Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-10-04

didn't deny you was him, an IL you wasn't
him you must be yourself, seer which more
Mikes mind nightly. II think you're les
doin' roight. miss-Al, I mean; 1 must get
used to that name; s. help me- 1 behave
you'll win on the chestnut-that gallop was
good enough"
do you think can do 1t, Mike, amongst
all those tockeys?"
Sure thing. you can, AL, me by; he
won't need no ridin' in your hands: all
you'll have to do is sit stili an keep him
straight. He'll win the race in the stretch,
an there won't be many there to bother;
they'll all be beat off. Now. it's a good
thing that / do know about this, for I'll
just kape close to you an kape any wan
that's likely to spot you away, II have to
knock him down."
Mike had worked himself up to a fine
frenzy Of projected endeavor: he cast about
Tor further services he could render his adj
mired mistress.
An YOU know Carson, the starter: he's
jes' the 1ovliest Irishman: there isn't by
on earth could git an inch the best av 1t
from him on start not II they was to
give him gold enough to weight a horse
down. But III tip him the wink that yer
a CURL. and
Mike! What are you saying? Do you
mean to ruin everything"
The rosy hue of eager joyousness that
had crept into Gaynor's sun-tanned face
vanished: his jaw dropped like the mans
with the hoe: a pathetic look of sheepish
apology followed.
That's So" he calculated. mournfuly.
Bot thumbs up! but it's pity. Carson
an Irish gintleman. an If i could till him
you was a CURL, he'd knock the head plumb
off any by that 'ud bother you. You'd
git away well, too
Then the girl told Mike all that Shandy
and Langdon had said 1t only confirmed
Mikes opinion that. between them, they
mad poisoned Lucretia. He felt that, with
a little more evidence. they would be able
to prove both crimes. the one with Diablo,
and the one with Lucretia.
The Brooklyn Derby was to run the next
day. AlliS was glad that II was so near:
She dreaded discovery. She was like
hunted hare. lodging every one she fancied
might discover her identity. She would
have to run the gauntlet of many eyes while
weighing for the race, and at the time of
going out: even when she returned, esRe
cially If she won. But in the excitement
over the race people would not have time
to devote to a strange Jockeys visage. She
could quite smear her face with dirt, for
that seemed a natural condition where boys
were riding perhaps several races in one
afternoon. The Jockey cap with its big
peak. well pulled down over her head,
would add materially to her disguise. Mike
would fetch and carry for her, so that she
would be in evidence for very few minutes
at most. Dixon, even, opposed to the idea
as he had been at first, now assured her
quite confidently that nobody would make
her out
ITS the horses they look at" he said.
land the colors An apprentice boy doesn't
cut much Ice. L can tell you. why, I've
been racin' for years. he went on, with
the intent of giving her confidence, IAN
MANY a time l see a boy up a horse
that must have rode on these tracks over
a hundred times. an l can't name him to
save nv neck
At any rate. there was nothing more to
do until she made the great endeavor, until
she went to the track at the time set for
the BROOKLYN Derby. dressed in the blue
jacket with the white stars of her fathers
racing colorS: that was the plan adopted.
buggy. with Mike driving would take
her straight to the paddock, quite in time
for the race.
CTo be continued)