The Washington herald., 1907-03-17

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Yes, plain. little, unimportant me-"
! FanshaNc looked qulzzical and a bu-
morous twinkle shone from his clear, blue
eyes. why, how in the world could my
good little sister help out t~O such brOk-
en- partners as the ex-Earl Of Raven
stake and myself. Do you know that We
/ leave debts mounting up to four ciphsrsF'
/ They were nearing the town and were
soon opposite the kennels. Apparently
! Vixen recognized them from behind the
screen of wire netting that kept her from
running perpetually ia the woods. for
/ she set up a v0cferous howl. which was
soon Joined in by the rest Of the pack,
/ FanshaWe waved his hat at the friendly
/ hounds rs he trotted By.
His sister seemed to be thinking very
/ seriously, for her usually placid forehead
was knit into a crooked, little frOwn.
\ Finally she answered him most deliber-
lately;
DO you know that when you and all
I the rest OF the uniformed bet 80 heavily
on Paprika In the last race. there was
one individual in that entire crowd WAC
knew how 10 lay his money correctly.
+ to lay hts money on
my goodness. Dot" Fanshawe broke
+ in. do you mean to tell me that you
backed the winner"
Il did.
Her brother took off his broad-brimmed
/ felt hat and swung 1t into the air.
"Hurray, hurrayi fer the best sports
woman n America" be shouted The
thorough appreciation of her good choice
I pleased his sister tremendously. Her face
was now wreathed III smiles
( 1t was a lO0-to-1 shot" she said.
And. pray, what amount did you have
on her?'
"rhe large sum Of So"
You won. then, $500 - Miss Fanshawe
straightened herself in the saddle. Pre-
cisely." she said, with a convincing ring
/ To her voice.
! isanshawe urged his horse close to her.
Like the boy IN the attack-on- Richmond
scene IN Secret Service. he said. y
want to shake hands with you, Dot.
And the hearty grip that, he gave her
/ fairly made the ring on her little finger
cut the delicate flesh.
Coed morning." shouted CHEEKY
yo,ce Ha. IN. E2. How about that
racing partnership. Fanshawe, my boy2
How about my prophecy. SUM-?
/ II was Squire Dangerfeld; joviaI,
kindly, dusty. He bestrode weIl-man-
ncred gray and was smoking a corncob
pipe The dirt and mud upon his horses
I ltEb SuUMFu mat ne fld1 BftU NFiAluE
court in a distant bailiwick
"rhc partnership IS thoroughly solvent
Judge. Fanshawe answered. only W.
/ have taken q new member in the firm to
replace the Northern con man who was
/ associated with US In the guise Of friend
and accomplIce'
Rot" replied TIE judge. removing his
corncob pipe from his mouth. Don't YOU
/ know. sub, that no racing partnerships
/ that were ever flTmed, sUh. 81 tn State
/ of Virginia. suh. ever amounted 10 any
tbingc-
It was quite evident that FansAawe was
nettled
This one VIII" he answered.
/ Removing MS hat L. salute Miss Fan
shave. the judge rode uB to the c0UT-
/ ageous bankrupt and laio his large hand
/ tenderly on his shoulder. He spoke with
/ feeling
Take my advice. FanshaWe. my son
I son OF my deah friend. the dearest friend
/ I ever had ia the world-your father, suh.
Take tn advice Of man who has seen
/ ten partnerships start and come TO bust
{ Up within two years. sun. Take the dd-
vice OF fellow who has seen the best
I three EOfscs ever raised in the State OF
/ Virginia, suh 60 down TO defeat. sub. on
/ account % their unscrupulOus jockeys.
sUh and give up this racing game. Go
+ tn for raising wheat sub: its more profit.
able
''YoUH pardon my language, Judge,
/ said Fanshawe, but damn wheat"
The judge smiled benignly, put spurs
4 10 his horse. and trotted down the vii
/ lage street. lie said not word, bat
/ that smile-it spoke volumes.
Hello said Mrs. Jim Jumper. com
Z
green one. which she had been schooling
over the farmyard fences Il hear thei
/ RYDER has gone to ploWing with his
i racers" She laughed good-bumorediy-
Just dropping down 10 see him, an
+ swered Fanshawe turning his horse s
head down the crOss-rOad that led tC
+ Hard-Cp Farm.
Sam Scarlet and Jim Jumper trotted ur
on new ones which they were giving an
airing a farmer or two stopped his
/ team 20 join the throug. and in a minute
as is the custom in Firginia-the road
was blocked by riders, teams, and horses
ali discussing the steeplechase, the racing
[ partnership. and the crops Miss Fan
Shave pulled her brother by the coat
sleeve. Lets get out of here, Jack,
she said Il want 10 talk to you about
the Fauquier stables"
When they were we'll down the road
and she had reached a little eminence
that overlooked the rich. crown soil sur
rounding q badly fenced ground belong
ing To the scion Of one Of Engisnds most
famous families they stopped. An ex-
( clamation burst spontaneously from both
for before their eyes was a sight that
filled them with amused ana reverend
( affection 4 hundred Sards in front o1
his home. clad in white tennis trousers
an old pair OF riding boots. a white laun
dered shirt. d broad Knox sombreTo. was
/ Ryder-plowing. Yoked together wer,
two cleau-limbed thoroughbreds. Side bs
side the beautifully formed animals
horses in whose veins flowed the best I'm
ported blocd-struggled onward with Z
firing plCughshare NOnchslautly care
lessly. even joyfully. RYDER walked be
hind. Whistling an old hunting song. The
steeplecheSers clung tenaciously TO theii
work. and Ryder showed himself 20 b'
no tyro with the plow. Each furrow We.
rs straight and even as a string. Th'
brown earth rippied easily from the cut
ting steel and fell gently 10 either side
No picture by any Carrot or Millias could
/ equal the touching eloquencc of the NOV
Ing tableau. Il was grand. magnificent
heart-rending Pampered iHdulgent
selfish masculinity had come to his owl
again. The necessities OF life had mad,
/ a man Of mannikin
Miss FanshaWe was the first TO bTeal
the silence. Here, Jack. take this sh,
said, thrusting roll Of bills into hel
brothers hand. Her voice choked Sh,
had tears in her eyes, tears of sentiment
OF sympathy. tears from something whicl
she could neither understand nor appre
ciate- Strange. indeed, is a Woman's
heart-stTGnger than all things or earth
Who can understand It? Who can read
or tell, the emotions of that queer, intan
gibIe. unappreciable organ? Who of u,
can gauge the currents OF feelings o