The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1904-11-02

ton population is something intense.
A dead sure thing perforated along
to Washington something more than a
fortnight ago. Nobody knew how it
got in or exactly where it came from.
But it took a hold Immediately, and
the town rocked and swayed with it
for more than 10 days.
The pipe was thing called Pani-
que, a maiden three-year-old.
Panique, is appeared, belonged to a
veteran Of the turf game who is very
well known around Washington from
having raced his horses here for many
years past.
The Strengthening of the century
was going to be pulled off on Panique.
That was the word that went around.
Panique had never won a race, but
was going to walk home in race at
Morris park, with all kinds of a price.
The name Of Panique was whispered
around offices and stores and shops by
clerks ambitions to become wealthy
while they waited. They waited. The
certainty of the killing developed by
aecretion of the Panique sure-thing
spread around town,
The trick can't lose" became the
word. "old man says that it's in
and cooled out, and you know what a
cautions old chap B is. Get busy. Go
to it with the roll !"
The young men behind the cigar
counters in the hotels had it, and dis
seminated it among the strangers with
in the Washington gates.
"When's it going to come Off" was
the inquiry put by some of them, but
there was no satisfaction on that sub
ject. Nobody knew when 1t was going
to happen. 1t was simply known and
known with a possitiveness almost pa
thetic in its absoiutensss of iteration
that the first time Panique was going
to stretch home all alone, and with
misrepresentation price.
Men who rarely or never frivod with
the horses began to fall into reyeries
over the constant whispered accounts
they heard of the Panique cinch. Eve
~ fellow who ..got" the good thing and
passed it whisperingly around solemn
" warned those to whom he mention.
ed it not to say anything about it to
anybody else.
Because II all hands get it, they
explained, the price will be queered,
see?''
The Panique situation was intensi-
fled when the rrmor got around that a
certain washington dead-game, lust
back from New York, had been pani-
que put through workout by the
light Of the moon in the middle of the
night, and that the horse done six
furlongs in nothing" or better.
Every down-tow man with an ear
attached to his head had heard of the
Paniqne cinch before last Tuesday.
All Of them, consequently, were watch-
ing the entries for the name OF Pani-
que.
| Panique's name appeared among the
entries In the morning papers of last
Tuesday. Panique was scheduled to
so In the first race at Morris park.
It may be questioned whether the
handbooks Of Washington ever before
drove such fiourishing business, even
on big stake race days, as they did on
Tuesday last.fThe money on the
pipe" flowed at the beginning of office
hours. It reached them In all sorts Of
amounts, from gummy one-dol1ar bills
| to tidy little packages Of $50 ana 500.
The makers OF the hand-books ate
the money up" as the saying runs.
They had heard about these sure
things several times before In fact,
they had been known to start these.
sure-thing stories a-going themselves.
Young chaps, bending over their
desks all day Tuesday looked sort Of
tWitchy and nervous. Most of them
seemed indisposed to talk. Their obvi-
GUS nervousness increased as the after
noon wore on.
| That benevolent institution over the
river at st. Asaph was packed ana
TANNED and cluttered with possessions
of the Panique cineh on Tuesday after
noon. Many of the visitors had never
been in a pool room in their lives be-
fore
When the first line Of betting came
in on the first Morris park race, and
Panfque was chalked M at 10 to 1 to
the counters Of the ticket writer's set
in. Because the price was only 10 to
they all figured that Panique looked all
the better-the bookies at the track
had smelt the rat and became afraid Of
the pipe" they argued.
At the benevolent st. Asaph plant
they all but broke each Others arms
in crowding up to the ticket writer's
with their money.
The "They're-off-at Morris Park"
moment arrived.
Nov! Nowi howled and walled the
Panique people, beginning to snap
their fingers as the operator started to
call off the progress of the race
Panique never got so much as
whistle from the operator. Panique
never even threatened to get a CALI
at any stage Of the race
Thus the cake was dough, and a lot
of dreaming young fellows who had
contemplated quitting their jobs on
their winnings and starting to make
book on their own hook began to treat
their bosses a bit more respectfully and
to exude that dismal old dirge, "You
can't beat EN-
But the very next sure thing that
comes to town thew will fall t0