News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1902-12-03

Jcwett had foretold. She had promot-
ed EXtry indeed from stable boy to
Jockey and would run for him, when
she would run at all, better than for
anybody else AS consequence EXtry
Worshiped her. She reyeled in long
races. When EXtry held her hard,
knowing there was nothing ahead ana
the winning post a good mile away, he
was in heaven. The wind Of her mad
rush might almost blind him, his head
might grow dizzy as the furlong posts
flashed past and the roar Of the grand
stand swell hoarse and angry as the
growl of stormy seas, but he did not
mind. He had only one conscious ana
vital purpose-tO get there first. II
he caught the thunder of hoofs behind,
he lay a little farther over her neck
and called almost in her ear:
Cit dar, old oman! Git dar! Git
dar!'
She got there often enough to make
the talent respect her and the betting
ring hate her. She was the unknown
quantity forever disturbing their
equations of profit and loss. She was
wholly without form, a creature of
whim and tricky impulse, of whom her
owner and trainer both said they
could say nothing except that the
worse her trial showed her the better
her race was apt to prove her.
So there was rejoicing, deep and sin
10, Irp0p-OII form
Sarsaparilla proved a consistent loser.
1t appeared she could not win at any
weights or in any company. The wise
men scored Jewett for keeping her in
training. 1t was an insult alike to the
turf and the Wynyard stable, they
said. The sayings each and several
were precious in HeatOn's sight. He
collected them religiously-they were
said in print, you understand-and fired
them at JeWett in season and out.
Jewett only smiled. Somehow he had
more faith in EXtry than in all the
wise men. and EXtry said: mo, stree.
faint nothin de matter. 'ceptin' dat
de ole oman don't want ter try-nOt er
little bit She savin' herself fer sompn.
No sir; | dunno whit it is, but she
know. Bet yO' last dollar on dat. An
when de time come she gwine stretch
out her neck an take her foOts under
Ter an make all de rest whuts a-run-
min look like a postage stamp side a
hundred dollar bill"
Jewett walked around the mare,
stroked her glossy, sinewy neck, felt
her clean legs, free of strain or blem-
ish; listened to the firm, equal beat
ing of her heart and the easy, deep
breathing after bruising gallop, and
agreed with his jockey. To all Hea-
toms circumstances he had one an
SWer:
"She has earned her oats already.
You can surely make those other beg
CARS earn her entrance money along
with their own"
Partly through sentiment, but more
through within, Jewett refused to turn
her out or retire her next season. He
entered her literally in whatever
events were open to aged animals. 10
the diScredit of the turf be it said.
they are none too plenty, although the
scant number includes prizes well
worth winning The chiefest of them
within .Iewett's racing purview was
the Gold Challenge cup. pretty bit of
plate which came to its winner brim-
ming over with gold coin.
1t was Il long race. two miles and
half. over Il course to try to the utter
most breath and speed and stay 80
mare had ever won it in all the sixty
years since first it was offered. 1t was
one of the mighty few fixtures remain
ing from the palmy days before the
war when gentlemen of the south
country thought nothing of matching
their cracks" for $4,000 a siGe or
of laying twice that sum outside upon
the pride of their stables.
The Wynyard stable had won TIC
cup twice-once in its frs year and