Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-06-20

horsemen that he might have had some
thing to spare. The guaranteed value or
the second horse 5000, and $1,000 to the
third.
Victory No Surprise.
The victory of Ballot was almost fore
gone conclusion. Men Dragged of King
James. Fair Play and others that had
been kind to them in the days when bet
ting was easy. But by the time the bugle
called the horses to the post it was moth
ing but Ballot.
The 10000 spectators, who were there
not with the idea of gambling on the
events of the day so much as to watch
the sleek-coated thoroughbreds measure
strides with one another for true sport S
sake, were Ballot crazy. The fame of the
keene four-year-old was fixed and, aside
from the comparatively few bets that
were made, there would have been disap-
pointment in the hearts of many had
Ballot not been the victor.
While the horses were parading past
the stand, an event almost as important
to both horse and spectator as the race
itself, there was an outburSt of applause
from all quarters of the stand and lawn.
This was renew ed and there was a tumult
of noise when little Notter, in a spanking
new set of white and blue dotted silks.
permitted the Keene horse to canter
ahead of the others.
Both the horse and the jockey were
plainly nervous, as were several of the
others entered. for 1t was race handi-
capped SO as to give all an equal chance.
The start was made from the chute where
the old mile chute used to be. The horses
were kept at the post about four minutes.
When the familiar exclamation. They're
off," flashed through the grandstand and
across the lawn like an electric shock.
every man and woman Who was not lame
or sick jumped upon chairs or to points
that would afford a view of the flying
group, half hidden at first by a great
yellow dust cloud.
The first sixteenth had been passed be-
fore the leaders could be recognized. Then
the shout went up from those who had
glasses that King James was leading,
with Master Robert running head and
head with the Madden horse.
"Where is Ballot?" cried the lookerson.
BY this time the horses had reached the
back stretch, and almost simultaneously
with the cry, which was closely akin to
a wall. the keene colors were seen to
emerge from the dust cloud. Ballot SEEM
ed to be running easily but he was in
the fourth position
A moment later Jockey Notter seemed
to crouch closer to the NitherS of the
Voter horse. and from that time on Bal
ming of a scared jackrabbit than that of a
race horse.
Pace Is Heartbreaking.
Seldom since men have INDUCED in the
sport of kings has a more heartbreaking
contest been witnessed than in the rum
ming of this Suburban. When Ballot be-
gan to move up on his leaders in the
backstretch record time was being made.
When the horses flashed past the half
mile pole it was seen that the distance
l. \ t., xI,1
Keene racer had forged to the front at
such pace as to make it appear that his
speed rivals were slowing up. This was
not the case, however, as the spectators
we'll knew, but Ballot had made a great
burst of speed-speed that kills the cour-
age of all but the true bred racer that
has not the foot to keep up with the
pace.
The fve-eighths poe was passed in
O.59 Is; three-quarters, Ill 3-5: seven
eighths 1.23 30 and the mile in 1.36 So.
At this critical stage in the race the
horses were rounding into the turn that
leaves them free for the final dash. Bal
lot was still in the lead, and Notter was
holding HIM close to the rail to save every
inch of ground possible. King James
looked to have found a new store of speed
and strength, and under the punishment
of both heel and whip was gaining on the
leader Fair Play. too. was coming with
the speed of a winged creature. Again
tnere WIS uouDt as 10 the outcome Oh the
race. and the great throng shouted en-
couragement to first one and then the
other of the struggling. speed-mad ami
mails. There could be no favoritism with
true sportsmen where horses had held
their own against the pace at which they
had been for the first mile.
Then Notter settling down for the
final dash, showed his whip about the
head of the Ballot horse. not once touch
ing his heaving sides. and the splendid
animal responded with a gameness that
carried him past the judges easily two
lengths ahead of King James.
This Jockey was a happy proud lad
when he came back to the stand to weigh
in. but it was not until he reached the
paddock and was patted on the back by
Trainer James Rowe that he gave vent
to his Joy.