Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-08-26
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR AUGUST TO- 1906

Selim mare was about all he could do faw the hand
soonest girl in Nawthun Alabama. But it has
eventuated, the enough, sub, she was
enough. l used to say to my daughtah, Don't
YOU Worry about 20 futuah, child. One of the old
mares colts will arrange 20 earthly atta1ahs IN case
l should be taken off And, gentlemen, he said,
looking round the table, it has come to pass. Ny
daughter is about to be very wealthy young lady
Hero's going to attend to that.
Who was Selim?" queried Bronson again.
Selm, Mr.. Bronson, Selma" And then as If he
didn't want the rest of us to see how ignorant
Bronson was he went along slowly, "Selim was the
boss the Jacksons imported from England. You
remembah that? Don't you recall how he won the
TO mile stakes at Mobile? And the only reason he
didn't beat Lexington and Lecompte at New
Awlns was because Colonel Jackson, senior. had
mournin,' so to speak. You've heard OF that, Mr..
Bronson?"
Bronson had the decency to say he had
I'm going to give you gentlemen a treat the
Major went on Il want you all to come out to
Morris Park Satahday. My hostlah Abe will pull the
blankets off faw you and you'll see a boss ;, Also
When said good to the Major he stood
in the door of Sherrys precisely as he had received
us He shook all around and thanked each 1ndlvid-
ual for having honored him. It's too late taw me
to return to tavern the race CO Sc, he said
Mr. Sherry has consented to give me lodging
heah faw the night, and l shall remain. Remember,
gentlemen, you will race boss Saturday
mawnin!'' With that we left him in his long black
coat and his flowing tie of white and his splendid hair
back off his forehead and his beautiful optimism
concerning his Hero He was figure to remember,
and the dinner-ah, that worth all the while
of him, had there been nothing else! .,, ~,
Il wonder" unused aloud Dott OF The Moon,
" if his horse is any account.
"Crowbait," observed Space, the cync of The
Cosmos"
When we reached Morris Park the Major was wait
ing for us. An aged Negro was leading blanketed
horse up and down. At a call from the Major the
Negro brought the animal to him. The Major
stepped over and, pausing that we might prepare
and stepped back with pride in his mien. Hero
stood before
He was a raw-boned angular sort of horse, too
tall for the real thing and too fiat IN the ribs Tor
stamina. He showed thoroughbred signs here and
there; that was all We praised the horse much
as we honestly could, but the Major was plainly
disappointed. He called dminutive Negro boy:
Take him up there at the starting post and let
him go around, CAL" said the Major These
gentlemen want to boss Show them what
Hero can do when he's in earnest.
The horse broke if he knew how to gallop, and
Cal set him down. call it. Thompson started
a watch him. He went along at pretty good clip,
but when he struck the home stretch he all in,
and though Cal kicked and called to him and yanked
at his head and otherwise persuaded him, Hero
a bad looking performer when he finished the mile
out. Thompson glanced at his watch.
Il told you The mile in one forty eight.
That wouldn't win a mud race at Morris Park"
We turned to the Major. He was all delight
That's the way the Selims run, he said grandly.
and pulled the boy down. The old Negro blanketed
the tired and putting animal and led him away.
We persuaded the Major to a late breakfast in
the club house. 1t wouldn't have done any good
to tell him the awful truth. So at breakfast we
made as merry over it as we could and the Major
his hopes and ambitions.
He belongs to my daughtah, gentlemen, every
him as much as 1 do, and if circumstances would
pahmit she should be heah to him race. She'll
be waiting for the can see her now; just how