The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1904-07-23

1T has been five years since the
thing happened. and have refrained
from saying anything about the boy,
because l wasn't sure how he was
going to turn out, but l can show as
neat bit of gentleman in him as one
would want to know. What! make a
| jockey out of him? Well, don't think,
not with the mind he's got. Why in
the last five years I've had him at
school in Chicago; he has passed
through every grade of tho public and
high schools, graduating only last week
with the highest percentage ever turned
out. That boy Is going to put IN.
d." after his name IL it takes my last
| horse.
you must excuse this long pre-
amble, old fellow: but must admit
that I am apt to grow bit garru-
lous whenever get talking about him.
However. here's the yarn:
You remember the story told you
about Mediator's last race and the
stable boy Jake, don't you? Yes!
| Well, 1t was five years ago this fall
at Garfield Park, when this same Me-
diator was three-year-old. and run
ming the legs of from everything that
| came up against him, regardless OF
weights or any other handicap the
judges saw fit to impose, but 1t wasn't
the least bit of use; you could not
stop him with anything short of q
bullet or a dose of poison, when he
got going, and Ireckon the owners Of
| other horses came to the same conclu-
sion-at least two Of them did. as
| subsequently ascertained: but I'm get
ting ahead Of my story, so we'll call 1t
a false start, and go back.
"The next race In which Mediator
was entered promised to be a most
! exciting one; not because of the size
of the purse (which was a big one),
but on account of the entry Of two new
horses, Corrinthus and Invercand. Of
whom much had been heard and much
was expected.
"In view of these new entries and
the natural uncertainty as to the out
come, was in hopes that Mediator
would be held at little longer odds
than usual, and as had the utmost
confidence in his ability to win out,
| was prepared to make a good clean
up.
"The afternoon before the race I
was on the track. when 1t occurred
to me that I-had forgotten to give
some important instructions to my
stable man, which required immedi-
ate attention, so I took out my note
book. scrubbed few lines to him,
and then looked about for a bearer. l
noticed a ragged looking black boy
peering through the pickets of the
| fence. | asked him IL he knew where
the Morrigan paddock was. He said
he did, and | noticed that as he did
so he raised his hand up to his brim-
| less old straw hat.
"TalSe this note up to Mike, the
stableman, then, and here! here's a
dollar for you.
| 81 have never been able to figure
out to this day what possessed me to
give that boy dollar. and shall
| never give away another dollar or any
amount of dollars with half the sAtis-
faction felt on hearing the little fell
lows profuse thanks.
THAT evening l took stroll among
| the downtown poolrooms to see how
things were going and incidentally to
drop into Boyd's for a steak and a
| chat. Well, while l was prepared to
| find Mediator at somewhat longer
odds, hardly understood why the two
| new horses should be hot favorites,
while my horse seemed to be considered
| me plenty of food for reflection; and
| the subsequent scraps of conversation
| which | overheard while eating my
steak, which, By the way. seemed far
below its usual standard of excellence,
| sent me home to restless bed.
| "The next morning | again visited
the poolrooms, and by George! the
bottom seemed to have dropped plumb
out of Mediator odds. However, I'd
be hanged If was going to crawfish,
with what considered the best end
of 1t all through; so l took $4,000
worth of him at five to one.
| 81 was making my way out, Of the
crowd when I felt something pulling
at my sleeve; looked down, and rec
ognized Immediately the boy who had
been my messenger the day before.
He was all out of breath, and his eyes
were as big as salt cellars as he half
whispered:
"'Ah's bin lookin' fer yer all mawn-
ing, sab! Abs got suthin' mighty
'ticular ter tell yer. sah.'
"'Well, what is it, answered.
"He looked cautiously around and
answered in a low tone: 'Ah KANT
tell yer here. sab; don't yer know
some place WHARF All kin tell yer on
de quiet, sah?'
81 took him around to a private
room near by. wish I could tell you
| the story he told me, In the exact
darkey dialect he used; with the ges-
lures and grimaces and information of
voice, but can't-no white man could
so I'll tell 1t briefly in my own
way.
ct seems that the boy was waif.
and had drifted up to Chicago from
Memphis, and had been hanging about
Garfield park in the hope-of getting