The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-09-27

plexion and very regular features, marred only by large and obtrusive mole beneath the left eye. One evening, a few days before the races, the two ladies were seated on a dogcart drawn up near the band-stand, while two of the gilded youths of SerajupOrO Iolled against the splash board. They were chaffing Miss Faulk- her about her pony, an unkempt, wicked looking old black. which how ever, had the lines of a racehorse and showed signs of having been a good 'un in the mistry past,
 That's a queer old stick you've got in the shafts. Miss Faulkner. Where did you find him?" Don't call him bad names, please, because he is really a splendid pony" "Was?"
 ''No, sis, and he could beat most of your ponies to-day-even that chestnut that you're so proud of, MT. Williams. MT. Dallymore told me so.
 "Oh, he belongs to Dalymore, does he?"
 Yes"
 William winked at his chum.
 Well, will you make race with me? or get Dallymore to enter him for the cup, if he's so good as all that! We want. some more starters" Al right, I'll ask him, but don't know whether can get him to agree; he so funny about his ho-ses.''
 ''Oh, of course he will if you make a bet on it. Come now I'll bet you six pairs Golden Clean beats him in the cup"
 "six pairs? To what?"
 'I1I ask for it when I've won the hat,' whispered Williams, looking very liyeIike, and Miss Faulkner blushingly changed the conversation. Next morning Williams received a little note to say that Dallylnore would enter the black pony, and he had bet ter send for the gloves at once. He tossed the letter over to Webb.
 Well, of all the cheek! To try to catch us with an aged old trick like this. That black pony's a flier, or I'm a greater fool than like to imagine. Dallymore lent him to those girls and puts them up to backing him for gloves and now he means to back and win the cup with him, while the public money goes on Marguerite. It's a plant of the worst kind, and, besides, to bring an innocent girl like Miss Faulkner into it is playing it too low down altogether. However, the Hon. Bob has over reached himself for once"
 Some people scoffed at the latest en- try for the cup, but although William and Webb tried hard to keep the secret to themselves, conscious pride pre- vailed, and two days before the race the whole station had seen clean through Dallymore's precious scheme.
 Marguerite and Golden Clean were the only two ponies backed until Miss Faulkner's trapper-now called Black Mackle e"-ran up in the betting list. The two professional and several anna teur books soon put him above Mar guerite, and thereafter Golden Gleam s opened out to sixes, since evsn Will Ham would have nothing to do with his own pony.
 l He could not resist the temptation to tell Miss Faulkner how the Hon. Bob was making use of her to as- slst his money making plot. She was naturally furious, and Williams had the greatest difficulty in persuading her from at once confronting the deceiver. He pacified her only by the reminder that Dallymore's punishment would be far heavier if they allowed him to re- main in ignorance of their discovery of his unprincipled scheme.
 ; Meanwhile Dallymore went quietly on his way, and although he must have noticed the sidelong glances cast at him on the course and in the club, he i did not seem to concern himself with anything outside his stables, in and around which he spent the greater part of his time.
 1 Thanks to their little secrets, Will Hams and Miss Faulkner grew friendly much to the annoyance of the doctor,