The daily morning journal and courier., 1904-03-12

lar at clip, and apparently she gets on more dead ones than anybody at the track. Maybe she's got money slowed away somewhere, but if she has she takes good care Of it. and does not let anybody know where it is.
 Another veteran is the woman who used to visit Guttenburg in the old days with her son. Her husband, now dead, owned a big furniture store, and she played the races behind his back.
 Her son was her betting commits sioner, and they went across the Hud- son day after day. no matter how fierce the wintry weather was. to play the game conducted by the Big Four of Hudson eounty-Walbaum Crusius. Carr and Mclaughlin. Last summer she looked ill and seedy. and this winter she seems to be worse off than ever before. do not know what has become of her son.
 The men regulars at New Orleans are numerous, and most of them have had a prosperous campaign, but some they cannot beg or borrow enough coin to get to Bennings next month they will start to walk home.
 These fellows were broke when Ja maica closed the season here last No- vember, but they got to New Orleans just the same and had money to bet with after they got there. One of them worked a slick game on woman whose husband, a well-known bookmaker, had befriended him some time before.
 He met the woman in the grand stand one day in December and told her a pitiful tale of hard luck. She felt sorry for him, and told him she would give him q chance to pick up a few dollars by making bets for her.
 srhe fellow was very grateful and proceeded to bet $50 for the woman on the first race. The horse won at to 1, and the woman bet the s30o right back on the even money favorite in the sec ond race.
 Again the horse won, and the new ly made commissioner was in high glee. Then he hurried down to the ring to cash.
 Tn the third race was horse owned 1 by bookmaker of shady reputation. The slick fellow knew him and asked him if the horse had chance The bookie said:
 Not chance on earth, for we ain't ready to bet!'
 The price was to 1 and the slick fellow hurried up to the woman in the grand stand and told her that this par ticular horse was lead pipe.
 :" Plunge! he said. Put the $e00 on; $500 each way!'
 "The woman liked another horse in the race, but the tip was so powerfully strong that she finally consented to play it. The slick fellow ran off to- ward the betting ring, but he stuffed the $500 plunks in his trousers pocket and after few minutes delay he went back to the woman. telling her that the money was down.
 They watched the race together, and coming into the stretch the hooknlak- CTS horse was three lengths front. The slick fellow, his heart in his mouth, and believing that he had been double- crossed, yelled like an Indian. It was not until the last jump that the book makers horse had been beaten by q whisker.
 Tt was splendid tip, Walterl said the woman, smiling. Never mind, you did no harm
 But I was sure it would win was the reply. And, oh, how l rooted! I'm shaking like a leaf and am going down stairs for a bracer.
 ''Whereupon he hurried off to a cor- Iner of the betting ring and looked the 500 plunkers over with an air that de- noted intense satisfaction. That was the beginning of his run of good luck, for he'll come north with a bank roll of at least $25,O0O, if I'm not mistaken. And the good, kind hearted woman was never wise to the game he played New York Sun.