The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-06-16
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horses with their noses to the ribbon.
They were an orderly lot with the eS-
ception of Proper and Bad News, who were
extremely fractions and gave the assistants
| on the track no end OF trouble. Round
and round they twisted, with the jockeys
cruel b,lllwhips sashing them over the
legs all to no purpose.
Finally Proper made vicious kick at
Delhi and caught the keene colt a hard blow
in the hind leg. which he lifted as if in pain,
Starter Cassidy roared until his face looked
like railroad danger signal, but still the
two bad tors waltzed around. apparently
determined to make all the trouble possible.
OFF TO A FAIR START.
Starter Cassidy's eye finally caught them
all in a straight line, and he raised the barrier
to beautiful start Every horse got a
fair break, and with the quickness with
which they got away went up the tumultu-
Gus cry all over the track:
They're of! They're running"
Then began a race that was not only a
moving picture filed with thrilling Incidents
but acted as an electric battery on the great
crowd of men and women. Hysterical
shrieks, excited cries and a low rum BILE
that swelled into roar helped to send the
horses away on their journey.
Tommy Burns, always alert at the post
had Delhi in motion simultaneously with
the pressing of the button, and with several
mighty strides the keene horse made a
dash for the rail, which he secured so quickly
that there was cry of joy from those who
had helped to make the son of Ben Brush
the favOrite.
But O'Neill was just as much ON the alert
as Burns, and though he was compelled to let
along with so much swiftness of foot that
she was close upon the Keene colts flank
with Adbell, Proper and Alan Ia Dale close
behind all struggling for advantageous
| positions
Mis-, Crawford, Joaquin, English Lad and
The others were more allie to get into their
strides, and it was not until the first quarter
pole was reached that anything like good
line on the general run Of the race could he
obtained
Then it was that Delhi showed the way
with length and naf over Beldame,
who was running directly behind him two
lengths in front Of ADJ ell, with Joaquin,
First Mason and Proper closely punched
and the others strung out behind
The first quarter had been run in 024 3-5
and Delhi was travelling along under wraps
his mouth wide open and Burns looking
around him to take in the situation at a
glance.
O'Neill also had Beldame under firm
restraint, while Fountain. who rode Adhell
seemed to be hustling along the Madden
colt with undue haste. Joaquin, who was
on the outside, was running easily. and so
was First Mason and Proper But the
Others seemed to be in the midst OF q mad
scramble to make up the lost ground their
riders, apparently feeling that no time
should be wasted in an attemrt to get
nearer the pacemakers.
DELHI LEADS IN THE BAcKsTRETcH.
Around the lower turn and into the back
stretch the mighty Delhi fairly flew. He
increased his lead to two lengths as he
rushed up to the half mile post where
he was timed in 0:4s l-5 But Beldame
was running so smoothly that even the most
ardent supporters of Delhi refrained from
giving vent to their feelings because the
race was still very young and O'Neill had
not made move
Adbell, Joaquin, First Mason and Proper
held the. same relative places that they
had held at the quarter the others still
struggling along in the dust cloud with no
chance to distinguish themselves.
IL was nj ths thIee-quarrer pole that
Delhi began to show the effects of the pace
making. Burns, at that point let out
link or two and began to urge the Keene
colt in order to maintain his advantage.
The crisis was at hand for as Delhi reached
the beginning OF the far turn, where he was
burst Of speed rushed up to his flank, thereby
showing that she had only just begun to
run her race.
1t was now desperate moment for
Burns, and as he saw Beldame cutting down
his advantage stride by stride he sat down
to ride Delhi as if for his life. On rushed
the son of Ben Brush with all the gameness
that he possessed, and on came Beldame
with tremendous power under slight
urging from O'Neill.
Where one jockey was riding with all the |
strength at his command the other was |
simply nursing along the great mare with !
the skill OF an accomplished horseman |
who was confident that his mount would |
sooner or later take command. So around !
the far turn the brilliant spectacle was |
watched by the crowd with bated breath |
and humping hearts, no man feeling sure |
enough OF the result to let loose an ear |
splitting warwhoop.
BELDAME's NOSE IN FRONT
In fact, save for a suppressed murmur
and the low buzzing Of voices that per-
vaded the multitude there was no undue
excitement until Beldame with mighty
rush, got her nose in front as o 'Neill steered
her into the homestretch. The mile had
been comp eted then in l:4l is. and Delhi
was beaten.
He was beaten to a standstill, too. for
though Burns applied the. whip and drove
his spurs into the colts glossy TANKS there
OF his former greatness.
He cured up like a selling platter and amid
the groans of his heartbroken supporters
he dropped back to ignominious defeat,
and as Beldame with queenly bearing
loomed up as winner even quarter of a
mile from the waiting judges the crowd,
bubbling over with enthusiasm, began to
cheer.
But the race was not over by any means.
Tor as Beldame headed Delhi both Proper
and First Mason, with Joaquin hanging
TO them, came bounding along on the Out
side, their jockeys leaning over in wild
efforts to increase their speed. O'Neill had
not made move for HIS whip up to the
last furlong pole, but hearing the cry that
swept upfrom thousands of threats, Proper.
Proper! Here comes Proper" be reanhed