Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-11-15
THE FAVORITE
WON

oaAS Woo 0Vufsu 0uQ dCtCt uAAaaHA ~ Wv $50
two dollars on the handsome. nashy-looking
horse In the race.
Look how lovely and shiny his coat is.
and how black" she exclaimed to her hus-
band when he returned to the grand stand
after his visit to the betting ring. And
see how cute and proudly he arches his
neck-Ive watched them all go around on
their-what do you call them?-exercise
galiops, and he's prettier than any Of them
deed he Is. and why shouldn't he win. I'd
like to know"
MY dear" replied the husband. hand
more than in any other phase OF life
There's only one really handsome race
horse that knows how to run fast in thou
sand. The handsome ones are nearly al
ways buffers and counterfeits. They won
do. All they're At for Is just to excite the
the grand stand. When 1t comes to racing
they're simply not there. An arched neck
doesn't make race horse. Neither ooef
glossy coat. The one that gets the coin Is
the boy that knows how to get up and hump
himself and cover the ground"
But" persisted the mans wife, Just
look how that beautiful thing Is running
around the track! Why. he's fairly flying!
He hardly touches the ground. The others
that have gone around haven't gone any
thing like so fast
Yes. he's covering the ground at the rate
OF about mile in two minutes and you
just think he's going fast" went on the
husband THAT horse Is one Of the worst
four-fushers that ever looked through a
bride. He's almost broken the hearts OF
four different owners already. and he's got
his present owner on the verge OF bank
ruptcy. He's one of these plugs that climbs
out in the morning. before the racing be-
gins. and works like a cyclone. and when
he gets into real race he shows an ochre
streak as broad a river"
We'll. I've got a feeling that that horse
Is going to win this race, anyhow said the
mans wife. with the stubbornness of wo-
man who has learned to place more re-
lance in feminine intuition as generated by
elf,than in any form of masculine wis
dom or experience. What are they letting
him run for, If they don't think he'll win.
I'd like to know"
"Oh, bet on him If you like" said the hus-
band, YEARLY. Hes hundred to one IN
the betting, and If you put your two dol
lars on him you'll have whole barrel
full of Inoney-of course. But the horse
that is going to walk away with this race Is
an even-money shot. in spite Of the fact
that he's about as ugly-lookng skate as
ever stood on iron. He's sway-back. and
he's skinny and notwithstanding ard ne
doesn't resemble a thoroughbred race horse
at all. If you'd see him hitched to farm
ers buggy you'd say to yourself that he
was just in the right spot. and when ne
runs he's got climbing motion that makes
him look like giraffe that's broken loose
from circus parade. But he's won about
five-eighths of all the races he's started in
this year. and he'll just walk In. that's all
walk in
With which offhand. I-know-it-all pronun-
ciamento the man resumed the considera-
ton Of his program, while his wife. bring
ing her lips a little more firmly together,
summoned one of the grandstand commits
sioners. took $500 to 81 against the beautiful
horse of her fancy, and settled back in her
seat to wait for her moment to convey q
series Of I-told-you-so remarks to her hus-
band.
The field got away to a good break right
| In front of the stand, and before the first
turn had been reached the beautiful animal
of the bunch had taken a. clear lead Of
three lengths on his field, while the scraggy-
looking favorite, the even-money choice. I'M
mediately fell back into the ruck OF the
struggling mass Of horses. Around the
backstretch swept the beautiful animal
that had so captivated the eyes Of the wn-
men in the stand. increasing his lead. 1t
seemed at every stride. while the wife Of
the man who had ridiculed the horses
beauty points stood up in her excitement
and waved her program frantica'ly, her
husband In the meanwhile smiling in a
crestfallen sort OF way. and then
However this is not a continued-!n-our-
next horse-racing serial with ppe-trance
trfmmir gs. 1t Is story Of thing that
happened out at the Benning track the
other day. 1t would be very simple and
dramatic and diverting. too, to describe how
the despised handsome horse came sweeping
down the stretch twenty lengths ahead OF
his field, amid the delighted shrieks OF the
women and the sheepish ordinations OF
the male favorite players, but as Il simple
matter of fact nothing OF the sort occurred.
The beautiful animal "chucked it, Ike a
dog at the far turn and fell back to the rea
In half a dozen strides whereupon the
strengthening favorite pranced out, took
the lead in FIVE jumps, held 1T to the wire.
and won easily, without an effort.
1t is pity to be compelled to occasionally
hurl a dose OF shrapnel at the feminine
intuition idea but If there's any place in
the world where feminine intuition doesn't
count for anything, It's on race track.
Neither does masculine intuition, for the
matter Of that.