The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-10-23

and Jim B. sounded as much like the ringers real name as mine does like Montmorency We're de Vere's. It was a faux pas, so to speak, on the part of the ringer worker, and one Of the stew ards in the judges stand could not help but notice 1t.
 '' Jack called the steward, softly, to the still shouting ringer man, Oh, JackI' . 'Huh?' inquired the owner of the horse that was winning under the alias, stopping his roofing for a moment, and looking up at the steward. ,.-. .--.-<
 :" Be discreet, my boy called down the steward, mildly. Be discreet. Try to remember your horses name, you knowr
 'Ah, pshaw, pal, it's all rightr said the ringer man, grinning joyously. No bod ain't a-goin' to say nothin'-all tn boys is in and then he rooted his riger under the wire.
 That's how hard the ringer game was down in Maryland when the dizzy old desperado tracks were going.
 ''They didn't put their ringers over ooh1l LhSlC 1OI L1lS nuSS ScSl HUT lIy u make any Polk Badget killing, because the ringer workers needed the practice, and theydidn't want to chase all of the outlaw bookies to the duck swamps in a body and at once. They were content to tear off few thousand on each job for the fun they got out of the thing.
 There was one f1rst-class eastern selling platter from the legitimate tracks who was rung through three different times under three different names and daubed up with three separate and dis tinct coats Of hoss varnish down at the Iron Hill track, and It's a wonder the good old ping didn't croak from closed up pores, so often was he painted up and nudged to the post for the money. He got it, too, every time, but he never amounted to much when he was brought back to the legitimate tracks, for he had grown to love the smell of his war paint on the outlaws, and sulked without it.
 Plenty of the seasoned ones around here, too, will remember that race on a getaway day at Iron Hill in which there were just three count 'em-three ring CTS in one race, the whole field consist ing of six horses. Most of the boys on the goundds got a, piece of one or an- other of the trio of ringers, and it was about the hottest case of the triple cross that bubb1ed to the surface even down there, where your bosom pal would smother you in your bed for a two dol- lar note or an unpunehed meal ticket First the one ringer, as he was in- tended to be, of the race was nailed and fixed up, and the word passed around to the right people to unbelt for their bundles in the Baltimore and New York pool-rooms. There was leak in this, and a man who had plug in the race that the ringer was to cop made little night ride of 1t to winter quarters in New York, and picked out a ringer of his own for this races
 He didn't say anything about it ex- cept to his closest coterie, and they lwent into the Maryland counties with the three peas, the pieces of gas pipe, Or any old thing to get the coin to slap down on that ringer No 3.
 | A third owner of horse in the same race got sniff, accidentally, of what was coming off, and he made up his mind that he, too, might just as well give some hard-luck horse-varnisher a job of work! So he slipped up to q New Jersey wintering track and brought down ringer of his own.
 'The operator of ringer No. 1 didn't learn anything about the scheme of the other two. The charterer of ringer No. 2 only knew about the frame-up of the man who was going to run ringer No. 1. But the fellow with ringer No. 3 knew l all about the fix-it of both of the other, knew just what their ringers could do, and therefore he got one that was ca pablo of standing both of the other ones on their heads.
 Ringer No. 3 buck-jumped home with rank outsiders price against him, and then nearly everybody on the grounds took a punch at somebody else. All hands accused somebody else of
 having given them the beck heel, and about eight dozen of the sure-thing packers of ringers Nos. i and ? tried to kill each other on the in-train to Balti- more.
 'Them-them was the days as One Eyed Connolly used to say. I'll bet the