The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1902-07-13
it More Profitable.
By CLARENCE l.. CULLEN.

fiaxen-head and would be there.
He scrubbed an address on piece OF
paper and pushed it over to me.
:. Take wbizz out tonight and we II
talk It over said he, and then ne went
out
The address he had written down was
on the outskirts OF Cincinnati. got
there at dusk, and found that the ADDRESS
was G. barn I was just turning away
from the barn. wondering what his idea
had been in wanting to give me an even
iug Liuiiey-rioe, when he appeared III
the stable door.
Come in. said he, reckoning me back
to the barn, and I fell to wondering
whether he had a sand-bag for me under
his hat, all ready for use. But he was
pretty osperous-lookinS sawed-off for
a -gl,rn-shoe artist. as 1 figured while
stand ng in the dusk, hesitating, and so
] walked into the stable with him He
shot the wooden bar into the socket,
struck a match, and lighted pair of
lanterns.
Which act Of The Lights O. London
or The Two Orphans is this, anyway!
1 asked him.
Just the first, he replied coolly, and
then he led me over to the stall from
which / had heard the stamping and the
slight whinnying as we entered the barn.
This said the little man with the
red hair and the plethora of blue white
rocks, pointing TO the horse. is the live
one that you're going to decorate up
some-if you want to. II You don't all
you've got to do is to exude one little
cluck and promise to keep your tongue
between your molars. and it'll be all
right Il get some one else
The horse in the stall was a. beautiful
chestnut, q thoroughbred with speed-lines
as fine as a Psyche's curves from his
let hind fetlock to the spit-curl on his
forehead. I'd done some strins'ns ing
at the pony game, and / could sec with
one-eighlh of an eye that that chestnut
was race-horse right The little red-head
patted him on the head affectiorate.y,
sacl-coat pockets for sugar. The little
man gave him a loaf or two Of the sweet
stuff, and then he said to me, with many
a foxy glance out of the slant of his eyes:
This horse is all to the good and a
hit for fair with me. but m kind O.
tired of his color. Hes four years old
now, and that's long enough for him to
be a chestnut. What I want is to have
him made into a nice, cute bay, with a
star on his forehead, and two white
stockings. one in front and one behind.
DO you get that, all three ways across
the board?
mo. l didn't murmur anything about
gliding the lily or painting the rose 1
told him, in fact. that l thought he had
mighty discerning eye for color.
'Uh-huh,' replied, \ sure have.
want this pet o mine painted up SO that
his own nav wouldn't recognize him in
a two-acre bluegrass lot on sunny
morning. ] just naturally don't like his
chestnut tint any longer. that's ALL and
he sho, me the swift look. to see II
was next. Think you'd like to go after
that two hundred and half by fixing
him out with a fresh hide?'
did /? Well. I'd been painting the
still ones for quite long time then, and
the $3.50 looked as big a S a Dutch war
balloon 80
AT what hour tomorrow night did
you say wou wanted the horse re-deco-
rated?' I asked him. just to let him
know that I was already on his payroll,
and that was enough for him
oh. bout this time, he answered.
and then he pulled out a roll. with a
rubber band around it, about the size
of a Delaware prize squash and skinned
a century paper from it.
Here. said ne. handing me the bill
is hundred in advance to bind the
trade. You're on the level, all right, and
don't dope it out that you're going to
eAeSute d idtl Win llle uunOreQ- Buy
the walnut-iuice and the rest OF the
coloring fluid and be on hand with your
trowels and swabs and things to-mor-
row night. S'long,' and he let me out
OF the stable.
What an artistic temperament that
man has! said I to myself as rode
back to town. He's SO morbidly artistic
that even continuous performance COL
oring OF one of his pets inks his i'm
questionable e
"On the following day I invested in the
necessary materials wherewith to inau-
gurate my career as a painter Of live
ones. and when | showed up at the barn
that night, carrying the materials in
numerous packages. the little man with
the Venetian red hemp was waiting for
me.
TT took me about an hour to get the
mixing properly done, and another couple
of hours to rig that beautiful hors@he
was q trihe nervous and jumpy-with 9
new dress. But when I finally got through
with him and had put the final touches
70 the star on his forehead and the white
stockings on his off hind legs and his
nigh fore leg, his own sire 'ud have
chased him out Of the State of Kentucky
as an intruder. He still had his speed
lines and lis beauty. but he was another
four-legged thing, and the little man
with the maroon mop was tickled almost
foolish
II make 1t q pat three hundred, said he.
handing me two more hundred-dollar
bills. and before you frame up your
gateway I want to pass YOU a teeny
little bit OF g whisper: You know where
the Latonia race-track is, don't You?
Well, You hang on to your little chicken
feed dough that you've got now. and be
over to Latonia day after tomorrow,
little before the racing begins. and if
DON'T tell you something thatn make it
unnecessary for You to daub any more
LOBSTER and tomcod pictures on bar-room
walls then TIL let you take me to
lurkish bath and rub me down with
pair of curry-combs.'
told him I could Just die s-lookinc
at races. and. tipnins me a final wrinhled
WINK. he closed the barn door on me. AMI
went away. I had already made up my
mind that painting live ones was nice,
profitable work
Two afternoons later, 7 passed through
the gate at the Latonia race-track about
an hour before the first race was due
| was standing with my hands behind my
back before the board giving the scratch
es and overweights, when. right in my
ear. I heard 4 familiar voice.
Play Roarer for every bean you've