Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-07-21

of the New York tracks. He's been con.
nected with racing in some official capacity
or other since ante-bellum days, and he
was respected and beloved by hundreds OF
famous turfmen who went to their last
account a generation ago.
Wen, away back yonder in the long ebbed
tide of years somebody gave. Mr.. Crick-
more.oniy his very close familiars venture
TO call him "Crick'-a horse The horse
wasn't much to look at and he was really
a Weed-out He was an ornery locker
and the man who gave him to Mr. C~lck-
more figured that the latter might use him
for saddle horse, though the ornery-look-
ing colt was bred in the purple Mr.
Crickmore named the colt after himself
Crlckmore. He didn't race him at all for a
long time, for Crickmore was big and
gross and a hard-looking critter to train.
W hen he did start to race him, Crckmore
dlun SHOW much. But Mr.. Crckmore
thought lot of him. and believed in him,
despite the guying of his friends and so he
entered him - to those friends intense
amusement-in a race in which the wonder
ful Hindoo, the sire of the great Hanover
ana himself the first American horse Of
the century was to go. together with all
the cream of the handicap horses of Amer
lea. Yes. they all laughed when Mr.. Crick-
more entered Crickmore for the race, and
Wohaered II there was anything wrong with
Mr.. Crickmore's head
But Crickmore not only ran away from
that field, but he smothered the phenomenal
Hindoo. He showed up Hindoo, the I'M
pSdtcil anu uHDedtaDle. lie lust went
and hid from the dazzling Hndoo He
MADE Hindoo look like a piece of Malay
wooden money. Whereupon the owner of
Hindoo cried "Fluke" in a loud and peevish
tone OF voice. Mr.. Crickmore didn't be-
lieve 1t was any fiuke, and said So So the
owner Of Hindoo suggested a match race
between Hindoo and Crickmore, and Mr.
Crickmore was agreeable. That match was
pulled off in Kentucky. On the kind of
track that seemed made to order for Hin
doc. but that Crickmore didn't like, Crick-
more just took Mr.. Hndoo by the head and
ran the eyebals out of him-that's what he
did. Mr.. Crickmore never was an emotional
man, but he made up his mind then and
there that he was going to love that name
sake horse of his for the remainder of his
life.
Which is what he did-and Crickmores
life was long. He raced Crckmore for only
a little while after the ornery locker put it
on the wondrous Hindoo twice in row
Then one day he went out to Crickmores
stall and had little talk with him.
'Hawss," said Mr. Crlckmore. you've
been good to me. And you've done your
stint. Easy for you, then, for the remain
der Of your days, hawss.''
Mr.. Crickmore owned a pretty, old-fash-
Toned farm over yonder in Maryland. To
that farm Crtckmore was sent to nod and
blink in the sunshine for the remainder of
his life. There he lived, cared for by man
who had no other job in life, for more than
twenty years. Mr.. Crickmore's duties kent
him in New York most of the year-he
i.Neu a. ehe uiiees I1ouse loT more tndn
thirty years-but every once in while the
old gentleman would become sort of rest
less.
'Crick's' thinking about his old horse"
the old-timers around the Gilsey would
say, and, sure enough, presently Mr.. Crick-
more would appear with his Gladstone bag
and he'd take the night train down to
Maryland and trudge down the road to the
old Maryland farm the next forenoon, and
then the old Crickmore horse, blinking there
in the sunshine, would recognize him anG
trot over to the fence. and Mr.. Crickmort
and Crickmore would stand there and tall
and cugger-mugger for long time, oil
memories, 1t Is pleasant to suppose, sweeI
Ing the hearts of both of them.
That's the other side of the picture-and
who wouldn't touch the rim OF his cap TO
man who'd treat a horse the way old
Crickmore was treated?