Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-02-13

upon him. Crane was doubling on him. He saw it like fash. His employer had a tout on the ground himself; that was how he had got next some good l performance of Diablo's. My: but itE was clever; he could appreciate it. Crane rose in his estimation again. i Quite humbly he answered.: ''Very we'll; it's not my funeral; I'll bring The Dutchman to the post fit to run the race of his life. If Lucretia beats him it. won't be my fault. thought perhaps you might want to hedge bit on Porter's mare" "I don't think it. I'll stand Tho Dutchman; there are too many in to start backing them all. Let me know If the black gives you any encouragement and I'll see about placing him." After Langdon had gone Crane light, ed a fresh cigar and let his thoughts circle about AIlis and Diablo. It would be just like the play of Fate for the horse to turn out good, now that Johu Porter had got rid of him.
 Some time after the purchase of Di- ablo Jakey Faust, reading his Morning Telegram, came with much interest upon the entries for the Brooklyn Handi- cap, published that day. They were all the old campaigning handicap horses. as familiar to Faust as his (Faust's) fellow members of the betting ling. As his eye ran down the long list sudden little pig grunt of surprise bubbled up through his fat throat Gee, Diablo; Oh, ho, MT. Crane!"
 He tore out the list and put 1t in his pocket; then he sat for a time, think ing. The result was run down to Gravesend to pay just a friendly visit to Langdon. r The trainer and the bookmaker were like two burglars suddenly coming upon each other while robbing the same house; they were somewhat in condi- tion of armed. neutrality toward each other.
 Faust hoped that Langdon would talk about Diablo; but the trainer was like most of his guild generally, close mouthed man, so Jakey had to make his own running.
 What's the boss goin' to do with Di- ablo ?"lhe asked Langdon.
 Must we bought him for work horse, guess, i the trainer answered.
 'Ts he any good?" ai at
 "He can eat; that's all see from him yet" fr
 What did he buy him fQr?"
 gro help a snoozer that was sittin' in bad luck"
 Faust had an odd habit of causing his fat sides to ripple like troubled water when he wished to convey the impress sion that he was amused; he never laughed, just the rib ripple.
 Whats funny?" Langdon asked, eying Jakey with querulous disfavor.
 Crane buying horse to help man" ," answered the Cherub. wondering if Langdon was so devoid of humor as to take it seriously. ' f"Crane told me so himself" said the trainer; 'tPorter's hurt. an I guess they've in hole, an the boss took over Diablo." 4#
 Say, Dick" and Faust edged close enough to tap the other mans ribs with his thumb. were you born yesterday7 I I,say," continued the Cherub, for Lang don had turned away somewhat impa- fiently, whats the good av givin' me that gup; you didn't stand for it your self-not on yer life. Tn old mans pretty slick; buys bad horse to help poor mutt, an enters him in the Brook lyn, feh ?"&. s'@se7r ssfe -oze " ts' s'e-f' 'The Brooklyn!' D exclaimed Langdon, thrown off his guard.
 With corpulent intensity the Cherub mechanically drew from his pocket the Telegraph clipping and rendered it 1 to Langdon, watching the latters face l closely. That's the pea, Dick, eh?'' he asked. @%# sr Langdon was thinking. Was Crane doubling on him all around? Why the devil hadn't he told him? rf
 Now you ain't takin' in that fairy talk of Cranes any. more'n I am, Dick. Why can't we do bit for ourselves over this; 1t won't hurt the boss none. Won't throw him down. This horse was a good youngster, an Crane didn't get him without seein' him do somethin'. You jest keep me posted, an if he shapes good I can back n fer an old time killin', see? I'll divvy up straight. v
 Langdon didn't answer at once, but finally, in the glamour of Jakey's talk of untold wealth to be acquired, Lang don, swayed by the cupidity of his na- ture rather than his better judgment, promised half-heartedly to cooperate with Faust ~>..
 But no sooner had the latter gone than the lode-star of Langdon's self-interest f1ickered clearly in view, and he prom ised MT. Jakey, mentally, long trip to a very hot place, indeed, rather than & surreptitious partnership over Diablo.
 It was some little time after this, while Faust was feeling somewhat irritated at the absence of information from Langdon, that he had an interview with l Crane.
 "I want you to back The Dutchman to win fifty thousand for me over the Brooklyn Derby" the latter said.
 But there's no winner book on it, objected Faust.
 That's just where your cleverness will come in," suavely answered Crane. There's no hurry, and there are always people looking for foolish money.