Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-08-17

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those persuasive tones of his, stretching
his Dong legs in the chair vacated by the
apostle OF the sprout system.
She lifted piteous brown eyes to his.
telling their own tale.
He laughed, and commenced talking or
the old schoolroom days, when the Young
Kenyons and Mortimers had done les.
sons" together. And Dorothy would have
gone to bed happy, but that Mrs. Hervey-
Dorian had taken care to remark, OBJ
viously in her hearing, that the Kenyon
girl was fairly running young Morti-
mer." Dorothy, with hatred in her heart
and bright spots of color on her cheeks.
made the resolve not to speak one un.
necessary word to Reggie upon the fol
lowing day.
The Red-Coat race was the second of
the four events. Together with Reggie
Dorothy stood in a crowd on the top of
the Robertsons bus and watched local
favorite win the lightweight. Then it
was time for Reggie to go. He and she
had had not one word together all the
morning. The girl seemed to be avoiding
him, he thought, and puzzled his brain
for reason not knowing that the
words. so nhappily overheard the pre-
vious evening. were ranking in Doro-
thys mind and spelling her day. Run
ming young Mortimern Sine wondered
how many others thought that, too.
Wish me luck" said Reggie to her
i'll low voice. as he swung himself off
the bus.
For one second her wistful eyes met
his imporing ones; then her face hard
ened Mrs. Hervey Dorian was watching
them from below, looking up with laugh
ing malicious eyes. The words that
came to Dorothy's lips were entirely
prompted by the sight of those eyes
gray, like their owners dress-gray, inn
pertinent and imperturbable.
Bring me back the bracelet" was
Dorothy's answer, with a strained little
laugh.
Reggie gave her one quick look He
said nothing; but it was Mrs. Hervey-
Dorian who walked past the long line of
carriages with hint was Mrs. Hervey-
Dorian who told him to take care Of him
self. and wished him luck, as he got into
the saddle. Dorothy, from the top of the
bus, watched them both. Those nodding
vivacious gray and mauve plumes in her
rivals hat seemed to be everywhere, but
always at Reggie's side. Now, as he
rode off. she came on to the bus again.
Kindly Maj Robertson stood by the
girls side and offered her his glasses.
Perhaps he saw by her ingenious face
that this race meant a good deal more
to her than the mere winning Of a ban
gle perhaps he had some dim glimmer-
ings of the truth; for Fred Robertson
had never liked his wifes great friend,
Mrs. Hervey Dorian. He told Dorothy
N fha hot
was bound to win.
She smiled, and tried not to hear what
the man on the other side of Mrs Her.
vey Dorian was saying something about
that big fence at the bottom with an
open ditch. a regular grave! Johnny and
| went down to look at it. tn take
some getting over"
They're Off She tried to follow with
her eyes. then with Fred Robertson's
glasses, which he patiently resigned to
her. There were eight starters, but only
three were in it from the first-Come
Along. Tom the Piper tAIrs. Hervey Do
rian's hunter), and big chestnut rid
den by one of the Robertsons' house
party. Tom the Piper took the field for
the first two miles at a merry pace, fol-
lowed closely by Come Along; now they
were coming to the big fence Dorothy
for one moment shut her eyes "Some
ones down." said Fred Robertson eNcit
cdly. He seized the glasses out of her
hands.
It's Johnny! He never has any luck"
said Mrs Hervey- Dorian indif'erently.
Johnny was riding the chestnut, but
Dorothy could feel no interest in him.
Come Along was going like bird, and
hax ha To-
took him to the front and won a good
race by one length. The diamond brace
let was Dorothy Kenyon's!
They all congratulated her except Mrs.
Hervey Dorian and Mai. Robertson, who
in. The NJ. F. II. came up and. in a
with the bracelet, the mere sight Of
which would have sent her into ecstacies
few days before. She thanked him as
well as she could. Would people never
leave oil talking to her? Where was
Reggie? What should she say to him?
! She assented mechanically to the sug-
gestion Of one of the young men on the
bus, that they should go down into the
! paddock. In the distance nod
ded those gay gray plumes.
| INtS8iN. tilttl anu NtllIts WIS DeiiA
congratulated on a splendid win He
was declaring himself as right as rain"
though he looked the very reverse e
and Mrs. Hervey- Dorian was at his side.
Dorothy timidly thanked him for win
ming for her.
I'm glad YOU got the bracelet" he
said meaningly. He walked off with
woman who had triumph in her gray
eyes.
They had been excellent races every
body said 50, Particularly the lucky win
ner of the diamond bracelet particular
ly the successful jockey. People said to
each other that he looked uncommon
cd and whispered the word heart
rhey~may have been right, but he paid
no heed, He was wearing buttonhole
| of yiolets as they drove home. and
seemed TO be in roaring spirits.
They had been excellent races. Every
one said Setback and White.