The Saint Paul globe., 1905-01-15

'tOh, I'll try it, Of course" he added,
flushing little; try it, and not hack
in my stable fit to pull dog-cart!
Only don't pluck fellow If he fails.
that's all. But / must have a gage-a
modern gage in black and white"
The getting of the gage was too te-s
dious for telling. but it read:
If Douglas Slade wins the next Bal
lygunge steeplechase, I promise to-
and there she stuck.
He filed in. with his own hand, RE
ward him.
You're to wear it on your casque.
you know" she said, as he folded it up
neatly.
Eyes, I'll tie it in my racing cap
when ride forth to battle In the Cup"
he said as he stood, one foot on the
step of his high dog-cart. and nodded
pleasantly to Beth.
"Now, I'm in a hat,'S thought Slade
to himself, as he drove to his hotel.
Win the Ballygunge Cup with a lot of
broken-down nags, when I have failed
before with the best horse that ever
came to India And the Cayendish
knew couldn't win it when she set
me the pace.
Then he grabbed life line that
dangled into his sea of despair. The
{ life line was Capt. Frank Johnson. He
was standing at the door of the hotel
BY Jove. said Slade, you're just
the man want, Johnson. If there's
anybody on earth, or anywhere else,
that can help me out of this pickle,
you're the man, or fend, as the case
may be-
Up in his room he told Johnson what
he had undertaken to do. The cap
tain whistled merry note of derision.
Do you know what you've run up
against?" he asked. Lord Dicks got
Musket, big winner at Punchestown,
out from home to land this same bit of
jewelry; and, bar him, there isn't a
horse in the country can beat Jovial,
who is in, too.
I'D transfer my horse Chang to
Frank, for mean to start him; but
I'll tell you straight, if the other two
come to the post fit, I'll only win it in
case something happens to both of
them-in case they fall or run out, or
something of that sort. Neither Of
them is apt to do that, though he
continued, regretfully, for they're both
crackers at the Topping game.
But I've got to win it, said Slade,
helplessly; and the look on his face
drew another whistle from the firm,
thin lips of the racing captain.
Johnson sat in deep thought for a
minute If it's as bad as all that"
he said presently. looking at Slade,
! we'll have to hunt up horse to beat
both of them, eh? You've got nothing
in your stable that a donkey couldn't
give pounds to. But Baldecks- just
landed Waller, in a shipload of horses
from Australia, that If we can buy
and get fit in time will take a lot Of
beating. His names Goldfinder He
won over big timber in Australia"
Hope is a good tonic, and the way
Slade rushed things until he had se-
cured Goldfinder was appalling Not
but that there was trouble over it, and
it really seemed as though everybody
was in league to keep him from win
ming the cup. Baldeck wanted it him.
self; in fact, had brought this horse
out to win it to take back to Australia.
Goldfinder's price, s. 500, was all right.
Slade gave that eagerly enough, but
he got over the difficulty of the Cup
for Baldeck by agreeing that, if the
horse won, he would have a duplicate
made, in gold, If he liked, and give it
to him. This seemed a trif1ing and
happy arrangement; but like a good
many other trifing things it turned
out serious in the end.
You'll have to come up with me to
my place. and get Goldfinder ft,'' Slade
said to Johnson. ST want to win this
race, and then quit the turf. I'll have
something else to think Of then," he
added impressively.
So Johnson and his own racing sta
BILE were transported up to Tirhoot.
There was no difficulty about this, for
Capt. Frank had shed the army, and
was racing gentleman pure and sim
ple-not so very pure and simple per-
haps. Slade agreed to make him a
present of Goldinder after the race
was run and won.
We'll have great chance to find out
how the new horse is going,'' Slade re-
marked, with Chang in the string
Chang's almost good enough, and il
my horse turns out a bit better, well
scorch them this trip
When Slade and johnson got the two
horses ready in Tirhoot, on the indigo
planters estate, something else was
being got ready in Calcutta. That was
the working of one John Maynard's
mind over this same Ballygunge Cup
He was in the service too, but that
didn't matter. What did matter was