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are removed and the sunlight

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. s,.s a.; n .sssat . ssa 1$.i3 e
Jim whispers to Jessie: 81 am Of
fered $4,000 for Roanoke if he wins
You know what that means for us,
dear?'' =s%t3 & # I.
Jessie's face Pushes.
. You know he will win, but will that
help matters? Nothing will make ia
Their feel differently about it, and I
cannot disobey him. ? s5 b.
There is the usual friction Of start
ing, but now they are off. Roanoke
FORCES steadily ahead. But see! Some
thing happens! She rears wheels.
Coteau Queen gains. Again Roanoke
tplunges and srears. Great beads Of
sweat start on Jim's ashy face By
heavens, Bud is holding her in, andga
breast ahead FORCES Coteau Queen, her
slender body all iron and fire. She's
under the wire. Isl u
sHurrah for Coteau Queenw is the
| cry Of Rlckskin Jones and his satel-
lites. The Infatuated men gather rbund
the judges stand. They bid fair to
tear it down, and with fierce cries Of
derision is mingled the name Of Bud,
the Jockey, who barely escapes rough
handling through the Intervention Of,
| Buckskin Jones. 9 &.
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. Il 81
| win her. and the two thousand is
yourn, 7" whispers he of the grim face.
# a voice shouts I'd ont disappoint
your friends, Jim. We've put our
money on that mare of yourn. =
85s''Y on fool, don't you see they have
changed riders?'' cries another.
| "; As he passes the Osborne carriage.
Jim catches just deeting glance Of a
futtering fchu, and he knows without.
looking how white and tense is the
face above it. .s5.
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 course2 sAs
papoose tiny dusky bit Of human
| ity that has strayed away from the
tepee Of Shunka ii and is pla wing con
tentedly in the dusty course.
The horses are forging almost
abreast rs There is no time to hesitate.
Itsis certain death to the child if it 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 gToan lis 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
lawful second Roanoke's hoofs thunder
in his ears; then he grasps the bare,
brown arm Of the shrieking child and
/ Is back again in the saddle. Earth and
sky reel before him. The shouts of
the people reach him like the farof
echo of another world He is dim1y
conscious Of the tiny brown body tight
y pressed against him, but Rpnoke
never sweryes. 5s.:s s.l
] Coteau Queen s driver Is slashing her