Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-08-25

right enough. Nothin' but Celebration. Cele-
bration all by hisself. Pipe. He kin fall
down an tOwrope EN- in the mudsky. Bet
he's forty lengths in front now-I know he
is. Wait till he streaks In all alone. Just
you wait, people. All alone. He'll be all
alone.
Jaw, stow THAR lot of folks in Clubs
neighborhood grouched at him, and he stop
ped mumbling just g. queer splashing on
the track, down to the left of the stand,
brought us all to our feet. The splashtng
didn't sound like any field of horses at all.
II was a splashing made by Just one horse
The one horse could only be seen vaguely
through the black rain. But he came clomp-
Ing along about his business, and not until
he bore right down upon the judges stand
was there any sound of the hoofbeats in the
mud of the field away back yonder behind
him.
LAS the solitary horse, far in front. tipped
past the stand the sky was ripped by
purple blaze of lightning and the horse, as
well as the number on his saddle cloth,
was made out by the sharp-eyed race callers
in the press box.
why, it's No. 5-Celebrationr four or
five of the men in the press box exclaimed.
"'Oh, you babyi' heard Club murmur,
right alongside OF me. He said it quietly, IN
a sort of choked, muftied tone. Then he sat
down on one of the aisle steps folded his
arms in a weary sort of way, and was
quiet.
club said l. reaching out and handing
him light clout on the back, I'm glad for
you. l. sure am glad, boy.
He didn't make any reply, nor old ne
even look up.
kind of bad for you, a two thousand
win on hundred-to-one skate, Ell? / said
to him.
But Club didn't make any answer, and
SO I stopped down to take peek into his
face, wondering what allied him. for he was
q loquacious customer generally, especially
after one of his picks had COPIED.
Clubs head was hanging sort of side
ways with the left cheek resting on his
folded arms. There was a sort OF SATISFIED
grin on his features, and his eyes We're
closed.
THE grin didn't look exactly right to me,
and so I shook him lightly. He toppled
back from his sitting posture, and there he
was, stretched out on the steps, with that
queer grin on his face, and not a move In
him.
Hey. a doctor herer some of the bunch
around tipped out, and in half a minute the
Jockeys surgeon, who was in the stand,
was bending over Club whom he knew.
Clubs plumb cashed,' said the doctor,
after a momentary examination, and he was
Fight
And then, back in '97, 1 was standing
alongside a well-known San Francisco poll
tioan when he died from the strain of hay
ing won a 5000 even-money bet on old
Rostnante.
THE politician was a big. rugs ed-looking
man who had been playing the horses on
the California tracks for many years. He d
visited the eastern tracks in the summer of
81 ana lney q put Dig OeHl III HILL lis
bad luck had lasted with hardly a break
for the month or so after the California
racing began, and he was known to be
about $50, 600 to the bad on the racing year.
ION this day he came to lot of US
around the stables and asked us what we
thought of Rosinante We told him it
looked too hard. Rosinante was in that
| day with Rosormonde and NapamaX, both
of them dead shitty ones. We advised him
| to wait for something softer, but he had
| the Rosinante bug bad, and he tod us ne
was all for that one to fetch a little of his