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

train l ever slung a saddle over. I took
her before she had ever broke into the one
two-three papers because I imagined l saw
something in her. She was big, almost
as Percheron stallion, gross and rank
and an eater that hardly ever stopped eat
ing even to sleep; crazy as an arc light
bug, at that, for all her bgness and gross
ness, and as nervous at the webbing as
cat freed by nine dogs.
-Four times after I'd scraped a couple of
hundred pounds off of her and walloped her
into some kind of racing shape at the Mem
phis track she had busted through the bar
rier and got her boys set down and fined
for that stuff, and then wound up by get
ting left at the webbing every time. One
day when I figured that she was just
chucked into purse race she smashed
through the netting three times, and every
time she did this she ran a good three
quarters of a mile before her boy could
make any kind of an impression on her
rhinoceros mouth. That time they sus-
pected that 1 had the hurry-up tea in my
big mare, but she really never knew the
taste of the go-along-fast bolus the
prick of the run-quick needle. She was
just big, nervous hussy, that's all, willing
as an Eskimo sledge dog. but without
enough racing sense to do the correct thing
at the right time.
THE mare sure took a lot out of me pay
ing fines for the boys who got the $50 and
800 waliops from the starter for slamming
through the webbing, but all the same she
was teaching me something all the time in
those runaways of hers. l was always at
the post when she started and on the day
that she had hoped away three times and
gone over two miles in those false breaks
only to get left flat-footed when the real
start camel noticed that her two miles of
no-good running away hadn't taken any
thing whatever out of her, and that after
all of that top-speed sprinting she wasn't
breathing hard enough to tear a filmy sp-
derived. 1t was right then that made up
my mind that if the rip ever succeeded in
getting away without being all tangled up
and pocketed and hung on to the fence and
slapped to the outside and jumped on gen.
orally, she'd be able to run all day without
ever finding out that she was attending the
races.
We'll, after that schooled her diligently
at the barrier during the forenoon work
hour and one day had her in a mile-and-
a-quarter scramble for bad maidens. She
made noise like bet to me. But 1 had
had all kinds of a punkish season, and 1
wasn't there with the gambling kale. l
had just about enough In the nankeens to
get by with the feed bill and to ship to
Louisville after the close of the Memphis
meeting, and so there wasn't any way for
me to take g. chance even on such a good
thing as my mare looked to me In that
race. So me to hunt up an angel. The
angel was an Irish paving contractor of
Memphis with whom I'd frequently met up,
and I'd slipped him a number of money
making things In the betting line. He was
one of the wise fish, however, when asked
to get into line on anything that couldn't
show him the past performances, and when
1 mentioned the fact that the one 1 wanted
him to get behind was my Jonahdoo mare
he staked me to the rumbling gurgle.
"'Oi suppose Dim tn nut, thin? was his
come-at-me the minute 1 unfolded my nice
thing for him. Thot thripper couldn't beat
me Jimmy from wan ind O. tn alley t tn
other. Shtop shtringin' me. Or is it kiddin
we are?'
He saw that wasn't kidding, but dead
in earnest. After about half an hours ses-
sion managed to show him that there was
more than a chance for my gross, dippy
mare to connect with the spinach. I told
him how 1 had schooled her 80 that she
didn't any longer regard the barrier with
suspicion. and mentioned the fact, too
that even If she did happen to run away a
little piece in her race she was such a
powerful baggage that tho runaway would
only be pipe-opener and warm-up for her.
"'I want you to bet five hundred on her
across the tape, all three ways 1 wound
up, the half Of the same being my cut for