The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1905-01-18
A TRICKY JOCKEY.
The Way Ho Won Race to Which He
Was Not Entitled.

Was Not Entitled.
"}arrcy Schroeder once had lit
tie colorcd rider named Felix Carr
working for him who won a race
once through his clevcrness, which
saved Schneider a snug f63tune,"
said follower of the ponies the 9TH
er day. "It was at St. Louis, and
Schroeder had horse entered, the
name of which l have forgotten. 1t
was strictly a two horse race, and
Schrcibcr did not think he could
beat the other horse, but took a
chance straight as well as place.
The horse had 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 gamcly, but
rs soon as the horse drew away then
Schreibcr's horse was ready to quit.
He knew when he was beaten.
"When the betting began the fa-
voritc was ii 10 4 shot, and Schrei-
bcr's horse was at gotM long price
to win. Schreibcr backed his horse
heavily, and the field was finally
called to the post and sent away.
The boy On Schrciber'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, rs got my life down
on this hoss to run second. Eff you
will just stick alongside o. him 10 de
lass fifty yards rs done suah to get
de place. Eff you draw away from
this ole nag he done quit to walk,
an my moneys gone. ! know I amt
able to beat you. but / wants dat
place money. You stick to me an
not run away when we hit de
straight
"By that time the horses w,2e just
passing the half mile pole. The lit
tie colored boy was q good judge of
pace, and while he was talking all
the time he was easing up, so that
10y 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 coiored rider told him he knew
the tavorite 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 to
the last fifty yards he would turn
his mount loose from there to the
wire, and it would have taken q
Dick Welles or n 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
lad more confident OF winning than
the rider of the favor;te unless it
was his colored opponent.
1Goodby,' said the white boy just
as they drew inside the final six
teenth pole. Instead of responding
that chocolate drop went to work.
No game of craps would draw out
more perspiration than the work he
put in on Schreiber's horse from
there to the wire. It was simply
sixteenth of mile sprint, and when
the wire was crossed Schreiber's col
ors were in front. There never was
a full moon that shone more than
that boys face when he returned to
the jndges' stand Those artificial
tears dried up, and in their stead
were smiles extending both ways of
the features. He had won the race
only by clever york and by setting
q trap into which the favorite's rid
er had fallen. It was probably un-i
fair, but jockeys say anything that
is not criminal is fair in horse rae
ing."--naIsas City Star.