Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-02-13

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 Langdon started off with the jockey, but turned back, saying: "Oh, Mr. Cline, wanted to ask yoii---''
 By this he had reached the buggy. while Westley continued on his way to the stalls.
 Its fine day, sir" continued Lang- don, finishing his sentence. and ex- changing the saddle held in his hand for the one that was in the buggy
 "Going to put the other on?" asked Crane
 "Yes. I fancy Diablo will like this better. Touchy brutes, these race horses; got to humor 'em. Come on over to the stalls-the horse'u stand..ssI
 Diablo was being led around in q small circle by his boy. He was q magnificent creature. 16h hands high, and built on the same grand scale; perhaps bit leggy for the huge barrel that topped the limbs; his black skin glistened in the monday sun.
 That's what call the mirror of health" said Langdon, in an unwonted burst of poetic eloquence. as he passed his hand across the horses ribs.
 Diablo dashed out furiously. with a great. far-reaching legs that nearly caught Crane unawares.
 Its only play" said the trainer "Good horses is of two kinds when you're saddlin' em. The Dutchman there'll hang his head down and champ at the bit, even if you bury the girt an inch deep in his belly; he's honest, End knows it's all needed. That's one kind; and they're generally the, same at the post, always there or there abouts, waitin' for the word go An they race pretty much the same all the time. If you time 'em & mile in l: 40 at home. they'll do it when the colors is up, an the silk a-aappin' all about 'em in the race >
 sNow this is 2 horse of another color, this one; he ain't takin' things <easy at no stage of the game. He ob- jects to everything, an some day thaflI land him winner, see? He'll get it into his head that the other horses want to beat him out an he'll show lem a clean pair of heels; come home on the bit, pullin' double
 Whoa, boy. Steady steady, old mani" Then he ceased talking, for he had taken the girth strap between his teeth and was cinching up the big black with the firm pull of a grizzly, Diablo squirmed under the torture of tightening web on his sensitive skin and crouched as though he would fall on the trainer.
 "Yes. sir" continued Langdon, as ha ran the stirrups up under the saddle | MnY saA %hn Al Ia the boy to lead Diablo about. "Yes, sir; this fellows different. He's toS damn sensitive. At the post he's like as not to act like locoed broncho. am get one blamed for having .juiced' him. but he don't need no dope; what he needs is staadying. If he gets away in front them long legs of his will take some catchin'. He's the kind that wins when the books are layin' hundred to one against him. But the worst of 1t is with his sort, like as not the owner hasn't penny on them: but the pub He'll howl; they'll call it in-an-out runnin'. an the scribblersN get their paper to print 8 notice that the stable ought to be ruled of: an all the time you're breakin' your heart tryin' to get him to give his true-Hello! there's Colley out on The Dutchman; mount your horse, Westley-wait, you don't need no spurs; yes, carry . whip. an give the guys that is watchin' a stage play with it; but don't hit the black. We'll just see what he'll do himself this trip" he added, addressing Crane.
 Taklng Westley's small-booted foot in his hand, he lifted the lad to Di- ablos back and led the horse out through a gate to ty,e nses,..ea ~s.ss
 (To Be Continued.)