Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-05-19

himself counterfeit, IL not a cur and a
gutter
later, they had tried to keep him out of 1t.
Whether or no the horse was game, his
owner would not be baked.
Nobody quite knew who was the owner
he masked himself as the Saxheld Stable.
Hedden. shrewd and sl1ifty trainer, was
the acting head of it. Since there were
never arrears of either feed bills or for
feits, nor complaints of in-and-out running
by Saxfield horses, the powers that were
had not felt themselves called to look fur
Their than Hedden.
Tatnall had especially resented Corn
Silk Being what he was, it could but irk
and gall him to pit the pride of his heart
against what he held less than thorough
bred just as years back it had trked and
CALLED him to save his only sister, almost
forcibly, from mesalliance
He had Snuffed out the affair with Asher
Plowden feeling only that he was doing
his duty-and handsomely. How was he TO
guess the event-that it would be to keep
Mary a bitter thorn in his side when she
might easily have matched herself with
men he fully approved? How was he to
forecast, either, that Powder, going west
would turn out millionaire? Tatnall him.
self was not a millionaire-indeed, he held
great wealth somewhat beneath a man
of his descent. But he had a dumb sense
that millions might come handy in the
family, now that Gray, still at college, had
developed such passion for spending
Possibly he had to do it-it was the sons
of millionaires who set the college pace.
Tatnall had never grumbled at his son,
nor stinted him. But month back he mad
told him exactly what strain the family
income would bear. He had felt that to be
quite sufficient. gentleman much less
Tatnall could not be spendthrirt IL he knew
the spending spelled ruin.
you think Akbar can't lose-eh, COVER.
nor?" Gray said momentariiy dropping his
glass
Tatnall merely nodded. Gray looked again
at the horses. moving in rhythm to the SUI
surrus of the hushing multitude. AS he
looked pencil of sunlight fell full on the
white jacket the emerald cap of Corn
Silks rider, making them a vivid fieck IN
the foreground of the diminishing parade.
Shivering little for all the heat, Gray let
fall the glass, saying:
Il wish I'd laid a bit on that fellow
he's carrying my college colors-it-it might
have brought me luck-other ways"
What have you backed?" Tatnall asked
slowly. Gray smiled uneasiiy.
THE yellow boy, of course he said.
Il came down for the Branksome on pur-
pose to do 1t. Say. governor-you're not
letting him run loose?"
Not quite" Tatnall said, speaking al
most humanity.
He had indeed laid much more money
than common on his horse, Notwithstanding
the short price 1t was like finding money,
as he saw things-and ten thousand, even,
pulled out of the fire, would help apprec-
iably in getting Gray credtabIy through
the next term. His horror of bills had
forced him to trench a little on the scant
accommodations of his sisters income. He
had said nothing to her about it-there was
no need; he had told himself. The boy was
her natural heir-besides almost any day
streak of luck might enable him to make
good.
Il hope they'll get off quickly Gray
said, hopping his forehead. It's turning
sultry-turning mighty fast. And though
OF course, it's our race, want to be sure
of 1t. l shall hardly dare draw a long
breath till Akbars first over the line
storms brewing l think-at least I'm
afraid So" Maxwell, the Chlde's owner,
said. numbering up to TatnalIs elbow. He
was big, with deep husky voice and rumf-
nant eyes that, however, held a twinkle at
bottom.
If 1t should storm. Tatnall," he went on
wed better begin to say our prayers-else
call for police protection. l don't believe
tue Chtlde can run in mud, no matter what
the hound who trains for me says about
it-and have a strong suspicion that it's