Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-08-27

A knot Of turfmen were talking horse"
on the cafe lawn of one of the Saratoga
hotels shortly after the meeting at the Spa
began.
THE bunch thing observed dapper,
shrewd-eyed man of the bunch-his obvious
prosperity seemed to run to big diamonds
the bunch thing isn't always incubated
for the end book on the dead line. The
bunch connects with the payroll line at
least once in six million times. I know
this. because If 1 haven't had six million
lunches. then l never had six minutes
sleep.
The autumn wind-up at Latonia in '95
found ME cropping for cover. I'd been try
ing to pick EN- from the ground on a bank
roll that looked as If 1t had been run over
by three hook and ladder trucks, but
hadn't been able to play them back far
enough. Il hadn't hankered to run shoe
lace into shoe and leather bank but I'd
had wistful hope of making one of the
winter tracks If they'd run for me without
swerving. But they wouldn't.
when the Latonia wind-jammer mount
ed the stand and punched taps out of his
bugle after the final race on the last day
OF the meeting, l wasn't there with the
price of a paraffine bag of sailed peanuts
Worse than that,t was a paddock on the
outside of my chamber door IN the Cincin-
natl lodging house and 1 didn't know the
paddock combination. l was walking out
of the gate, with my lamps glued to the
ground for dropped money that everybody
had forgotten to drop, when a fellow I
knew, who'd beer doing the best he could
around the track slid UP behind me and
gave me a back wallop.
'Raked, hey?' he said to me.
Il told him that If turkeys were ten
cents apiece I wouldn't be able to slap a
jay-bird on the wrist.
Fixed for the shelter thing and the
get m no dlyy
duck asked me.
I'm a bum I told him. .Time-lock on
my door, meal ticket punched to the mar
gin, everything in. including the three bucks
/ got on the suit case. I'm all right, only
l won't do
That fellow had the pal idea all right,
and I'm never going to overlook him when
the minute comes as it may again. when
he'll need little boost into line.
Well said he, I'm not there with any
thing strong. but I've got the lease on a
shack the size of a pup-tent over beyond
Covington, and I've made cache Of
smoked provisions there. You're welcome
to cut in there and so as far as you like
X
II crossed over to Covington with him
on the bridge trolley, and about mile
from the town and half mile from the troll
ley track was the good pals plant. 1t was
a little, two-room squatter's cabin that he
had found deserted and had fixed up for It's
cheapness and its convenience to the Cow
ington pool rooms in the winter. During a
good streak he'd stocked the wickie up with
hams and sides of bacon and barrels OF
spuds and sugar and coffee and such like,
and there were two single bunks In the
sleeping room.
1T was camping out, but 1t was pretty
soft for me- and a jury-rig right the way
things were coming for me just then. We
got busy with the pans and skillets as soon
as we got in, and in twenty minutes there
was an eat layout smoking on the pine ia
BILE that looked like all the bonbons to me.
for hadn't been connecting with too many
high feasts for several weeks.
I'VE weren't there with whole scad be-
tween u.s. and we didn't expect anybody