The Savannah morning news., 1903-12-13

even a brother. The Tip had been re-
ceived from a friend who was an init
mate acquaintance of a companion of
horseman who was associated in bus
mess with a close acquaintance of a
man who was on most friendly terms
with a Well-knoWn Trainer. The
Trainer in question had confided in his
friend that the stable was going to
make a killing on the horse whose
name he gave out on a certain day. He
had cautioned the other to keep close
mouthed about it, or the bold, bad
'bookies," who never seem to sleep,
and who know more about stable Sc
crets than the stable people them
selves would learn about the prospec-
tive killing" and so, of course, the
odds, instead of being long runs, would
be greatly shortened.
The Man who received the Tip last
said to himself that the knowledge of
the good thing" would not get beyond
him, at least. He gloated over it. He
Rugged it to his bosom as a miser
might have done his gold. He dreamed
of it at night. 1t was the first thing
in his mind in the moring on awak-
ing. Sometimes he would break off
a sentence while speaking, for fear
his secret might escape from him. 1t
became a heavy burden for him to
bear, as a man may be overwhelmed
with the knowledge of a hidden pot of
money. Sometimes he wished that
the matter had not been told him, for
it really destroyed his peace of mind.
At last came the day on which the
horse intended for the killing was to
run his race. The Man with the Tip
did not go to his business that day.
Instead. he headed for the race course.
Waiting for the race train to carry
him n tho hn cfrn6a about tho
platform with an air of Importance,
and a brow clouded with care. lie
looked at the people about him with
a smile of commiseration. Poor things,
was his reflection, they were simply
going to the races to lose their money.
1t was inevitable. They did not have
the information, of course, which
would make them winners. while he
we'll, he was a favored individual, to
say the least He might not have been
lucky at times, but at last fortune
had come his way. 1t was a day long
to be remembered.
On the train the Man with the Tip
was naughty and exclusive. Woe to
the man who pleasantly thought to
converse with him as to the probability
of the winners of any of the races.
Such a forward individual was COM
pletely frozen at the outset. The man
was not making any new acqualnI-
ances on that occasion. He occupied
an exalted sphere far beyond the lati-
tude of the ordinary run of racegoers.
Arrived at the track, the Man bought
a programme and going by himself
stealthily glanced at the entries of the
race in which the horse on which he
had been given the Tip was to run.
Feverishly, he STROBE to the board
where the scratches were posted and
held his breath while he scanned the
list. No. the killing was still contem-
plated. His horse did not decline the
issue, and fortunes wheel was still
rolling I'm his direction. The other races
did not interest him in the least. He
scarcely knew that they were being
run. People were foolish to bet on
horses about which they knew nothing,
he said TO himself A Tip straight
from the stable-ahl that was some
thing different.
When the odds for his race were
posted, the Man entered the betting
ring with trembling steps. He was
afraid % look at a b0olImaker's slate