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

the pair of horses sprang fighting for the freedom of
the bit. Head and head they burst through the
first quarter of mile, the crowd sitting GREATNESS.
Then there came mild shout from the stand as
Salvatore head and then his neck showed in front
Gradually the neck became half the length of Sal
vators long body. Then it became the whole
length, and Tennys head was at Salvatore tail.
All this time the pace had been terrific. All this
time Salvador was surely as deaths coming creeping
away from Tenny. = '
That did not vet mean Tenny's defeat for Tenny
was known great stretch He could
make his last quarter of mile tremendous effort.
Salvador went farther away from the bay horse
and the daylight began to show between them.
The pace never slackened. Garrison Tenny
patient, knowing the stretch run he had under
him, and hoping that Salvador would tire at such
speed Salvador drove along the back stretch and
swung into the second turn good length and half
in front, and Garrison was becoming uneasy He
began to caution Tenny and to ask bit more of the
horse.
Then Came the Coup
THEN Murphy sprang his coup; Tenny's stall
J. stood there just beyond the middle of the turn
and the door calling him from the heat and the
trial of the day. Garrison had almost begun to urge
Tenny, and the horse had begun to respond. Muir
ply took Just the right moment, and guided Sal
vator away from the inside rail toward the middle
of the track. Tenny Perforce must be eased out
also, for to come UP he nust come on the outside.
Garrison gave gentle pressure on his night rein as
the middle Of the turn reached. Fenny went out
wide and then wider: He saw the sail door He
going home!
flash swung the left rein sitting down to ride
good earnest. Tenny, disappointed, nay angered,
at the lost home going, pinned his ears flat on his
hooded head and sulked For half dozen strides
he shortened and fought back at the demon who
was fighting him. Garrison punished Tenny he
had never been punished before. Murphy looked
back he took Salvador close to the rail again and
headed into the home stretch. Tenny was more
than two lengths of open daylight behind, and he
was still mad.
Garrison was one of the greatest fnishers that
ever bestrode horse in this country. From the
head of the stretch home he put in the effort of his
career. Tenny Strengthened his again and
answered Garrison. Slowly he began to close the
gap, Slowly, an inch at a time it seemed, but still
surely, he was gaining Salvador. And Salvador
was running just as fast as he could. Murphy drew
his whip and looked back again. He laid the whip
down and called to Salvador with voice. knees, and
hands. The whip for the last resort: Tenny was
closing. Was the distance to the finish enough?
Given sufficient length of ground and Tenny would
put away all separation and be at Salvatore throat,
in front of him.
Murphy rode hard. Garrison almost crept to
Tenny's foretop in his straining for effort Not
murrnur came from twenty thousand watchers.
Tenny crept on. Salvador strove. Tenny at his
quarters at Salvatore saddle skirts at his neck at
his throatlatch at The finish!