Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-02-17

up Tn the struggling mop that hung at Diablo's heels. As they opened a little, swinging around the first turn. Allis caught sight of the white-starrred blue jacket. Its wearer was quite fifth or sixth. +{
 "Lucretia is doing we'll" said Crane: ''she's holding her own: she's Tapped on White Moth" -..,
 It seemed strange to Allis that any thought should come to her mind at that time other than just concern for Lucretia, but she caught herself wondering at Cranes professional words of description. For the time he was changed; the quick brevity of his ut terance tokened an interested excite ment, He was not at all like the Crane she knew.
 "Lucretia's doing better" her com panion added few seconds later. ''If were given to sentiment, should say her gailop was the poetry of motion. She deserves to win. But honestly, Miss Allis, I think she'll never catch the black; he's running like good horse"
 Allis could not answer: the strain was too great for words. .--. .-..-
 Your mare is creeping up, Miss AL lis; she's second to the black now, and they've still good three furlongs to go. You may win yet. It takes good horse to make all his own running for a mile and quarter and then win. His light weight may land him first past the post. There are only four in it now, the rest are beaten off, sure. Diablo is still in the lead; White Moth and Lu- cretia are alength back; and The King is next, running strong. It's the same in the stretch. Now the boys are riding. Lucretfa is drawing away from White Moth-she's pressing Diablo. You'll win yet!'
 His voice was drowned by the clamor that went up from every side. ''Diablo! White Moth! Lucretial" What babel of yells! He's beat! Come on!'' It was deafening. All the conjecture of months. all the hopes and fears of thou sands, compressed intosa few brief sec- onds of struggling endeavor.
 Allis had sat down. There was less frenzied excitement thus.
 God of Justice!" it was Cranes voice, close to her ear; his hot breath was on her cheek; he had leaned down, so that she might hear him. "Your jockey has sold you, or else, Lucretia quit I thought I saw him pull her off. I'm sorry, Miss Allis, God knows I am, though I've won-for Diablo is winning easilyS' Then he strengthened up for an instant, only to bend down again and say: 'Yes, Diablo has won, and Lucre- 1 tia is beaten ofS. Perhaps 1t wasn't the boy, after all, for it's long journey for three-year-old. Can I do-any- l thing for you2 Let me see you down to l the paddock"
 Thank you, the girl answered, struggling with her voice. "Yes, Imust go, for Dixon will be terribly disap- l pointed. I must go and put a brave 1 face on, suppose. It's all over, and 1t l can't be helped. But you've won, and I congratulate you"
 Poor old dad!' she muttered to her. self, Ito have fairly given away Diablo l just when he was ready to win big race" She was glad to get away from the cataract of voices that smothered her like great falling waters. There was little exultation. If it had been any l solace. to her, she had much companion ship in her dashed hopes; for Diablo, the. winner, had not been backed by the general public; the favorite, White Moth. had been beaten.
 After the first outburst sullen an- ger took possession of the race-goers. They had been wronged, deceived; an- other coup had been made by that trick manipulator, Langdon. How carefully he had kept the good thing bottled. up. If the mob could have put into execu- tion it's half muttered thoughts, every post about the Gravesend track would have been decorated with fragment of Langdon's anatomy.
 l Crane accompanied Allis to the pad- dock gate; and she continued on to the fatal number seven stall. Lucretia had just been brought In, looking very dis tressed after her hard race. Two boys were busy rubbing the white-crusted precipitation and dust from her sides; little dark rivulets of wet trickled down the lean head that hung wearily. l tfWell, we lost!" It was Dixon's voice at Allis' elbow '"That1l do," to the boys: 'there. put this cooler on, and walk her about"
 Then he turned to Allis again .She was we'll up with the leaders half way in the stretch; tho't she was goin' to win"
 Was 1t too far for her, Dixon?''
 The trainer did not answer at once. His knitted brows and air of hesitating | abstraction showed plainly that this question of Allis' was one he would prefer to answer days later, if he an- l swered 1t at all
 Didn't she stop suddenly?" AlIis asked again.
 f'I couldn't just see from where was l what happened,' he ro-''ca e-a~fvnT~.
 and I haven't asked the boy yet. An
 here he comes now" as the jockey re-
 turned from the weighing scales. 1 Redpath seemed to think that some