Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-02-04
II. It was the May meeting at Morris

1 Park.
 John Porter, walking up the steps of the grand stand, heard some one call him by name. Turning his head, he saw it was James Danby, an owner, sitting in his private box. Porter turned into the box and, taking the chair the other pushed toward him, sat l down.
 What about Lucretia?" asked Dan- by, with the air of an established friendship which permitted the. asking of such questions.
 She's ready to the minute,'' replied ] Porter.
 Car she get the five furlongs?" queried Danby. She's by Assassin, and some of them were quitters."
 She'll quit if she falls dead,' re- piled the other man, quietly. "Ive worked her good enough to win, and I'm backing her."
 "That'll do for me-" declared Danby. gro tell you the truth, John, like the little mare myself; but I hear that Langdon, who trained Lauzanne, ex- poets to win"
 The bell changed imperiously at the 1 judges stand Porter pulled out his watch and looked at it.
 That's saddling," he remarked, la- conically; T must go and have a bit on the mare, and then take look at her before she goes out"
 AS Porter went down the steps his companion leaned over the rail and crooked his fingers at thin-faced man with blond mustache who had been l I/ n of t,fc ho box.
 What are they making favorite, Lewis?" queried Danby, as the, thin, faced man stood beside him l "Lucretia''
 Whats her price?"
 Two to one"
 What's second favorite?" l "Lauzanne-five to two"
 Porter tells me Lucretia is good business" said Danby in a tentative tone
 "Langdon thinks it's all over. bar the shouting: he says Lauzanna outclasses his field" retorted Lewis.
 "Langdon's betting man; Porters an owner, and good judge, here's 500; put 1t on the mare-straight." | stood in front of 8 bookmaker with a face cast very much on the lines of a Rubens' cherub; but the cherub-type ended abruptly with the plump frontis- piece of "Jakey" Faust, the bookma- ker. Whats Lauzanne's price?" Lew is asked, in an indifferent voice. Faust pretended not to hear him.
 Sure thingi" whispered Lewis to himself. Then aloud he repeated the question, touching the bookmaker on the elbow.
 The Cherub smiled blandly. "Not takin' any," he answered, nodding his head in the pleasant manner of man who Knows when he's got good thing.
 Whats Lucretia?" persisted Lewis. I ''Ill lay you two to one" The questioner edged away, shaking his head solemnly.
 II Here! five to two-how much" but Lewis was gone. | al He hurried back to his friends box. r "Did you get it on ?'' Queried the lat ter.
 "No; don't like the look of it. Faust is holding out Lauzanne; he and Langdon are in the same boat I thought I'd come back and tell you.''
 "And you did right; but if the mare \ wins,s and I'm not on, after getting it straight from Porter, I'd want to go out and kick myself good and hard. But put it on straight and place: then if Lauzanne's the goods we'll save"
 Lewis was gone about four minutes.
 You're on,' he said, when he re- turned; ''I've 200 on LauZanne for my self When John Porter reached the sad ding paddock his brown mare, Lucre- tia, was being led around in circle in the lower corner. AS he walked down toward her his trainer, Andy Dixon, came forward few paces to meet him.
 Are they hammerin' Cranes horse in the ring, sir?"
 "Just what you'd notice." replied Porter. 'tWhy?"
 Well, I don't like the look of 1t 8 little bit. Here's this Lauzanne runs like a dog the last time out-last by the length of 8 street-and now I've got it pretty straight they're out for the stuff"
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 That's just it." cried Dixon. Grant comes to me that day-you know Grant, he works the commission for Dick Langdon-and tells me to leave the horse alone; and to-day he comes and" he hesitated.
 "And what?'
 ''Tells me to go light on our mare. "
 Look here, Andy" said the owner, there isn't man with horse in this state that doesn't think he's going to win; and when it's all over we'll see Lucretia's number go up. Grants a fool" he added, viciously.
 'It's not Grant at all," replied Dixon, rubbing the palms of his hands to- gether, thoughtfully; tits Langdon, an he's several blocks away from an asy- lum."
 Well, I've played the little mare, " asserted Pnrfar