The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1906-05-04
APPRRITloN IN GREEN.
From the Washington Star.

From the Washington Star.
THAT axiom about our inability TO iudg.
! man by the clothes he wears Is an old
ttaser, but it doesn't lose any of its truth
~fulness as the years slip by" observed a
trainer of race horses just in at Benning
from New Orleans. II saw 1t Illustrated at
The Fair Grounds track in New Orleans
only Il few days ago.
II noticed the man who figures In the
story after the racing had begun that day.
He was undeniably u lovely piece of
work, viewed from any and all angles. i
irst noticed him in the interval between
The second and third races when he
started from the Fair Grounds club house
across the brick lawn in front of the
grandstand to the gate leading to the field
whore mis- tallyho coach was anchored.
He Wore a pale green cutaway suit.
closely buttoned; a greenlsh, tiat-bottomed
stiff hat Ghe Epson Downs pattern, blime
me-; natty shoes of greenish leather, with
sfeenish CATERS to match. hunters green
gloves. with II field glass incased in Il green
case slung over his shoulder by a green
strap.
Any piker could sec that he was a
decorating swell all right. The coarse
Groundlings through and among whom he
strolled nudged each other and furtively
pointed him out with their thumbs.
That's for me- j heard a squash-nosed
regular muttcr, looking up from his dope
charts, as the reverberatlns toff swung by.
u don't see how l kin lose after gittin' d
flash 1T that
"I1inally the dude reached the gate lead
ing 10 the tallyho anchorage. A lot of
Owners and trainers and silent, straw
chewing stable hands and wise regulars
were grouped near the rail close TO the
gate. They surveyed the c%rescendo D-ma-
jor apparition in all green with rapture,
modified by grins as they caught one an-
others eyes.
The bored-looking, sreen-diked toft
halted at the gate and extracted a tiny
silver whistle from one of his Tapped
waistcoat pockets. Placing the cunnin'
silver whistle to his lips, he blew a shrill
DO suns blast upon the pipe.
N tiger seated on the back of the
light green painted tallyho heard the blast
on the pipe. He was in a green coat. with
double rows of silver buttons, white
breeches. top boots. plug dicer with green
cockade. With the first blast of the silver
whistle he stood at attention on the tallyho
and gazed alertly toward the gate whence
the sound proceeded. Espying the green
dlked mob reckoning to him., he quickly
leaped down from the tallyho, bounded
across the field to the gate, saluted the
green-diked dude with the abject obsequi-
BUSINESS of the tiger and stood at atten-
ton, hands glued to his sides.
"'Oh, l say, me man. said the resplend-
ent thing to the waiting tiger, get ME a
handkerchief, S'knaw. It's in the breast
pocket of me paddock coat, on the inside
seat of the drag. me good fellow
THE stunned crowd saw the tiger ea-
lutte and then run with all his might back
to the tallyho. The tiger lifted a coat
from inside the coach, pulled a handker-
chief with a green border from the breast
pocket, redeposited the coat in the coach,
ana raced back to the gate, where he
handed the mouchoir to the glad spectacle
In the green things.
An, thank you, me good man drawled
the greenish delight and began his stroll
back to the clubhouse.
Then the crowd of owners and trainers
and regulars awoke from their r1pt rev.
erie.
Curse his handsome face groaned one
or them, twas he that forged the will to
me fathers estate.'
III that comes back here again. said
another, TN going to hand it the sassiest
spank on the pulse I've GOT
oh, goodness, gracious, sakes a,ive!'
exclaimed another.
oh, fury. the dissipated deviln said
another.
The g~reen-appareled article of splendor
heard the cracks. He wheeled. Then the
kluders observed for the first time that
there was a certain hard look about his
jaw. Moreover. they noticed that he was
a mighty big, outstanding, powerful look
AHo ne SLOWLY returned to
where the strangers We're standing. They
mad all become suddenly silent.
The next greasy mutt that opens his
chops about me, either here or in any OTHER
part of these grounds said the apparition
IN green, and his six feet two inches hooked
mighty looming as he started to talk. is
going TO get staked to a couple of floating
Ribs. I'm not going around with any ship
ped fragments of cordwocd on my shcui.
aer. biting peoples arms off, but the first
one OF YOU crabs that opens his trap about
me again is going TO the Stag heap for the
full count. That's ALL
Then he turned around and SLOWLY
started again for the clubhouse lawE. Not
a man in the crowd opened his face. They
had all SUDDENLY Secame busy with their
dope charts.
Then Clint de Witt, the Chicago horse
man. who had been taking it all in Will.
Keen amusement, came over to me and told
me that the dudish looking man in the
green togs was not only one of the heay-
lest swells among Chicago millionaires
down in New Orleans for the Madri Gras,
but that he was. and is. the champion
heavyweight boxer of the Chicago Ath-
letic club"