Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-10-11

strong arm thrown across his chest none
| too gently barred his further progress.
Show your badge please" cried voice.
Mortimer exposed the pasteboard he had
| acquired on his entry to the stand.
You can't pass in here" said the guar
| dian; that's only good for the stand"
| But" began Mortimer.
stand aside-make room, pleaser' from
| the Satekeeper, cut short his converse ton.
| Others We're waiting to pass through. In
| despair he gave up his untenable place, and
| once more was swallowed in the maelstrom
| of humanity that eddied about the stand in
| closure.
| AS he was heading for his rock of locality,
| the stairway. hurrying somewhat reck-
| lessly, he ran with disturbing violence full
| tilt into man who had erratically turned
| 10 his left, when, according to all laws of
| the road he should have kept straight on.
Il beg pardon began Mortimer then
stared in blank Amusement, cutting short
| his apology. The victim of his assault was
| Mr.. Crane. The latters close-idded eyes
| had rounded open perceptbly in a look of
surprise.
| Mr. Mortimer" he exclaimed you here =?
| May / ask who's running the bank?"
Anxious about the stolen money. the sud-
| den advent of Crane on his immediate hori-
| ION threw the young man into momentary
| confusion.
My mother was I'LL got leave-I had to
| see Alan Porter-Ive come here to find him.
| They'll manage all right at the bank with
| out me-
| He fired his volley of explanation at his
| employer with the rapdity of a Maxim gun
| Truth, and what he considered excusa bic
| falsehood, came forth with equal volubility
| Crane, somewhat Modified. and feeling that
| at first he had spoken rather sharply, be-
| came more gracious. AT sight of Mortimer
| ne had concluded that 1t was to see Allis
| the young man had come perhaps at her
| instigation.
| Have you seen Alan Porter sir?' Morti-
| mer asked anXiously.
Il did, but that was about an hour ago.
| ~ i
| to say lin the paddock with his sister," but
| for reasons he refrained-"let me see, most
| likely sitting up in the grand stand
| AS Mortimer stood scanning the sea of
| faces that rose wave wave above him
| Crane said. Il hope you found your mother
| better. If l see Alan I'll tell him you are
! looking for him.
When Mortimer turned around Crane had
| gone. He had meant to ask about the race
| Porter's horse Lausanne was in, but had
! hesitated for fear he should say something
! which might give rise to a suspicion of his
errand. He heard the rolling thunder of
hoofs beat in the air. From where he stood
| over the heads of many people he could see
| colored silk jackets coming swiftly up the
| broad straight boulevard of the race course:
! even as he looked they passed quickly BY
| with peculiar bobbing- up-and- down mo-
| ton. The effect was grotesque, for he
| could not see the horses could not see the
motive power which carried the bright-col-
| ored riders at such terrific pace.
| thought flashed through his mind that
| it might be the Derby.
what race is that?" he asked of one
who stood at his elbow.
| The mans face wore a Sulen discomfort
| ed look, and wonder, for he had. with
misplaced confidence, wagered many dollars
! on a horse that was even then prancing
gayly in many yards behind the winner.
do you know what race that was?" Nor
timer repeated, thinking the silent one had
not heard him.
| why don't you look at your race card?'
retorted the jaundiced loser, transporting
himself and his troubles to the haven OF
| liquid consolation.
! His answer, curt as it was, gave Morti-
| mer an inspiration. He looked about and
| saw many men consulting small paper
pamphlets. They were like people in an art
| gallery, catalogue in hand.
By chance Mortimer observed young
man selling these race catalogues as he in
nocently named them. He procured one
and the seller, in answer to a question, told
| him 1t was the third race he had just seen
and the next would be the Brooklyn Derby
! There 1t was, all set forth in the program
| he had just purchased Seven horses to
start, all with names unfamiliar except the
| Dutchman and Lausanne. He had almost
given up looking for Alan, it seemed SC
hopeless. AT any rate, he had tried his