Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-02-19

 Dixon to one side, he sa1d: It's that divil on wheels. shandy; ye can bet yer sweet loife on that. Two been lay in for that crook; he cut Diablos bri- de and t'rew tn ould man; an he done this job, too"
 "But how could he get at herr" quer- fed the trainer. "The stables been locked; an Finn an Carter were sleepin' in the saddle room"
 "That divfl could go where a sparrer could. How did he git in to cut the bridle rein-t'rough manure window no biggern' your hat. He done that as know"
 Well, if the mare's got it we're in the soup. Have you seen Miss Porter about, Mike?" 'T did minute ago, and here she comes now. I'll skip. D---n if want to see them gray eyes when ye tell about the little mare It'll just break her heart An maybe I wouldn't break the back av' the divil as put up this dirty job. It isn't Shandy that's as | much to blame as the blackguard that worked him."
 Dixon ran over in his mind many | to Allis, and finished up blurting out: '"The mares coughin' this mornin', Miss; I hope 1t ain't nothin', but I'm afraid she's in for sick spell"
 The trainers words struck chill to | her heart. She could not speak-the misery was too great-but stood de- jectedly listening while Dixon spoke of his suspicious of foul play.
 'I don't suppose we'll be able to prove it, declared Dixon regretfully, "but that doesn't matter so much as | the mare bein' done for; we're out of it now good and strong If we'd known it two days ago we might 8 saved, the money, but we've burned up thou- 1 sand"
 Well have to start LauZanne," said Allis, taking a brave pull at herself and speaking with decision.
 We might send him to the post but that's all the good it'll do us. I'm feared"
 eIve seen him do 8 great gallop." eontended Allis.
 ''He did it for you, but he won't do l 1t for nobody else. There ain't boy l rIain can make him go fast enough for l live funeral But we'll start him, an I'll speak to Redpath about takin' the mount"
 l Allis was thinking very fast; her head with it's great wealth of black hair, dropped low in heavy medita- I ton
 Don't engage him just yet, Dixon, '' she said, looking up suddenly, the l shadow of new resolve in her gray eyes; 'I'll talk it over with you when we go back to the house." I That Allis, could evolve any plan to lift them out of their Slough of De- spond Dixon felt was quite impossible; but at any rate he got a distinct shock when, little later, slight-formed girl, with gray eyes set large and full in a dark face, declared to him that she was going to ride Lauzanne in the I derby herself.
 My God. Miss!" the trainer ex- claimed, you can't do it, what would people say-what would your mother say?"
 People will say the race was we'll ridden, if I'm any judge, and mother won't. be interested enough. to- know whether Lucretia was hitched to a buggy in the derby or not"
 But the judge would never allow a girl--'
 ''Therell be no girl in It." and Allis explained in minute detail the result of her deep cogitation.
 'It won't work; you never could do it,'' objected Dixon. with Respondent conviction. That big head of hair would give you dead away" "The hair won't be in evidence; it I will be lying in my trunk, waiting to be made up into wig after we've | won"
 'No, no; 1t won't do,'' the trainer reiterated; 'teverybody'd know you, an there'd be a fine shindy. I believe you could ride the horse all right enough an if he has chance on earth you'd get 1t out of him. But give up the idea, everybody'd know you.,
 The girl pleaded, but Dixon was ob- durate. He did not contend for an in stant that she was not capable of rid ing the horse-only in a race with SC many jockeys she would find it differ ent from riding trial gallop--but his main objection was that she'd be known.
 Allis closed the discussion by saying that she was going home to encourage her father little over the mares de- feat in the handicap, and made Dixon promise not to engage Redpath for IIauZanne till her return next morning,
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 John Porter was undoubtedly bright ened by his daughters visit. Allis Sx,Jyx A.. A.. A Lucretia might possibly have slight cold-Dixon wash sure; but they were going to run Lauzanne alse. Like |
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