Omaha daily bee., 1902-08-17

yailopin."
How does he work with the others?'
queried Porter.
Runs a bit an then cuts it-won't try
a yard. OF course he's sick from that dope.
an the others are a BIT fast for him. II
we put him in a sellin' race, cheap. he'd
have a lightweight an might do better"
Porter walked on to Lucretia's stall ana
the trainer continued In a monologue to
Lausanne: You big slobi You're a counter
felt, IL there ever was one. But I'll stand
you a drink just to get rid Of you; I'll put a
bottle Of whisky inside your vest day after
tomorrow, an II you win p'rps somebody
II buy you"
Lausanne did not answer-it's a way
, horses have. 1t is doubtful II his mind
quite grasped the situation, even. That
neither Dixon, nor Langdon, nor the jockey
boys understood him he knew-not clearly,
but approximately enough to increase his
stubbornness, to rouse his resentment. They
had not even studied out the pathology OF
his descent sufficiently well to give him a
fair how-to train him in%telligsntly. They
remembered that his sire, Lazzarone, had
a bad temper; but they forgot that he was
a stayer-not given to sprinting. Even
Lauzanne's dam, Bric-a-Brac, was fond of
a long route. was better at a mile and a
half than Eve furlongs.
Lausanne knew what had come TO him Of
genealogy, not in his mind so much as In
his muscles. They were strong but slug
gish. not active but non-tiring. Langdon
had raced Lausanne with sprlnting colts.
and when they ran away from him at the
start he had been unequal to the task Of
overhauling them in the short 2-year-old
run of half a mile. Then the wise man
bad said that Lauzanne's courage was at
fault; the jockeys had called 1t laziness,
and applied the whip. And out OF all this
uselessness. this unthinking philosophy, the
colt had come with a soured temper, a
broken belief in his masters-"LauEanne,
the Despised."
"Porter's trust that his ill-luck had been
changed by a win was a faith OF short life,
for Diablo was most emphatically beaten In
his race.
And then anne the day Of forlorn hope,
the day of LAuzanne's disgrace, inasmuch
as 1t degraduated him into the selling
platter class.
Bad horse as Langdon knew Lausanne to
be IT occurred to him that Porter had
planned a clever coup. He had an interview
with Crane over the subject, but his master
did not at sl share the trainer's belief.
What price would Lucretia or the Dutch
man be in with the anne LOTT" Langdon
asked, argumentatively.
About one to ten Crane replied. ''But
the chestnut's beating them had no bear
ing on this race. From what | see Of Mr..
Dixon, l don't at all class him with you
as a trainer-he hasn't the same re-
source"
Langdon stood silent. s~ullenly turning
over in his mind this doubtful compliment.
I'm not sure" continued the banker,
but that having stuck Porter with
Lausanne, you shouldn't give him a hint
a~bout-weii. as TO what course OF preDara-
ton would make Lausanne win a race for
HIM. The ordinary diet Of oats IL hardly
stimulating enough for such . sluggish
animal"
Langdon frowned. II Crane had not been
quite so strong. quite so full Of unsurpassed
power, he would have rebelled at the as
%sertion that he lad stuck Porter; but he
answered, and his voice struggled between
aspsrity and depreciation. There Amt no
call for me to give that stable any point
ers; Porter put IL to me pretty straight
that the horse had been helped"
And what did you say" blandly inquired
Crane.
Told him to go TO hell"
This wasn't exactly truthful a. We
remember the interview, but its tsrseness
appealed to Crane. and he smiled as he
said; Porter probably won't take your ad-
vice. Langdon; he's stubborn enough at
times. And even II he does know that-thAt
-LauEanne requires special treatment. he
won't indulge him-he's got a lot OF old
fashioned ideas about racing. So you see
L~auEanne is a bad betting proposition"
After Langdon had left. Cranes thought
dwelt on the subject they had JUST dis
eussed.
! From a hackers point Of view LAuzAnns