The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1907-05-16

there,
luckily was alone; ever since that
'"'"h ] had been cutting loose from
The old crowd-from all its women.
and from all its men except two or
three real friends who were good fell
lows straight through, in spite Of their
having made the mistake of crossing
the dead line between amateur
sport and professional leaned
over and tapped Sammy on the Shout.
| der.
He glanced round. and when he saw
me, looked as If were a policeman
who had caught him in the act.
"Howdy sam?" said L, IT'S been
so long since I've seen you that l
couldn't resist the temptation to in.
terrupt Hope your friendn excuse
me. Howdy do, Miss Ellersly?" And
| put out my hand.
She took 1t reluctantly. She was
giving me a very unpleasant look
as II she were seeing, not somebody,
but some thing she didn't care to see,
or We're seeing nothing at all. / liked
that look; | liked the woman who
had 1t In her to give 1t. She made
me feel that she was difficult and
therefore worth while, and that's
what all we human beings are In bust.
ness for-to make each other feel
that we're worth while.
Just moment" said Sam, red as
a cranberry and suffering And he
made a motion to come out of the box
and join me. At the same time Miss
Anita and the other fellow began to
turn away.
But was not the man to be cheated
In that fashion. l wanted to see her,
and | compelled her to see 1t and to
feel 1t. Don't let me take you from
your friends" said to Sammy. per.
haps they'd like to come with you
and me down to look at my horse.
can give you good tip-he's bound
to win. I've had my boys out on the
rails every morning at the trials of all
the other possibilities. None of EMS
, in 1t with Mowghli.'
"Mowghli!" said the young lady
she had begun to turn toward me as
soon as | spoke the magic word tip
There may be men who can resist
that word tip at the race track, but
, there never was a woman.
''Mowghll!" said Miss Ellersly
What a quaint name!"
"My trainer gave It," said |. eve
got a second son of one of those
broken-down English noblemen at the
head of my stables. He's trying tc
get money enough together to be able
to show up at Newport and take {
shy at an heiress."
At this the fellow who was fourth
in our party, and who had been Civ
ing me nasty, CLASSY stare, got a,
red as was Sammy. Then / noticed
that he was an Englishman. and l al
but chuckled with delight. However
said: mo offense intended" ant
clapped him on the shoulder with
friendly smile. He's good fellow
my man Monson, and knows 10
about horses
Miss Ellersly bit her lip and CO.
ored, but | noticed also that her eye
were dancing
Sam introduced the Englishman t
me-Lord Somebody-or-other, forge
what, as I never saw him again.
turned like a bulldog from a toy tel
rier and was at Miss Ellersly agar
Let me put a little something o
Mowghli for you" said l. Your
bound to win-and I'll see that yo
| don't lose. know how you ladie
| hate to lose"
That was bit stiff, as know we
| enough now. Indeed, my instinC
! would have told me better then, If
| hadn't been so used to the sort {
| women that jump at such an offe
| and If hadn't been casting about s
! desperately and in such confusion fc
| some way to please her. At any rat
hardly deserved her sudden froze
look. 81 beg pardon" l stammere
| and l think my look at her must ha,
| been very humble-for me.
| The others in the box were starin
round at us. "Come on" cried Sar
| dragging at my arm. Tets 60"
| Wont you Gomez" / said to his 81
J ter shouldn't have been able to kee
my state of mind out of my voice,
| had tried. And ] didn't try.
NC Trust the right sort of woman
81 see the right sort of thing In a me-
III through any and. all kinds of barrie
of caste and manners and breedin
~ Her voice was much softer as 81
said Il think | must stay her
'o Thank you, just the same"
A., AS soon as Sam and | were alon
rs apologized Il hope you'll tell yo
wv sister I'm sorry for that break" said
RS ooh, that's all right he answere
rs. easy again, now that we were avn
,u- from the others. You meant we'll
ic- and motives the thing
ng "Motive-hell!' cried | in my ang
De- at myself. Nobody but mans G.
ell knows his motives; he doesn't ev'
know them himself. | judge othe
nut by what they do, and ! expect to