Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-02-08


 T was sitting with some friends here," he explained.
 "Yes, saw her," she commented pointedly.
 At that instant one of the men in front sai6, with bears snar1, Well, that's the worst ever; I've seen some jobs in my time. but this puts it over ,| anything yet"
 Didn't you back the little mare?" thin voice squealed. It was the tout.
 Back nothin'! The last time out she couldn't untrack herself, an to-day she comes, without any pull in the weight, and wins in walk from The Dutch man; and didn't he beat her just as easy the other day?' Belle Langdon looked into Cranes face. and her eyes were charged with a look of reciprocal meaning. Crane winced How aggressively obnoxious this half-tutored girl mistress of many gay frocEs, could make herself! There was an implied crime partnership in her glance which revolted him. Dick Langdon must have talked in his own home. The malicious glitter of the girls small black eyes contrasted strongly with the honest, unaffected look that was forever in the big tranquil eyes of A1lis. They were just at the head of the steps, and the tout was saying to the fat expostulator: ''I could have put you next; I steered big better on-he won i 8 thousand over the mare. I saw Bos- tons betting man havin' an old-time play. an I knew it was a lead-pipe cinch." l its all right to be wise after the race,' grunted the fat man. ~~r .r
 'Gwan! the stable didn't have a penny on Lucretia last time; an what do you suppose made her favorite to- day?" questioned tho tout, derisively. "It took bar'l of money" he continued, full of his own logical deductions, ''an I'll bet Porter cleaned up s20,000. He's a pretty slick cove, is old Honest John,' if you ask me-" The girl at Cranes side cackled a laugh. He's funny, isn't he,'' she said, holding her big plumed hat in the direction of the man-group. He's a talkative fool!" muttered the banker, shortly. '"The steps are clear on the other side. Miss Langdon; you can get down there. I've got to go into the paddock; you'll excuse me-"
 In the paddock Crane soon encoun- tered Langdon.
 He didn't run very good horse. sir" began the trainer
 'I thought otherwise replied Crane, measuring the immediate vicinity of lis- tenerg.
 l "I had to draw it a bit fine,'' de- clared Langdon, with apologetic re- I monstrances. !. Running second is always bad busi- ness, except in a selling race,' retorted his master.
 I've got to think of myself growled Langdon. eff he'd been beat of, thered been trouble; the stewards have got the other race in their crop bit yet"
 I'm not blaming you, Langdon, only was just trifle afraid you were going to beat Porters mare. He's friend of mine, and needed win badly I'm not exactly his father confessor, but I'm his banker, which amounts to pretty much the same thing
 What about the horse, sir?" asked the trainer. ss.s5sz f.E@
 We'll see later on. Let him go easy for the present" "I wonder what he meant by that" Langdon unused to himself as Crane pqysa rads as foq aon5 pake neReay he stumbled upon solution of the enig ma. We'll, Pm d-d if that wasn't slick; he gave me the straight tip to leave Porter to him-to let him do the plannin'; see.''
 - VII.
 Porter was an easy man with his horses Though he could not afford to work out his theory that two-year-olds should not be raced, yet he ran them at, longer intervals than was general
 ''I'll start the little mare about once more this season. he told Dixon. She's too good beast to do up in her young days. The Assassins made good three year-olds, and the little mares dam, Maid of Rome, wasn't much her first 1 year out-only won once-but as a three-year-old she won three out of four starts, and the fourth year never lost race. Lucretia ought to be great mare next year if lay her by early this sea- son. She's in couple of stakes at Gravesend and Sheepshead, and we'll just fit her into the softest spot
 What about Lauzanne?" asked the trainer 'I'm afraid he's bad horse"
 How is he doing?" ~
 He's stale. He's bad doer-doesn't clean up his oats, and mopes."
 "I guess that killing finish with The Dutchman took the life out of him.
 q don't think it was the race, sir," Dixon replied; "they just pumped the cocaine into him till he was fair blind drunk; I give him ball, a bran mash and Lord knows what all, an the poi sons workin' out of him.
 Il never heard of such a thing" com mented Porter. "A man that would dope a two-year-old ought to be ruled off, sure."
 T think you oughter make kick, sir" said Dixon, hesitatingly.
 T don't. When I sQueal, Andy, it'll