Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1905-09-11
A TRICKY JOCKEY.
The Way He Won a Race to Which He
Was Not Entitled.

was NO1 EntitleC.
Barney Schneider once had lit
tie colored rider named Felix Carr
working for him who won a race
once through his cleverness, which
saved Schneider a snug fortune"
said follower of the ponies the 9th
er day. cit was at st. Louis, and
Schneider had a horse entered, the
name of which | have forgotten. 1t
was strictly a two horse race, and
Schneider did not think he could
beat the other horse, but took a
chance straight as well as place.
The horse had a bad habit of stop
ping, and the colored boy who rode
him knew this as well as any one.
If another horse would hang along
with him he would fight gamely, but
as soon as the horse drew away then
Schreiber's horse was ready to quit
He knew when he was beaten.
'When the betting began the ia
vorite was a l to shot, and Schrei-
ber's horse was at good long price
to win. Schneider backed his horse
heavily, and the field was finally
called to the post and sent away.
The boy on Schreiber's horse knew
he could keep up for six furlongs IN
any company, so he drew up along
side of the jockey on the favorite
and said, with tears in his eye-and
he could cry bit, too, when neces-
sary: Say, Bud, Is got my life down
on this boss to run second. Ef you
Will just stick alongside O him to de
lass fifty yards Is done suah to get
de place Eff you draw away from
this ole nag he done quit to a walk,
an my moneys gone. | know | amt
able to beat you, but l wants dat
place money. You stick to me an,
not run away when we hit de
straight
by that time the horses were just
passing the half mile pole. The lit
tie colored boy was a good judge OF
pace, and while he was talking all
the time he was easing up, so that
by the time the two horses had gone
four furlongs they had slackened
their speed unconsciously. There
was nothing else in the race fast
enough to keep up. The boy on the
favorite swelled up like toad when
the colored rider told him he knew
the favorite had no chance to lose
and he said he would let Schreiber's
horse take the place. That choco-
late colored lad knew he had Won
his opponent over If the speed they
were maintaining was kept up tc
the last fifty yards he would turn
his mount loose from there to the
wire, and it would have taken 6
Dick Welles or a Voter or an Ivan
the Terrible to catch him then. Sit
| ting down low in his saddle ready to
make the final squirt, the colored lad
waited patiently. Never was there a
lad more confident Of winning than
the rider of the favorite unless il
was his colored opponent.
'Goodby,' said the white boy just
as they drew inside the final six
tenth pole. Instead of responding
: that chocolate drop went to work
, No game of craps would draw ou
more perspiration than the work h
: put in on Schreiber's horse from
, there to the wire. It was simply
! sixteenth of a mile sprint, and whel
the wire was crossed Schreiber's col
| ors were in front. There never wa
. a full moon that shone more thai
that boys face when he returned t.
the judges stand Those artificial
+: tears dried up, and in their stea
; were smiles extending both ways o
the features. He had won the rae
only by clever work and by settin
, trap into which the favorite's rid
er had fallen. 1t was probably IN
f, fair, but jockeys say anything tina
is not criminal is fair in horse rae
ing"-Kansas City Star.