Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-02-11

d--n--Hello!' His sharp ears. had
 the turf In slow measured waln. Aae | peeped between the boards
 ''Yes, it's Mike. And the girl, too,
 blast her! She blamed me fer near be- in eaten alive by that black devil of a
 dope horse. He'll" <;
 This ambiguous exclamation was oc-
 casioned by the sight of his former mas
 ter spring into the saddle on Diablos
 back. -.4.. .a i
 That's the game, eh? God strike me dead. I hope you git enough of him.
 My arms ache yet from bein' near pulled
 out of the sockets by that leather
 mouthed brute. Gee, if the boss hasn't got spurs on! If he ever tickles the
 black wit 'em-say, boys, therell be a merry hell to pay and no pitch hot. ",
 The young Arsb spoke to the boards
 as though they were partners in his in iquity. Then he chuckled diabolicalry,, as in fancy he saw Porter being tram
 pied by. the horse. .,
 ''That'sthe girl on Lauzanne," he mutt, tered; she's the best in the lot, if she, did run me down. A ridin' that sorrel
 nut, too, when she ought to be in the
 house washing dishes. A woman aint
 got no more business hangin' around a. stable than mans got in the kitchen. 1 Petticoats is the devil; 1 never could abide em." -@ r Shandy sometimes harked back to his. early English Whitechapel, for he had come from the old country, and had brought with him all the depravity he, could acquire in the last five years of 1 his existence there. "Ned's got the softest snap in that blasted bunch" as his eye discovered, Carter on Lucretia. He's slipped me- | this go, but I've noggled the boss, so I don't care. I'm next 'em this trip" ! AS the three horses and their ridersi came on to the course he pulled out a, cheap stop-watch Langdon had equipped him with his touting, and started and
 stopped 1t several times. You'll pay fer their. feed. you d-n ole skinfint," he was apostrophizing1 Porter, "an' I'll be next best they can do. an stan in on the rake-off. Gee!' I thought they was out fer trial" he muttered, looking discpnsolately at thei three as they cantered the first part of the journey. ''I'll ketch 'em at the half,
 on the off chance" he added. ! l But though the time piece in his hand
 clicked impatiently, after he pressed the, stem with his thumb, as Diablo's black, nozzle showed past the half-mile post, the three horses still cantered. . Lauzanne was loping leisurely with
 the action of wooden rocking horse. Lucretia, her long, in-tipped ears cooked eagerly forward, was throwing
 her head impatiently into the air as though pleading for just one strong
 gallop. Diablo's neck was arched like the half of cupid's bow; his head, ! almost against his chest, hung heavy in( the reins tight-drawn in Porter's strong hands. His eyes, showing full of sus-I picious whiteness, stood out from his
 lean, bony head; they were possessed of | fretful, impatient look. Froth f1ecked back from the nervous, quivering lips,I and spattered against his black satin skinned chest, where it hung like sea-. foam on holding sand. Whoa! Steady, old boy!" Porter was. coaxing, soothingly. Steady boy!'
 ''The ease up has put the very deuce! l into this fellow" he flung over his, shoulder to Allis, who was at Diablo's' quarter. He's a hard-mouthedN brutel 1 if ever there was one." Hell be all right, dad" she called | forward, raising her voice, for the windt cut her breath; "Shandy rode him with a heavy hand, that's way"
 'I'll put rubber bit in his mouth, to soften it, he pumped, brokenly. Let
 out wrap, girl, and we'll breeze them
 up the stretch; come on Carter, get to 1 the front with the mare. ! A quarter of 8 mile from the finish, the horses raced into a swinging stride Diablo was simply mad with a desirei to galIop; but in the saddle was his master; no horse ever did as he wished! with John Porter. As a jockey, hel would have been unsurpassed. It filed his heart with delight to play with the
 fierce, imperious animal he rode.
 Steady, my boy-no, you don't" This as Diablo stuck his neck straight out like an arrow and sought to hold the bit tight against the bridle teeth, that
 he might race at his own sweet will.