Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-10-18

Crane : Suggestion lIlil NH' ''S "SAH 1870
Alan Porter kept echong in his ears He
had wondered where Dixon had got this new
boy. why he was putting him up on Lauz-
anne instead of Redpath. 1t seemed
foolish thing to give the mount to an APP
prentice when good jockey was to be had
Could it be that it really was Alan? the
whole family were natural born jockeys
father and son. even the girl. Alls.
Langdon knew nothing of Alan Porters
moveme nts-had not been interested enough
to know He had heard dorogatory re
marks about Redpaths riding of Lu-
cretia in the Brooklyn handicap. The Por-
tiers no doubt dissatisfied suspicious of tn
jockey-had put mp Alan to insure an hon
est ride.
Lansion had thought tn Sc thoughts as
he passed swiftly from the paddock to the
stand incl1surc whore H. stood not far
from the rail. trying to get a good look at
the lad on Lausanne. Allis' persistently
averted face thwart,d this. The boy was in
scr!bed on the jockey board al Mayne.
The permit to ride must be under that
name II it were really Alan Porter, why
had he been called Mayne?
While LaEGdun l-hoctd over the problem
of Mayac's identity. he had watched the
horses at the post through his glasses. The
Dutchman had behaved well, his trilie OF
eagtrness to break away was even better
than I.auZauuC'S iudGltrt indifference. inc
other five had acted as three-year-ods are
wont to aCt-Uith errauc decision; one
minute violent desire. and the next ohstl-
nate reluctance Char;,CterizirE their inter-
nina BILE twiStingS. baCklngS and plunGlnSS.
1. had not been for long; a neck or half
length at the start meant little when mile
and half stretched its firing length be
tween them and the finish post.
Laugdon's perpleNty was cut short by the
cry They're off! :" the jingle of a bell and
the scurrying of many feet, as eager men
rushed for higher points of observation III
the stand.
As the seven horses came laundering by,
pulling double in eager ignorance of the
long journey that lay before them. LangiOn
saw with evil satisfaction that the Indian
was well out in the lead.
The Dutchman WAS sixth. and behind
with a short awkward strength in his gal
lop. loafed Lausanne.
There was smoothn@ss in the stride of
HanOVers big son. the Dutchman, and
Langt!on. as he watched him swing with
strong grace around the first turn, mentally
fingered the $1,000 that would shortly be
his
That skate win he sneered. as Lau-
zanne followed. He gallops like a fat pig.
He can't live the paCe-he can't live the
pace he repeated. and his voice was
mellow with cheerful exultation.
His observations seemed eminently truth
full. Aliis' horse trailed farther and far
Their behind the others.
Out in front galloped with unseemng
haste The Indiana brown blotch of swift
gliding color. Two lengths from his CLINT
ing heels raced four horses in a bunCh-twO
bays, a gray and black. so close together
that they formed small mosaic of notified
hue against the green background Of the
field beyond.
Then the Dutchman, with his powerful
stride. fun of easy mOtion-a tireloss gallop
that would surely land him the winner,
Langdon thought. as he hung with breath
lie int Of WaS Laws
body
Up in the stand Old Bill was expressing
In forid race track speech, to Mortimer his
deductions
That's good by on Larcen. See what
he's dom he's traiin' him. That's where
our horse gifts it, he's a stretch runner. he
Is. They'll have bellows to mend when he
tackles EN-"
To Mortimer it appeared very much as
though the other horses were too fast for
Lausanne. Isn't he losing?" he asked of
his exuberant friend.
'Losln' nothin'. The kid amt moved on
him yet The others Is gallOpin' their heads
of: they're chasin' the crazy skate in front.
There's only two jocks in the race worth a
d-n-Bil Wesley an the kid on our
horse. He knows he's got to beat the
Dutchman. an he's lyin' handy by. When
you see the Dutchman move up, Larcenu
come away, or I'm a goat"
Mike Gaynor had taken his place on the
little platform at the top Of the steps lead
Ing 10 the stand. He was watching the
race with intense interest Would Isauz-
anne do his best for the girl-Or would he
sulk? He saw the terrific pace that The
Indian had set the others. Would 1t dis
courage their horse? His Judgment told
him that this fast pace could not last and
that Lauzanne could gallop as he was going
from end to end of the mile and half
even faster II he so wished. Would the
rider have the patient sJeadlness of nerve
TO walt for this fulfllment Of the Inevitable
or would she become ratified and urge the
Gaf &c II.
were driven hard into his rough palms as
ne strained IN sympathy with the girls
quietude.
How long The Indian held on in his mad
lead! Perhaps he might even upset all
clever calculation and last long enough to
win. Already the gray. White Moth had
drawn out from the bunch and was second:
the other three were dropping back in
struggling order to the Dutchman who was
still running as he had been strong That
was Il the mile. At the mile and an eighth
White Moth was at The Indians heels: the
Dutchman had moved up into third place,
two lengths away. and Lausanne had be-
come merged in the three that were already
beaten At the mile and a quarter a half
thrill OF hone came to Mike, for Lausanne
was clear OF the ruck and surely gaining
on the leaders And still his rider was lying
low on the withers. just blue bur on the
dark gold OF the chestnut
Bot thumbs, but they're pairr' NUT
tered the Irishman. by me soul, I think
they'll win
AT the bottom turn into the stretch Mike
could see that White Moth and the Dutch
man had closed up on The Indian. so that
they swung wide around the owner of the
horse.
Cad. she's shut om"' he muttered. II
was living wall and through little chinks
In Its quivering face he could see specks Of
blue close uo where raced Iauzanne
Poor girl!'' he gasped: they've got her
In pocket. On them b'vs. Why did she
hug the railF She's fair t'rowed away the
last chance.
Half way up the steps stood I.ang1on
and his coarse. evil face took on a look OF
unholy Joy as Lausanne was blotted into
oblivion by the horse In front
"Pocketed. by Cd, Clever ira iner Dixon
to put up kid like that agin Wesley an
the other" he sneered.
Then a deafening roar went up from the
stand. Somebody thrust pair of broad
shoulders in front of Mikes face: he leaned
out far past the intruder, and saw The In
diam sway drunkenlv in his stride away
from the rail. carrying White Moth and
the Dutchman out: and into the opening he
had left. glued to the rail- crept the chest
nut form of Lausanne.
wild yell Of Irish Joy escaped Mike
Then he waited. Now Il would be n race,
But Lausanne was trying. trying all by
himself for the rider was as still as death.
Already the clamor Of many voices was
splitting the air: all over the stand II was.