The Rich Hill tribune. (Rich Hill, Mo.) 1903-1911, 1903-10-22

fence rails. Tie whitened stubble
seemed to shift unceYtainly in the
light. A vendor was selling pink
lemonade, and a Thin little man
WeDded his way In and out among
the crowds Of field hands, giving
the time-honored cry. Hickey.
pOkey, chewing candy, peanuts
and pOpcorBT Rosy girls leaned
proudly upon the arms Of their
-steadies,r or walked with them,
hand-in-hand, their fingers dove
tailed together. The foot races
had been run. The "gng Of war"
and the jumping contests were
over. Pickle Smith had knocked
out LawtOn Perry in the second
round, and only the haIf-mile run
ming heat remained 20 complete
the amusements for the day. The
people were growing impatient TO
have il over.
There were but four contest
ants entered Three Of them we're
already ON the ground. Baldy, a
white-faced bay, wore colors Of
blue cheese cloth floating from his
bride. John, a sturdy Mexican
pony, carried streamei : Of orange.
and Frisco, a horse OF good points
and evident breeding. had rib
bons of red. Their riders waited
anxiOusly. Suddenly a whirl Of
dust approached toward the
sprinkled track. From II Brady
emerged. His mare carried no
eOlOrs. Her neck was stretched
forward. Her open mouth
showed the long yellow teeth.
The loose binder OF her harness
bride happed with every step.
Her rider wore no-deeoration but
the band of new cotton crepe upon
his hat.
'Hiw some one ironically shout
ed. vSix TO one ON the sorreI
thoroughbred, She'll make 4
grand stand finish, she willr'
There was general laugh,
Brady lined up without a word,
and waited for the signal.
They were of! II was a capital
start. Frisco was making the
pace. The blue was running sec
ond. John was a length behind,
and sinabar-
where's your buckskin don.
keyf7 roared a man. Speed her
on! Speed her on! Speed her onf
The crowd applauded.
a seasons picking on the yel
low iay.r yelled another. aWhy
don't you make her 80. Hrady3H
Brady did not hear them. he
was leaning forward. Every mus
Gle was tense; his voice, low, Vi
brant, was urging the mare 10 heI
uttermOst. Frisco was makiRg
time. John was holding his own
but slnabar was creeping up. Sh,
had collared him! She had passed
him! She was running neck e
neck with the blue, The people
no longer ieered. They leaned for
ward with straining eyes.
"By gosh, " the man cried. ''She's
up with old Frisco, The mares
gone ahead"
In the excitement. no one no
ticed the tiny figure trndging
along the road. His frOck WA,
torn and dirty. He held a lanl
gray kitten close within his arms
"We're goin'Lter find-my mem
mer,n he crooncd. then stopped
as he heard the rushing kQafs b.
hind. He saw his father IN th'
lead. "paddy." he cried. "tak'
m-em
/ Four foam-fleeked horses wer
bearing down upon him. -Four seu
OF iron shoes were poundlpg 81
the track, The paaple saw II al
Men shut their teeth hard. Nom
en- caught mp their own hRhles an,
hid their faces IN the ehubh,
breasts.
And Rrady--he tagged at th'
hit, but the mare was ken for IN
goal. The old spirit was ilring he
veins. II was his child and hers
Marcia's' There was hat on'
chance. In the days on the ring
Amos" he cried. stand
stilg' White faced he swep
down upon him. threw one arm
about the mares neck leane,
low. The air pulsed with the hea
Of Is iron shoes,
From the fyiee aud and grave
I 0f tae eRteredroad, FriScodashe,
70 the winning pest. Sinahar car
ried a child On her back eltl
a kitten elasped Ia his arms.
There was a box placed hy a.
plckers Ia the enlce Of the colr