Crane would have dis
covered IL and changed his executive officer.
The tall son Of Hanover was lean OF flesh,
but great in muscle. He was as though an
Angelo had chiseled with sure hand from his
neck and ribs and buttocks all the marvel
Of useless waste. and left untouched in
sineWy beauty, layer on layer, each muscle
and thew and cord.
Flat-bonsd and wide. the black skinned
legs. and over the corded form a silken skin
Of dull FIRE red. From the big eyes cleaned
an expectant delight Of equine struggle.
Not sluggishly indifferent, as was Lausanne,
but knowing OF the fray. and Joyous in its
welcome.
Hell win on a tight rein cOnhded
Langdon to Jockey Wesley. Hes the
greatest Hanover in the land. There's a
dozen races bottled up in that carcass, and
he slapped the big bay lovingly on the
rump; IAN II you're put to II, Bill, you can
call on him fer the full dozen today. There's
nothin' to IL but yourself and White Moth
carelessly he stepped to the back Of the
stall, touching Wesley as he passed. Kick
ing the loose dirt with his toes and bending
his head to bury his voice, Langdon contin-
ued in a subdued tone; THE indtann cut
out the pace so fast that itll choke on Lau-
zanne The chestnuts a piugger, an amt
no good when II comes to galiopin'. II you
was 10 all loaf around he might hang on
an hnish in front. but the paeen Kill him.
! TN break his heart. The fast gOin' u lay