Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-02-19

the trainer, her father had but a very poor opinion of the chestnut's powers.
 Who'll ride him P he asked petu- lantly. "It seems you can't trust any of the boys nowadays. If they're corkscrew. Redpath didn't ride Lucre- tia out in the handicap, and whether he rides the mare or Lauzanne 1t seems all one-weH get beat anyway"
 Another boy will have the mount on Lauzanne." Allis answered.
 What difference will that make? You can't trust him."
 You can trust this boy, father, as you might your own son, Alan"
 T don't know about that. Alan in the bank is all right, but Alan as a jockey would be a different thing"
 Father, you would trust me, wouldn't you?"
 ''I guess would, in the tightest cor ner ever chiseled out"
 "Well, you can trust the jockey that's going to ride Lauzanne just as much. know him, and he's all right. He's been riding Lauzanne some, and the horse likes him."
 ''It's all Lauzanne,' objected Porter, the discussion having thrown him into a petulant mood. ''Is Lucretia that bad ---is she sick?"
 She leaned over and kissed her fath- CT in hopeful, pretty way. The con- tact of her brave lips drove magnetic 1 flow of confidence into the man. "You are brick, little woman, If ever there was one. Just tiny bunch of pluck, ain't you, girl? And. Allis." he con- tinued, If you don't win the derby, come and tell me about it yourself. won't you?'
 T won't come and tell you that we've lost, dad; I'll come and tell you that we've won; and then we'll all have the biggest kind of blowout right here ill the house. We'll have champagne 1 supper, with cider for champagne, eh, ! dad? Alan. and Dixon, and old Mike, 1 and perhaps we'll even bring Lauzanne i in for the nuts and raisins at dessert" "
 Nov must go back to my horses ' 1 declared Allis, with another kiss. .'Good-by, dad-cheer up;" and as she \ went up to her room the smile of hope l vanished rom her lipsfand in it's place came one of firm, dogged resolve Al lis needed much determination before i she had accomplished the task she 1 had set herself-before she stood in { front of a mirror. arrayed in the pur- pie and fine linen of her brother. She had thought Alan small, and he was for a boy, but his clothes bore terri bly suggestive impression of misft- they hung loose.
 Her crusade had it's side of comedy; 1 she chuckled as, muttering ''In for g l penny; in for a pound," she reincar- mated herself completely, so far as out l ward adornment was concerned. Ther she examined herself critically in the glass The mirror declared she was g passable counterfeit of her brother; all but the glorious crown of luxuriani hair Perhaps she had better leave fl l as it was until she had met with tho I approval of Dixon--the terrible sacri flee might be for nothing. She waver- ed only for an instant-no half meas 1 ures would do. "In for a penny; in fol l pound"
 Twice she took up pair of scissor: and each time laid them down again; 4 then, surinking from the grinding hiss l of the cutting blades, she clipped with I severish haste the hair that had beer her pride. It was but rough job al best, but the change in her appearance was marvellous. She drew her cap ovel her shorn head, packed her own gar ments and few of her brothers in { large bag, buttoned her new market !, coat tight up to her throat, and once more surveyed herself in the glass From head to foot she was ready Nov she was ready to pass her mother as Allis in her own long cloak, and appear befQre Dixon without it as boy.
 s1'm taking some clothes back with me, mother" she said, when she de. ] scended ..Let Thomas bring ths bag l down, please"
 I You're getting dreadfu1ly mannist in your appearance, daughter, it's that f cap
 II have to wear something like this about In the open,' answered Allis. But for travelling, girl, it seems ou, of place. Let me put hat on you. declare thought it was Alan wher you came into the room"
 "I can't wait; this will do. must be off to catch my train. Good-by mother; wish me good luck" and she hurried out and took her seat in the buggy.
 (To Be ContinuedJ