Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-02-22

| Well, ye pest look out--he looks pur- ty tough. Whats he playin'' ye fer?" | 'He advised me to bet money on Lau- sanne."
 "The divil he did! What tn yellow moon does he know about the chest unt; did ye back him?"
 Mot yet"
 Are ye goin' to?" .....
 *'I don't know. Do you think Lau- Eanne might come in first?'
 A slight smile relaxed the habitually drawn muscles of Mikes grim visage; It was moons since he had heard any, body talk of horse coming in frst;" he was indeed a green bettor,, this young man of the counting house. What was he doing there betting at all, Mike wondered. It must be because of his interest in the girl, his reason an- swered.
 "I t'ink he'll win if he does his best for her."
 1 Docs his best for who?" .-s..."... Mike got to cover; his ungoverned tongue was always playing him tricks.
 Miss Allis is managing the horses" he explained, very deliberately, 'an' there's a new by up on Lauzanne's pack. dye understand; an if the chest nut doesn't sulk, does his best fer the 1 young misthress that'll be watchin' him here in the stand wit tears in her eyes, he moight win--d'ye onderstand?" l Yes, Mortimer understood. | Now I must go" Mike continued; "an' ye needn't come in the paddock if the by is there I'll sind him out.'' When Alan's seeker returned to Old Bill he said: "Mr. Gaynor thinks your choice might come in flrst-''
 "Why was Irish steerin' you clear of | de paddock?" asked the other. l T suppose 1t was to save me the ex- pense of buying ticket for it.
 The other man said nothing further, but the remembrance of Mikes wink convinced him that this was not the sole reason.
 l They waited for young Porter's ap- pearance, but he did not come. 'The geezer yer waitin' fer is not in dere or he'd a-showed up," said Old Bill; ''an' if yer goin' to take de tip, we'd better skip to de ring an see what's doin'."
 Mortimer had once visited the stock exchange in New York. He could not help but think how like unto it was the betting ring with it's horde of pushing, struggling humans, as he wormed his way In, following close on Old Bills heels. Mortimer realized that but for l his guide he never would have pene- trated beyond the outer shell of the buzz ing hive. He was eager to have the bet made and get out into the less congest- l cd air.
 l At last they reached some sort of a harbor; it was evidently an inlet for which his pilot had been sailing A much composed man in tweed suit, across which screamed lines of gaudy color, sat on a camp stool, with 8 weary, tolerant look on his browned face; in his hand was card on which were penciled the names of the Derby l runners with their commercial standing 1 in the, betting mart
 Old Bill craned his neck over the shoulder of the sitting man, scanned the book, and, turning to Mortimer, said: "Larcen's nine to one now; dey're cut- tin him-wish I'd took tens; let's go l down de line"
 They pushed out into the sea again, and were buffeted of the human waves; from time to time Old Bill anchored for few seconds in the tiny harbor which surrounded each bookmaker; but it was as though they were all in league-the same odds on every list.
 Its same as 'sociation book" he | t,1 one of 'em. Here's Jakey Faust" he | added, suddenly; Tets try him."
 What prices Larcen?" he asked of the fat bookmaker. What race is he in?"' questioned the penciler.
 l Dis race; what you givin' mel"
 Don't know the horse." | Mortimer interposed. s'The gentle4 man means Lauzanne,'' he explained. Faust glared in the speakers face. ''Why tn ell don't he talk English then; I'm no Chinaman, or a mind reader, to guess what he wants Lau- l Tanne is nine to one; how much dye want"
 Lay me ten?" asked Old Bill of the bookmaker. sla | "To how much?"
 "A hun'red; an me frien' wants a hun'red on, too.''
 "I'll do it,'' declared Faust, inpatient ly. Ten hundred to one, Lauzanne!" he called over his shoulder to his clerk, taking the bettors money; "an' the number is-?" Twenty-Five, t'ree-four- r-six!" an swered Old Bill. Pass him yer dust, ' he continued, turning to his companion.
 The latter handed his money to Faust.
 "Lauzanne!" advised Old Bill.
 "A thousand-to-hu hundred - Lauzanne. win; an the number is-" he stretched out his hand, and, turning over Morti- ner's dangling badge, read. aloud: Twenty-Five, three-five-seven" | (To Be Continued.J | ZEBRA TC EACTTy TAMEn