The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-10-15
JOCKEY TRAMPLED TO DEATH.
"MEXICAN FRANK" MILLER
KILLED AT BRIGHTON.
Thrown From Clytie I'm the Last Race and
Crushed by the Hoofs Of the Horses
--sOnOna Belle Down. Too, Rider I'm.
hurt-The Minute Man Injured and Shot.

Crushed by the HOofs Of the Horses
--sonOna Belle Down. Too, Rider Un-
hurt-The Minute Man Injured and Shot.
Mexican Frank Miller, a jockey who
had been riding here and in the West for
n number of years, was killed at Brighton
Beach Yesterday Miller was a half-breed,
rs years old. and only recently returned
from St. Louis, where he rode with in
different success. Yesterday he had the
mount on B. Eckert's Clytie, a FLY by Paudit
--Fllide. in the sixth race. for maiden two
year-olds, at six furlongs, in which there
were eighteen starters. an unusually large
field.
In the mad rush along the backstretch
there were all kinds Of rough riding and
humping, in which G. A. Draper's Sonoma
Belle was conspicuous offender. Sud-
denly Sonoma Belle was knocked to her
knees and went down, throwing Jockey
Furman fiat on the ground under the rush.
ing field. Clytie fell over the Star Ruby
flly. Miller flying through the air for several
yards and landing on his head III the middle
of the track.
A cloud of dust obscured both riders
| and there was straining OF necks and
eyes to see what had happened to them,
but the race itself was far more important,
| it seemed, than the lives Of these two boys,
for the crowd cheered wildly when +. r.
Thomass Dimple, the iavorite. galloped
home in front.
Furman soon got to his feet and. shaking
| with terror ran to Patrol Judge Halls
carriage, saying huskily:
IL think that boy is dead!'
Miller lay motionless close to the rails
A horse had stepped squarelly on his chest =.
and the boy had suffered inst family from
| internal hemorrhage. A Pinkerton man
waved signal for the ambulance, and it
left the paddock at top speed Miller was
dead when the surgeon got to him, but he
was hurried to a building back Of the grand
stand The driver Of the ambulance was
| so fiurried that he did not take the road
| way after passing through the paddock,
but went upon the lawn behind the club
| house, where a fence prevented further
progress.
A hundred men and boys surrounded
the ambulance as the Pinkertons and the
surgeons drew the stretcher out OF the
wagon. The Jockeys silk Jacket was torn
to ribbons His face was cut and bleed
ing and death pallor spread over his
boyish features.
As the body was laid on couch inside
the jockey building, q young g.rl, the sister
-My God he 3 dead! My Frank, my sweet =
| heartl" she screamed az she threw her
self on the dead jockey and kissed his
cheek. They were engaged TO be married
! in few weeks. Meanwh lille, the crowd
forgetful Of the accident. passed out OF
the gates, figuring up the winnings and
losses Of the day.
This was not the only mishap Of the day.
| John E. Madden 3 valuable two year -old colt
The Minute Man had to be shot to death
Just after the first race. The colt, a son OF
Juvenal-Semper Paratus.. distinguished
himself at Sheepshead Bays fall meeting
by defeating McChesney at mile in
very fast time for horse Of his age.
Madden recently refused $4,000 for him
and believed that he had a wonderful flu
ture. In one of yesterdays races, "a handi-
cap for all ages, at six furlongs, The Minute
Man was ask cd to give Jumps Of scale weight
to his company. Fuller took him right up
with the pacemakers. and the colt was in
fair way to win when he suddenly broke
the pastern in his right hind leg, dropping
back so quickly that Fuller could not I'M
derstand what had happened. But after
passing the judges it was seen that the
colt was on three legs, and Fuller leaped
from the saddle Madden hurried out onto
the track, and after quick glance at the
| injured leg said:
Hell have to be destroyed. There's no
hope for him.
So The Minute Man, rubbing his nose
| affectionately on his masters arm, WAS led
| to the extreme end OF the paddock to be
| shot. Nobody had a revolver, and q hurry
| call was sent to Coney leland. After half an
hours delay DR.. F. W. Ashc despatched
| the horse Half dozen spectators plucked
| hairs from the name and the tail with which
| to remember the humiliation OF McChesney
| by the son Of Juvenal