The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-09-29

trouble to cool that id bit Of riff-raff
out. Don't take him to any barn. I'm
going to see if I can't give him away
to some pinhead that don't know a
horse from a Washboiler. Hold him
there just a minute
"Just then a darby sport with an
endman makeup leaned over the pad
dock fence and grinned. The excitable
owner caught sight of him-he was on
nodding terms with him.
"Linc,' he said to the black-and- tan
hot sport, do you want a horse?'
"'What kim O. boss, subj inquired
the black man.
""This race horse here spluttered
the excitable owner, pointing to the
gelding. This beaut of a combina-
ton of Hanover, Henry Of Vavare,
Lamplighter, Hastings, Clifford and all
the rest Of 'em back to the First Ara
bian-this cracker jack of my string
He was so smothered with rage that he
could hardly talk plain.
"'Ah wants anythin' whit comes
easy grinningly replied the black
sport Whut yo' all askin' TO- de boss? p
"The excitable owner pushed his hat
to the back Of his head and walked
over to the fence over which the darky
was leaning.
'Linc,' he said hoarsely, trying to
thing for him. If thought I was
cheap skate enough to impose upon
any man, white, red or black, by asking
as much as So for that Internal son of
a gun of mutt I'd toss myself into the
Big Muddy and say Here goes thief
If you want him all you have to do is
to take him by his little halter string
and do as you COMPOUNDED please with
him."
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black sport, hopping into the paddock.
He took the horse from the stable hand
and led him away. AS he went the en-
ragged owner stopped and picked up a
clod and threw it at the geld1ng. 1t
took that owner himself the rest or the
afternoon to cool out.
"The black sport led the gift geld1ng
over to the barn Of we'll known black
owner and trainer, and the two made
arrangements. Now, all of you know
that there are certain thoroughbreds
that have a natural born liking for col
ored folks, and love to have them
around. This gelding was one of that
kind. He muzzled into the coat of his
new owner, the black sport, and the
black trainer, as if he felt that he was
at last back in Kentucky.
Like good many thoroughbred
rogues he was a fine locker, and his
and tribulation the gelding had been
to his former owner, nevertheless
thought that he saw race or so in
him. Three days later when he put
him into a race at a mile and six
teenth, and entered him in the selling
race as a $1,000 proposition at that,
the geldings former owner all but
rolled on the lawn grass-he was so
amused. But he became almost hys-
terical with laughter when the black
sport to whom he had given the animal
approached him shortly before the field
was due to go to the post and said:
"Boss, yo' all kin git yo' checks
/ down on dat boss yo' dun give me.
He's suah uhgoin' tub win by TO
houahs, an they'll be bout thutty tub
one again him."
Eyes, the gelding's former owner
surely was entertained over this. He
enjoyed it. When he was able to talk
at all he said to the black sport:
"Linc, if every paving block in old
ST. Loo was a five-dollar gold piece,
and owned 'em all, I'd rather spend
the rest Of my life digging 'em up with
a pick and throwing 'em at the chief
of police or through the Planters
house windows than put one Of them
on that mule. And you listen to me,
too, coon. There's another winter
coming. I gave you that mutt for soap
fat, not for racing. Be guided
"'Dat's all right, suh,' replied the
black sport, but eff he doan' all win all
kin see mahse'f doin' uh heap uh hahd
runnin'. Evuhy nigguh in st. Loo is
uh-playin' de boss to-day on NAH say