Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-10-04
Copy right, 1902. by Mcclure. Phillips L Co.

eioHS pidclulS III the rear.
| Just as | thought" muttered the boy;
THIS skates kiddin' me just as he does the
! gal He's a lazy brute-it's the bud he
! wants"
| convinced that he was right, and that his
orders were all wrong the jockey asserted
| himself He proceeded to ride Lausanne
| most energetcally
| In the horses mind this sort of thing was
a a with unlimited punishment. 1t
| had always been that way in his two-year-
| olu Gays; first the general hustle-small
| legs and arms working with concentric
| SWING; then the impatient ACCOMPLISHMENT of
iieirc;e-Jaoolng spurs; and, finally, the welt
| raising cut of vicious, unreasonng whip
| II was not pleasurable prospect; and at
| the nrst shake-up Lausanne pictured it's
] coming; All thoughts of overtaking the
!1 IN front fled from his mind; it was
me dreaded punishment that interested him
| most; hguratively he bumped his back
| against the anticipated onslaught
| heupdtn telt the unmistakable sign of his
| t Sc suiklng and he promptly had recourse
| 70 me Jockeys usual argument
s04ttinS IN the stand. Allis saw with cry
o., Oh dlsmay, Redpath's whip hand go up.
mat Lausanne had been trailing six lengths
tbn me DINERS had not bothered her in
the shghtest-it was his true method. his
work would be done in the stretch. when
the otners were firing, if al all
II the boy will only sit stil-only have
patehce, she mad been saying to herself
Just before she saw the flash of a whip in
tne sunlight; and then she lust moaned
~ all over; we are beaten again Every
thinS Is against us-everybody is against
u.s., she cried, bitterly; will good fortune
never come fathers way?''
by the time the horses had swung into
the stretch and Lausanne had not in the
sishtest improved his position ii daWned
| upon hedpath that his efforts were pro-
ductlve of no good, 80 he desisted But his
move had cost the Porters whatever chance
| they might have had. Left to himself
Lausanne undertook an investigating gall
tp, Oh MS own account Too much ground
! had been lost to be made up at that late
stage, but he came up to the straight in
gallant style, wearing down the leaders
| until he finished close up among the I'M
| placed horses
Allis allowed no word of reproach to es-
cape her when Redpath spoke of Lauzanne's
sulky temper. 1t would do no good-it would
be like crying over split milk The boy was
TO ride Lucretia in the Derby; he was on
good terms with the mare, and to chide him
for the ride on Lausanne might ruff1e his
temper and spoil his confidence in himself
for the other race
I'm afraid the chestnut's a bad actor"
Dixon said to Allis. after the race wen
never do no good with him. If he couldn't
beet that lot he's not worth his feed BILL
he would have won had l been on his
back, declared the girl, loyalty
That's no good, miss; you can't ride him.
you see. We've just got one peg to hang
| our hat on-that's Lucretia."
Lauzanne's showing in this race was a
| hoped that his confidence In humanity had
| been restored. Physically, he had undoubt-
| edly improved; his legs had hardened and
| smOothed down. In fact his whole condi-
| ton was perfect
| She still felt that if Redpath had followed
| her advice and allowed Lausanne to run his
| own race he would have won. The race did
| not shake her confidence in the horse so
| much as in the possibility of getting any
| jockey to ride him in quiescent manner
| When it was impossible of Redpath-who
| was eager to please her-who else could
| they look to? They might experiment, but
| while they We're experimenting Lausanne
| would be driven back into his old bad
| habits.
| The next morning brought them fresh dis
| aster; all that had gone before as moth
| ing compared with this new development
| in their run of thwarted endeavor.
| Ned Carter had given Lucretia vigorous
| exercise gallop over the Derby course. As
| Dixon led the mare through the paddock to
stall he suddenly bent down his head and
| took sharp look at her nostrils; another
| stride and they were in the stall. The
| trainer felt Lucretia's throat and ears; he
| put his hand over her heart, a look of anx-
| ious dismay over his usually stolid face.
She coughed a little, sir, when / pulled
her up" volunteered Carter, seeing Dfxon's
| investigation.
I'm afraid she's took cold" muttered
Dixon. Have you had her near any horse
that's got the influenza?" he asked, looking
inquiringly at Carter
She amt been near nothing: I kept her
away from everything, for fear she'd get
kick or get run into.
Il hope to God it's nothin'," said the
trainer; and his voice was quite different
from his usual rough tone. Then sudden
suspicion took possession of him. Faust's
readiness to lay long odds against the mare
had haunted him like a foolish nightmare.
Had there been foul play? The mare couldn't
have taken a cold-they had been so careful
| of her; there had been no rain for ten days;
ha nn16
| But she undoubtedly had fever. A sicken-
| ing conviction came to Dixon that it was
| the dreaded influenza.
That morning was the first time she had
| coughed so Faust could not have known of
| her approaching illness, unless he had been
| the cause of it.
| The trainer pursued his investigation
among the stable lads When he asked
| Bob Mast If he had noticed anything I'M
usual about the mare the boy declared most
| emphatically that he had not. Then, sud-
| taken at the time to be of little import, he
said: Two mornins ago, when 1 opened
| her stall and she poked her head out, 1 no
| ticed a little scum in her nose: but 1
| thought 1t was dust. 1 wiped it out and
| there was nuthin more come that 1 could
see"
Whats the row." asked Mike Gaynor,
as he Joined Dixon
When the details were explained to him
| Mike declared emphatically that some one
| had got at the mare. Taking Dixon to one
side, he said: IT'S that devil on wheels,
Shandy: you can bet yer sweet loife on
that. I've been layin' for that crook; he
cut Diablo's bride an t'rew tn ovid man;
an he done this job too
But how could he get at her?" queried
the trainer. 1.-The stables been locked, an
Mast and Carter was sleepin in the saddle
room"
That divil could go where a sparrer
| could. How did he git in to cut tn bride
| rein-trough a manure window no bigger'n
| your hat. He's done that as know"
| We'll. II the mares got 1t we're In the
| soup. Have you seen Miss Porter about
| Mixer"
| II did a minute ago; I'll pass the word
you want to see her-here she comes now.
| I'll skip. I'D If I want to see them gray
| eyes when you tell about the little mare
| It'll just greak her heart that's what i'm
| do. An maybe I wouldn't break the back
| OF the divil as put up this dirty job It
| isn't Shandy that's as much to blame as the
| blackguard that worked him."
| Dixon worked over in his mind many con-
| torted ways of breaking the news to Allis,
| and had finished up by blurtin' out 1.-The
mares coughn' this mornin'. miss; hope
! 1t amt nothin', but I'm afraid she's in for
sick spell.
| Coming to the course, the girl had allowed
| rosy hope to tint the gray gloom of their
many defeats, until she had worked her
self into a happy mood Lucretfa's win