Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-04-08

paraded as quietly and decently as q stake
gelding that's been campo igning for five
years on the edge of two oceans
But just she got to the stretch of
track at the end of the grand stand lawn
where she was due to break into little
trot and thus onto the barrier. some pInhead
of yannigan who'd just finished eatints
the last OF a bag of peanuts blew up the
bag and busted 1t with crack of his palm
and away went my mare, like a scared
mother kangaroo with one OF her young I'm
her pouch. She took the wrong way OF
the track for hers. and she got her teeth
down on the bit with snap before she
had taken four jumps
There wasn't any holding her. The man.
Jockey did the best he knew or could But
he might just well have tried to stop an
ice yacht by standing in front of II as to
pull that mare up when she was scared
right, and had got her gnawers down the
steel.
Couldn't Stop Her.
There she goes- gieefuily howled the
grand stand bunch. sli of them familiar
with the nuttiness OF my mare. from hav-
| ing seen her cut-uppngs In other races
| The boy can't get her. She's goi,g TO do
| the first mile in forty fiat. Wow, He's
| letting her down now and all tbe res, Of
the loon language that's so agonizing to a
morse owner that's got runaway going at
| full tilt around the track
The jock was saving at her mouth like
pug In training pulling at "A weight ma
chine TO amuse women folks visiting his
training quarters, but II no use. The
mare was dun a-skeeart. gentlemen. and
| she didn't know anything except to run
away from the thing that had scared her
" Go on. you wienerwurst,' bawIed the
delighted bookies. she flashed by the
stand going the wrong way of the track
| on her first mile around.
Every bookmaker in the ring was in
bad, and knew Ii. In case my mare should
cop, and that's the reason they were 50
gioaty. from their stool perches on the
lawn, over the runaway of the one that
had been opened the rank outsider Ia the
betting and played away down.
His Feelings Hurt.
But | wasn't paying much attention to
these outside happenings The bunch of
conversation that my German friend was
handing me as We stood there In the in
| field, watching the mare swirl idiotically
around the track was all that l could at
tend to at one time.
He was acting like the SHORTY Dutchmau
with the stomach pad and the thick walk
| ing stick in knockabout act In bum
variety show, and the cracks that he was
exhaling in my direction as he gyrated
around the little hill got me whole heap
on the raw.
1--we been svindled-sginnedr he screech-
| ed at me. You put up elm job on me yet!
You ged your raig-off from der poogmakers.
| und den you sgn me into petting five hun
teri tollar on Elm piece of schweitzerkase
NIT fGofs unit hair, I'll show you up al
rettl You syindle me-
THAT was just the teenchiest bit more
| than / felt like standing for My mare had
already galloped two miles and half at the
top of her speed. and still going. with
nix the sign of stopping. but at that L
wasn't going to perch there and let that
square-head chuck the gaf into me that
I'd been phonying him.
q" Say, look a-here. you fat pulp-nut.' l
said to him, dead sore. L don't want any
| more of that kind of conversationing out of
that busy trap of yours. What do you
want for that bunch of tickets on my mare?
| Talk quick, or I'll go into the ring and bet
on her on my own hook
" 'Anydings | can ged for dem" walled
the German, large salt globules beginning
to dribble from his lamps. 'Sginned for
five huntert tollari
At Half Price.
1--we got two hundred and a half that
was saving to dig up for feed bills and to
pay my hands at the wind-up here said
to him. Dye want that for your tickets?'
and pulled my 500 wad out of my clothes
and flashed 1t.
My mare still running away. but I
wasn't going to let this Teutonic waller get
by with the idea that he was being done
and that | was party to the do thing.
He reached out eagerly for the money.
counted it, and stuffed it into his pockets.
handing me his bunch of tickets at the
same time with his other hand.
~ only loose zwei hunter unit half,
| but OATS enough he groaned, and the bar
gain concluded, and then in disgust / left
him and stroled over to the nfield fence.
And Then 1t Happened.
My mare was just coming up the stretch
| the wrong way again, when stable hand
| jumped directly in front of her. waving a
blanket. and she pulled up. She had COW
cred about three miles and a half.
THE spot where she pulled up wasn't
| far from where | was standing and | ran
| down to take look at her. The jockey on
her was so tired that he could hardly hang
| on to the reins. but the mare wasn't in any
| more distress than if she had only been
breezed the length of the stretch for a
Warm-up.
Il slipped out from the iufield to the track,
the length of the stretch to the barrier.
good-natured cracks at me. and the boOkies
gave me the gloat.
And that's about all" concluded the vet
| eran of the game. looking at his stop watch
and closing IL with a snap. You fellows
remember the race. My mare got away in
front, beating the start about four lengths,
and none of the rest of them ever got near
enough to her to ask her what she was
going to have for supper She won by
fifteen lengths, with the man jockey dog
tired on her back that he had to be lifted
from the saddle to weigh in.
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