Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-09-20

ter, and on the morning of the 24th, the
eventful day, she poked her mouse brown
nozzle over the bar of her stall when Allis
came to look at her and seemed to say, I'll
do my part today.
Nothing could have been wished for in
Lucretia's appearance that wasn't there
except just the faint suspicion of a sacri-
fee of strength to speed. But If the frame
wasn't there, the good strong heart was
the courage and the gentleness and the
wisdom, and the glow Of perfect health
For hours the huge ferry boats had borne
to Long Island crowd after crowd of lager
impa tient New Workers. Lovers of horses
lovers of gambling, pure and simple; holt
day makers and those who wished to see
the Brooklyn run out of sheer curiosity :;
train after train, busy of life as elongated
beehives. whirled these atoms of humanity
to the huge gates of the Gravesend arena,
wherein were to battle that day the picked
thoroughbreds, old and young.
Even like bees, black-coated and buzZing
the eager ones swarmed from the cars and
revived in the great stand. Betting ring
and paddock and lawn became alive be-
cause of their buzz; tier after tier from
step to roof, the serrated line of white
faced humanity waited for the grand strug-
gle.
The first race was but race, that was
ALL Horses galloped, but they did not
gallop other days? 1t was not the Brook
Ign. And also the second was but another
race How slow and of what little interest
were the horses Verify, neither was 1t
the Brooklyn and it was the Brooklyn 49,
coo pairs of eyes had come to see. Down
in the betting ring men of strong voice bel
lowed words of money odds, and full
muscled shoulders pushed and carried heads
about that were=tntent on financial bust
nesses. But what of that? 1t was not the
Brooklyn, 1t was gambIng.
Out in the paddock small, brown mare
of gentle aspect, with big soft eye full of
dreamy memory'of fresh shooting grass,
walked with easy stride an elliptical circle,
Her fetlocks fair kissed the short grass in
an unstable manner, as though the joints
were all too supple.
Inside of the eiroleI stood Allis Porter
and the man of square jaw and square
shoulder. That was Andy Dixon. Present
ly to them came Mike Gaynor.
We're gettin' 'nextit now, Miss Allis;
we'll soon know all about it."
Were all ready, Mike" said Dixon with
square solemnitysr when they've beat the
little mare they'll be Seatchin' the judges
eye" IN
There's nothing left now, Mike. but lust
| hope for little luck" added the girl.
you're talking now, Miss Allis. Luck 8
the trick from this out. The little mare'll
have straight run this trip. Here's the
A little man in blue jacket and white
stars Joined them, saluting Miss Allis with
a riding whip Are you going to win,
Redpath?' asked the girl.
mare to ride, but it's big field. There's
some boys riding that ought to be in the
stable rubbing horses.
you'll have to get out in front" said
Dixon speaking low; your mares too light
to stand crowdin', an even If you have to
take her back for breath after you've
gone half the Journey she'll come again.
for she's game"
Then Langdon fellows thinks they've
got a great chance with our CASTOR dab
To-" volunteered Mike. IT had a peep at
him in the STALL an he's lookin purity fit"
HE never was no class, objected Dixon.
'If you'd see him gallop the day he run