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the Hotel Clerk And besides look nj
the help it is to a growing American in
dustry.''
Did an American car win the time
you seen it," persisted the House De-
tective.
NO said the Hotel Clerk. but one
started. 1 distinctly remember the Incl
dent. Cheers from thousands of patriotic
Threats. or anyway cheers from seven or
eight threats, rent the air as the Ameri-
can entry was carefully lifted out OF the
temporary receiving hospital where they'd
been making It fit to capture the magnif-
cent trophy. Away 1t went. and 1t was
evident that. with the exception OF
slight list to starboard and a touch OF
asthma i'm its breathing all was well with
the car carrying the hopes and the am
billions of this nation. But at $50 am.
twenty minutes after the race started.
smoke was seen issuing from a dark
mass at the side of the road by Officer
O'Shaunssy. as he patrolled his beat in
the second ward Of Mineaola. At first
glance the officer was led to believe that
he had discovered an outrage ColilIlIltSu
by the Black Hand. From that dis
lance 1t looked to him as IL some
miscreant had set fire to an aban-
doned tin peddlers wagon after stealing
the horse. Approaching nearer he seemed
to detect a slight motion in the smolder-
ing ruin, but whether forward or back
ward he was unable to say until he drew
still nearer, when he observed that in
answer to the blows which were being
dealt upon it's vitals by two excited indi-
viduals. attired respectively in the garb
Of driver and a mechanician. the object
was making progress at the rate Of from
three to five inches per minute. 1t then
dawned upon him that the apparition
must be the American car upon its first
lap. 1t was. in fact. the American car
engaged in sitting upon its own lap.
1.-THE race. as recall, Larry, was won
by French chauffeur in a German car
with a Swede assistant beside him.
Where did the United States come in?"
asked the House Detective.
THE United States said the Hotel
Clerk. furnished the soil for the track
and the list Of injured
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drawn SO openly that it will escape at
tention through it's very breeziness.
Still greater ingenuity is necessary in
the telling of a story that will produce
results" Any great calamity-such as
the San Francisco earthquake or the
recent panic. is seized upon as the con-
tainer of material of the highest class.
Immediately following such an event
homes the country over are besieged by
men claiming to have been victims
thereof These men. according to their
story, were never wealthy. but previous
to the disaster they were comfortably
situated Always they had a wife-long
do they dwell on her qualities-and
usually there was a Representatives,
two.
The little home was being paid for,
and all were happy as happy could be.
Story to Draw Sympathy.
Then came the earthquake, the fire. the
panic. what you will. and he. who now
Graves your bounty, was thrown out of
employment. He tried to get work-tried
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By John G.. Neihardt.
(Copyright.)

YRENCHY called for two cards and
reached for a glass and the bot
tie. His head swan dizzily. The
Il clinking Of glasses at the bar
smote upon his ears like gongs.
He was about to risk upon one ''show-
down." the realization of a five years
dream. He felt certain Of losing; that
was the strange thing about it. Yet some
where in the buzzing back Of his head a
compelling little devil whispered and
obeyed.
He drank three big ones. straight. and
for a moment things stood still and the
buzzing ceased; but in the sudden silence
the kissing of the little devil increased to
roaring like the rivers in the June rise.
'.AIl on the deuces! ALI on the deuces!
Every last cent?" That is what the little
devil in the back Of his head was bowling
now.
But If lose it all-and wanting to go
back home in the spring." That was the
question his pounding heart hurled at the
insistent little devil.
You won once-didn't you?-didn't you?
didn't you?' howled back the little devil
jeeringly.
Five hundred" said Frenchy, quietly.
His bronze face had grown livid; his
steady stare With hand that betrayed
the least perceptible tremor he pushed the
chips to the center
The next man tossed his hand into the
discards. The next hesitated, carefully
studying the face of Frenchy with fur
tive lifting of the eyes under his hat
brim: he too, laid down his hand.
Raise you two hundred said the next
with quiet cheerfulness.
Two hundred more" said the next
nonchalantly, drumming a devils tattoo
with his fingers on the table
The fifth drew a long breath, grinned
nervousy. showing his teeth like hungry
wolf-toSsed his hand into the discardS.
1t was now up to Frenchy.
Pardon me-" said he, but did you call
His face had turned a dull, CHASTITY
green, but his voice was quiet and clear.
Raised it,
''Oh. certainly said he, smiling
Thinking of something else-trip home.
guess His voice lowered until it was
ness was unusual for F'renchy
An oppressive silence had fallen in the
barroom of the Big g." There was no
longer any clinking of glasses or hum of
tn a hushed circle about the table and
stared with fascinated eyes. A big
game was on-and it was up to Frenchy.
Frenehy was no gutter: he was gam
D!tT 10 MS TenCny! He d
bet on which'd be the last breath of his
dying mother" That was the way the
popular legend ran. and the man lived
up 10 1t.
Stake 1t all-stake it all on the deuces
the deuces-the deuces," The little devil
In the back Of his head was shrieking
now and stamping redhot heels into
Frenchy's brain.
But the trip home-I've planned five
years." urged his pounding heart.
You won on them once-didn't you?-
didn't you?-didn't yoU?" reiterated the
little devil.
F'renchy quietly poured out another
glass anu downed it. Then he pulled off
his boots. produced bunch of bills from
the bottom of each. put on his boots
again and looked at his hand
Come two thousand morer' he Whis-
pered
A sound of deeper breathing grew IN
about the fascinated circle of onIookers
Frenchy had gone into his boots-they
knew what that meant. Would the Others
stay? Would they?
The place became uncanny with still
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- to go down on Long Island for
the Vanderbilt cup race said
the Hotel Clerk of the st. Reck-
less
..Wiu IT be much of a show" asked the
House Detective.
ITS sure to be-" said the Hotel Clerk
81 don't know of any race to equal 1t.
and we've had some rather fair ones IN
bysone days. Just look 'em over How
We Carried the News From Client to
Aix''-see any standard sixth reader.
GLOW Salvador Won'-a universal favor
tie with young lady elocutors. The Race
From Bull Run to Washington"-an easy
win for the Union forces. THE Alton b.
Parker Race: THE Schenectady-to-Troy
Walking Race" an endurance contest for
actors. How kissing Cup Won the Der
by"-a race that was to the King
taste. THE Little Johnny Hayes" for
merely called the 'Marathon'-a race that
was not to the kings taste, unless you're
meaning one of the kings of Ireland. And
many others. Oh, there's plenty Of great
races if you're a mind to look through
the annals Of history for them, Larry,
but this Vanderbilt cup race has got the
rest chained to a stationary washstand.
according to my way of thinking. Look
what it does every year for the cause OF
true sport. And look what it does for
the coroner's office.
The preliminary heat is a pretty stable
event in itself. They nearly always have
one or more attractive casualties through
the inability of some impetuous contest
ant to NOW down the telephone pole at
Horseshoe Bend or Trimmer s
Curve without doing things to his own
spine and shoulder blades or losing a
a leg; from which, therefore, we derive
the name, elimination trial. 1t does very
well for starter, but It's the cup race
proper that really brings the glow Of
pleasurable anticipation to the rugged
cheek of every licensed sexton in Mas
sau county,
Did you ever see one Of 'em run off? ''
asked the House Detective.
Yes, three seasons back" said the Ho-
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Roguish Cy.
uCY YOUNG. the vete

NCY YOUNG. the veteran twirler
~ talked, during his base ball benefit
in Boston. about the queer fashions that
from time to time prevail in base ball.
YES" said he. There are fashions in
everything-in pitching. in catching, in
drinking. even in eating"
He laughed roguishly.
And these fashions" he said, "are just
as imperious and indisputable as the fash
ion which requires man to wear a silk
hat with a tail coat and woman to wear
ha, ha. ha-openwork silk stockings with
an umbrella"
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e>&&E2- The TlOTFI lCI EKK@

is time for the condemned man to arise
early and eat a hearty breakfast. The
tang of a fall morning sweetens the air
and 10, the sun shoots forth its first red
spear. to fall athwart the brow Of the
fallow meadowland. crowned with its dia-
dem Of billboards referring to Whoston's
whisky and Squoze-In corsets.
From every direction along the ribbon
like highroads that gridiron the autumnal
landscape, all speeding toward the COM
mon trysting place. come the painting cars.
all full to overlooking with persons. many
Of whom are in the same fix. At the
grandstand, with its clustering throngs. a
brilliant scene is presented. Hundreds of
the most prominent people In society are
gathered there. some with their present
wives or husbands and others without
them. Here we find one Of our most mar
ried matrons. discussing with compare
tive novice who's only faced the officiat-
ing clergyman a paltry two or three times.
whether Reno has anything on Sioux City
as a place Of temporary residence for
six months every other year.
X
There we see fashionable party seek
ing to fortify their systems against the
rigors Of such an early rising with simple
lunches of cold game pates eked out by
sips from bottles containing the four-dol-
lar-a-quart brand Of souseparilla soda
pop. Merry laughter rises in a silvery
chorus as some society favorite or favor
itess chugs up with sprightly accounts to
tell of having spread fat market woman
all over the Jericho turnpike. IT'S scene
to delight the heart of every true lover
of outdoor sport.
''But this panorama, inspiring though il
may be, is as nothing. Larry. to what
happens when the signal is given and the
throbbing monsters start, one by one
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quent result that you give him food.
which he may or may not eat: shoes
and clothes which he will probably sell
at the nearest secondhand shop: money,
which he Will add To the store he has
gathered earlier in the day and which he
will spend that night, after his own in
admira BILE fashion.
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last drops of water we had with us. cuss-
ing man who got thirsty. I can go
without water with the biggest camel that
ever stuck a hoof in the sand said he.
And I took the water; I always took and
the Kid was always giving.
And along in the evening we struck
a little water hole and camped. How
the Kid did drink when he thought
wasn't looking! Oh. he wasn't such a
camel for carrying water with him! 1t
was his big heart that carried the water
the sweet, pure, sparkling water of friend
ship.
Along about shutdown a dull gray
cloud grew up in the west-smoke! But
the wind was against It, blowing soft and
dry from the east, where the river lay
thirty miles away. Think we'd better
ride on?' says the Kid. But l was tired
and wanted sleep, and the Kid gave in.
Says he. Horses need a rest l guess,
didn't lay it onto me, you know. Giving
again and taking.
so we lariated the horses and rolled
in. Do you know how man sleeps after
he's been burning dry for days and fills
up at last? l plunged into 10000 fathoms
of soft soft sleep-deep, deep down.
where the cool sweet dreams bloom in
world of crystal. And everywhere in my
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er orders from venturing on the public
thoroughfares with hard blunt articles or
edged tools on their persons. Bill K is
going to cut out those little Informal
dashes along the turnpike and through
the narrow country lane. But his interest
in the great sporting event which bears
his name is in no wise abated.
"'Tis a glorious sight there among the
fertile kraut fields and boiled dinner pas
lures of Long Island. Larry. when
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upon their death-defying. speed-devouring
dash around and around and thence per-
haps in a southerly direction through the
massed spectators at Casket Handle Turn.
across the powed field Of 100 yards or
SO. under the Jersey bull. over the lowing
kline, and into the side Of the distant barn
as far as the center haymow.
For mind you. Larry, the most exciting
details are frequently not visible to the
elect in the grandstand boxes. Grouped
about the sudden curves which add spice
and variety to the course. the populace at
large witnesses not one finish. but many
At any juncture skidding tire may cause
some daredevil driver to make a short
detour through the assembled multitude.
only to whisk back upon the highroad.
with eyes still glued to the front, and
resume his maddened whirl against time,
while with his free hand he removes from
his brow traces OF an innocent though
undeniably mussy bystander. Thus it
happens that the fashionable along the
home stretch may have to content them
selves with deciding who they'll marry
next time, and watching each racing ma
chine as 1t swings by. looking something
like frenzied tailors goose and some
thing like metallic casket In the act of
spontaneously combusting. When one of
the really enjoyable tragedies Of the day
occurs. the grandstand audience probably
receives the edifying details only at sec
ond hand. BY the time they can reach the
spot the souvenir-hunters have carried
away everything that the coroner isn't
sitting on. and it's rare that one is able
to pick up even a knee cap or a pivot
tooth for the curio cabinet.
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that are cheap beside such hearts! see a
Cuba black brutal. treacherous club
that struck down friend! And see the
DEVILS spades that dug his grave! That's
what I see! Look hard"'
Frenchy seemed to exercise an uncanny
influence over his hearers. Not one
moved-an stared upon the four upheld
deuces
It's the DEVILS story. gentlemen" he
continued in low. husky voice. IT'S
hung by me for three bloody years-it
haunts me! I've got to tell it,
He passed his free hand over his fore
head beaded with sweat. Then he whis-
pered a question to the spellbound audi
ence:
Ibid any of you know the Kid-Kid
Smith?"
A momentary expression of infinite kind
ness sOftened the face of Frenchy. only
to give way Immediately to deep CULVER
ing lines of anguish. He continued trem-
ulously:
Il knew him-the Kid. Had the big
gest, bravest heart that ever beat in the
godforsaken white spaces of a map. One
of that breed of fellows that the world
nails to it's crosSes-the Kid was. And
we were friends: that is, he was friend.
He gave and l took, and he was happier
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US. High hand takes the horse; low
hand-produce the decK.'
L produced the deck-greasy and dog
cared. for many's the social game the
Kid and had played with 'em together.
We squatted on the prairie in the red
twilight and the Kid dealt. Not tremor
of his perfect gamblers hands. Cool as
though it was game of penny-ante.
I drew three deuces! Deuces! Oh.
the damned dirty deuces.
How many?' says the Kid pleasantly.
For the first time in my life I forgot to
guard my hand. A deep rolling thunder
had grown up out of the burning west
1t seemed 1 could feel the prairie dell
tremble like bridge under a drove OF
sheep. Listen! I gasped. It's the crit
tiers coming said the Kid. Cattle and
buffalo and elk and deer and wolves-the
whole posse. How many cards did you
call for? Two. wasn't it,?
He thrust two cards into my hand
One was the the deuce Of hearts. 1t
wasn't only the printed heart he gave
me. 1t was the warm, red beating heart
of a friend
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they're assembling for the. start Of this
classic event Of the year. At the wayside
the sumac has lit its crimson candles and
the golden rod CLEANS richly in the fence
corner. The pennon foliage floats to earth
leaving the white limbs of the sycamore
naked and bare. regardless Of any feel
ings which Anthony Comstock may have
on the subject. The dawn, in russell man
tie clad. breaks in the east. telling us that
somewhere in this broad land of ours it
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tel Clerk. But it fell short of proving
the unqualified success that the others of
the same series have always been. There
was nobody killed, not even one of the
hired hands, working by the day. We
came away feeling rather disappointed.
considering what we'd been led to expect"
Didn't 1 see in the papers here lately
where Willie K. Vanderbilt said he wuz
goin to kick out of the racin' game"
said the House Detective.
why Willie K.?" asked the Hotel
Clerk. 'Why, simply because he has
money. should We treat q simple Wander
bilt with more fornslity than we do our
candidates for President? Call him Bill.
Since you mention it, 1 believe Bill X.
Vanderbilt did say something about quit
ting the racing after this year, but only I
presume SO far as the public highways
are concerned. l understand he's going
to popularize some less exciting form of
diversion. such as shooting oil wells with
nitro glycerin or diving for pearls in the
Indian ocean.
II don't blame him either. Like so
many others Of our exclusive Speed Set,
he has discovered through bitter expert
ence. alas, that traversing the city street
or country road at even the moderate gait
of say fifty-five to sixty miles an hour is
frequently fraught with annoying nishap
and delay. He's had set of eighty-dol-
lar tires practically ruined through run
ming over Connecticut peasant that was
carrying home roll of barbed wire. Bar
ney Oldfield suffered a distressing dent
in his front dashboard from grindstone
which some evilly-inclined wight had de-
liberately loaded into the back of his
farm wagon, well knowing how disastrous
the results might be to the first racing
machine that undertook to pass on
through from the rear. And E. r. Thomas
is even now in hospital because Of the
criminal carelessness Of some New Jer-
sey vandal who would persist in having
heavy metal mountings on his family car
riage. So, until the besotted authorities
awake to the necessity of enacting legisla-
ton that will prohibit persons Of the low
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"Wots the good of it ALP" inquired the
House Detective.
i've been trying to tell you what a
triumph it is for q splendid SPORT" said
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did throw a leg across a better horse
than the kid's-honest, rangy. clean
limbed and deep in the chest, Ny heart
leaped with joy when 1 heard his long,
even breathing. / had a great deirious
love for the big hearted brute as felt his
long, even reach, the tireless rhythmic
stride that throws the miles behind. The
drifting red sea Of smoke above cast the
wild glare down upon the prairie and
made the footing sure. threw my guns
away; stripped Off my coat and gave it
to the wind. l knew what an extra pound
might mean.
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BY IRWIN S. COBB.

ID like the best in the world tc
to so down on Long Island fol
the Vanderbilt cup race said
the Hotel Clerk of the st. Reck-
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|RENCHY called for two cards and
reached for a glass and the bot
tie. His head swan dizzily. The
clinking Of glasses at the bar
Fort Mill times. [volume] (Fort Mill, S.C.) 1892-current, 1908-04-02
ELECTION CONTESTS.
The Usual Negroes Are Working for
the Usual Fees.

In speaking of the South Carolina
contested cases before Congress the
Washington correspondent of The
State says the usual negroes are
contesting the seats of Lever. Legare
and Patterson. They are all here
with their attorneys. w. a. Holman.
ID. l.. Baker and NJ. Rutledge Rivers
are here for Legare. b. II. Moss and
C. NJ. Ehrd for Lever. and u. S.
Henderson for Patterson. Prioleau
has appeared upon the scene and Ii
ready to take his seat on the floor
of the house The election commit
tee is settling itself to enjoy the ar
gument OF Lawyer Moorer of Orange
burg. who represents the contestants
for Lever and Patterson seat. Moor
er is the negro who last time said he
stood so high in the legal profession
| in Orangeburg that he could borrow
money from MIR B. Hart Moss"
1t is time that this farce was called
off. None of these negroes expect
to get any seat in Congress. If they
did. not one of them would know
what to do with it Dantzler is about
as much fit to represent this dis
trict in Congress as one OF those hid
eous baboon' Capers seems to
know so much about. Then there is
Prioleau, Caper's "hideous baboon. "
He is either lodging the penitentiary
or running for Congress nearly all
! the time. lie would make a lovely
member The principal thing these
fellows are after is the attorneys fees
allowed by Congress. When they get
it they are the happiest set of dar-
kies in South Carolina as long as the
money lasts.
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STARVING IN NEW YORK.
Tried to Steal Money With Which to
Get Bread.

A gray-haired sick looking man
walked into the banking Office of c.
b. Richard & Co., 33 Broadway. New
York. Friday and asked for money to
get food. He was ordered out, and,
after walking TO the street, stood
looking for a moment at the firm $
window, where n quantity of foreign
money was exhibited.
Then his glance fell on a piece of
concrete lying in the gutter. and. has
tily picking il mp, he threw il against
the plate glass. The window broke
in dozen pieces, and the old man
then grabbed a 40 franc and so
fame note and ran.
Two of the firms clerk : caught him
before he had got fifteen feet away.
In the station house the prisoner de-
scribed himself as Thomas Kennedy.
20 years old. Il sail maker. with no
home He said ne had eaten nothing
FOR 4S hours. and his appearance in
Heated it, The police sympathized
With him but charged him with burg
| larry.