Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-06-16

mares mouth like pug in training pull
| Ing at a weight machine to amuse women
1oiks visiting his training quarters, but as
say, there was no chance. The mare was
done a-skeeart. gentlemen and all she
knew was to hop away from the thing that
! had scared her
Z" On your way, you liverwurst-keep a.
humping! bawled the delighted bookes as
my mare flashed by the stand going the
wrong way of the track, on her first mile
around. Every layer in the ring was in
bad on her, In case she should cop. aad
that's the reason they were so gloaty from
their stool perches on the lawn. over the
running away of the something doing one
that had opened the rank outsider in the
chalkng.
But l wasn't paying much attention TO
all this. The outfit of conversation my
harp friend was stalking me to as we stood
there on the little infield hillock. watching
, the mare circle idiotically around the track
was all that l could handle at one and the
same time. He was acting like the green
whiskered Irish cop in the knockabout act
at a bum variety show, and the cracks that
he was exhaling in my direction as he ca
vorted around on the little hill got me lot
of prickly heat around the neckband.
SO we've skinned me, hey? he bawied
at me. we've made a mark me. have
yeez? Ye git yours from tn layers. hey.
FIR nailin' marks t bet on thin kind o.
goats? OiI show yeez up-never fear
thotv
well. that was just the teenchest little
bit more than I was going to stand for.
My mare had already galloped mile and
half at the top of her speed and was still
a-going. with nix the sign Of stopping. but
all the same wasn't going to perch there
and let that harperino chuck the goad into
me that I'd been phonying him.
Say, you pulp-nut, l said to him dead
sore, well just call 1t sufficency of that
kind of conversationing out of that trap of
yours What are you asking for that
bunch of tickets? Talk quick, or I'll hop
into the ring right now and bet on my mare
on my own hook
ANYTHING OF can git for EN- growled
my Hibernian angel 'Oi nivver thought
Ord see tn day whin Ord git trimmed
by a
1--we got two hundred and a half that I
was saving up to dig for feed bills and to
ship to Louisville / said to him In n
hurry. Dye want the two hundred and
half for your tickets?' and l pulled my $3.50
wad out of my dungarees and flashed II.
My mare was still running away. but l
wasn't going to let this wailing tight-wad
get by with the idea that he was being
frisked, and that / was a party TO the
frisking. He reached out eagerly for the
money, counted it, stuffed II into his kick,
and handed me his bunch of tickets.
"'Oi on'y lose tn half 1t this way. but
it's enough he grunted, the bargain CON
cluded. and then in disgust I left the knoll
and stroled over to the infield fence. My
mare was just coming up the stretch the
wrong way again, when one Of my stable
HdHus Iopeu out On 10 the tTdch' jumped
directly in front of her. waving blanket,
and she pulled up. She had covered just
two miles The spot where she pulled up
wasn't far from where l was standing, and
/ ran over to take a look at her from the
rail. The jockey on her pretty tired,
but the mare in no more distress than
If she'd been breezed half the length OF the
stretch for a warm-up. l slipped out from
the infield to the track, and then | myself
led her to the barrier while all of my
friends on the lawn tossed the qups and
outlets stuff at me, and the bookies gave
me some more gloat.
The outcome? My mare beat the webbing
by four lengths, and none of the rest of en-
ever got near enough to her to ask her II
she was going to have carrots for supper.
She won by ten lengths, pulled to horse
shoe curve.
And that's only one of the answers TO
why / like 'em when they run away before
the start there being several others of Che
answering kind"