Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-02-18

LauSQOu ODSeTVSQ III all lnJuTeQ tOucs as though somehow the mare's excel- lence was an unwarrantable interfer- ance with his rights. --
 What about the jock?" asked Faust.
 'No good-can't be done. He's mooney on the gal"
 "Huh!" commented the Cherub. Did you talk it over with the boss? Whats his little game? Is he going to hedge on the mare?"
 "No; he'll stand his bet fat-footed. Sav, he's the slickest! If he didn't give me the straight office that the mare might get sick then I'm a Dutch man."
 We're both Dutchmen." The Cherub laughed immoderately at his stupid joke. See, we're both standin' for The Dutchman, ain't we?"
 Langdon drowned at the others 1evity. You'll laugh out the other side your mouth if Lucretia puts up race in the Derby like she did in the Handicap"
 But ain't she goin' to get sick? We could whip-saw them both ways then, that's if we knew it first. could lay against her an' back your horse"
 'I wish the old man wasn't so devel- ish deep; he makes me tired some times; gives 1t to be straight in one breath that he's got reasons for want in to win the race, an then he pulls that preacher mug of his down peg an says, solemn like: But don't in terfeTe with their jockey Then he talks about The Dutchman or Lucretia gettin' the influenza, and that Andy Dixon is pretty fly about watchin' the mare. Now what do you make out of all that, Jake?" ..
 Well, you are mug. 1t don't need no maxim up. The books all rounded to. He wants the mare stopped, an don't want no muddlin' about with the jockey, see? Wasn't there row over stoppin Lucretia last year? Wasn't the boy set down for. the meetin'? You ought to know; you had to pay through the nose. But what made the old man talk about the mare gettin' sick?" Langdon searched his memory; just how was that subject started? "D--n it! yes, told him about the two-year- old havin' the influenza"
 "Well, Dick, my boy, you've guessed it, though you wern't trying. Crane would like to see the Porter mare coughin'." - .-..-
 But you can't take strange horse into their stable, an him sick" ob- jected the trainer.
 Right you are. Dick. But you could take the sicAness there, if you had a boy with the sabe."
 T was thinkin' of that,'' said Lang- don rouaor1UaIv HT was wondarin' if that's what the boss meant"
 Sure thlng-that's hls way: he nev- CT wants to stand in tor none of the blame, but he liAes to feel sure that he's going to win Ut looAs a bit like it, d-n me if it don't; an l believe he was givin' me a pointer about the proper boy for the job, too. He said Shandy would get a horse quick enough if he was paid for it.'' g..
 There you are; what more do you want? Would you have Crane get out on the housetop an shout to you to go an cruel Porler's mare? He's slick, he. .is,- an if it can be done you've got great chance
 I'm a poor man." whined Langdon, "an' cant take no chances on losin' ten. thousand, if it can be helped"
 Its got to be done right away. cause it'll take a couple, of oay to get the mare coughin'." at@
 ''I told Shandy to come here." said the trainer. He ought to be turnln' up soon. When you hear him knock, just slip into the other room, an leave the door open little so that you can hear what takes place. God knows what the young imp wouldn't swear to if fellow had no witnesses l think he's comin' here tonight to ask me to pay him to do some dirty job, an I won't do it, see?" and he winked at Faust. "He's a bad boy," said the bookmaker, in tone of condemnation.
 There he is now," declared Lang don. "I hear a step on the gravel. Quick, slip into the room; he'll be peepin' through the windows; he's like fox" ...-. ..4 ....-
 There was a knock at the door When Langdon opened it Shandy shuf- fled into the room with peculiar rock in'-horse sort of gate, just like the trot of skunk. ..... ...
 Have you heard anything from the Porter stable?" Langdon asked, when the boy had taken a seat.
 ''The little mares well," the boy answered, laconically.
 That's bad luck for us, Shandy. We'll be poorer by the matter of few thousands if they win the derby"
 Who's we?" questioned Shandy, with saucy directness.
 ''The whole stable. A man has played The Dutchman to win hundred thou sand, an he's goin' to give the boys, one or two of them five hundred if it comes off"
 The small imp's weak, red-lidded eyes took on hungry, famished look. 'What're you givin' us-is that straight goods?" he demanded, doubt fully.
 Langdon didn't answer the question direct; he said. My mans afraid somebody'll get at The Dutchman. There's lot of horse sickness about, an if anyone was to take any of the