The sun., 1908-06-21

that shs wanted TO know which horses
were In front.
II was well that she refused 10 watch
the start OF this raoe---a historic race In
American turf annals-for May j., turned
the wrong way OF the barrier when the
webbing hew up, was all but left at the post.
The overwhelming to 8 favorite hopped
on In the lead. az expected, and quickly
put daylight between herself and the nearest
contenders. May j.. under the merciless
spurs OF her boy, finally caught her stride
and then clomped along after the flying
field, far In the ruck at the outset, and
the mud clods from the Others heels beat
ing about her blinking eyes.
Mrs. Chuck seemed to grow smaller in
her seat as she heard the crowd bawl the
name OF the favorite. And only the favor
ties name was heard for good half minute
after the start. The pale little woman
no other race In all her experience had ever
caused her TO pale, but this was different
caught herself tearing her programme into
little bits when, after pausein tho bowling,
man with bull voice bleated out:
'Sa-ay. lookit that old May j. skate
goin' through EN-, will YEP Lookit heri
Why, sa-ay. she's nailin' 'em ALL Lookit
her takc after the favorite, will YEP Hey,
what dye know bout tn old mare, huhl'
L know that she's grabbin' tn favorite,
that's what know bout hsrl' bawled
another man with a huge voice who had
his field glasses fastened upon the field
tearing through the mist around the far
turn. that-she's-g
the-favorite, by bla zes!" he added, below
ing hoarsely.
-Yee-owt Old May ]. in tn lead hittin'
tn stretch!' shrieked a thousand men on
the lawn.
Glancing down there Mrs. Cluck caught
kinetoscopio view Of a shabby little man
jumping with all his might on his derby
hat which he had placed on tbs grass in
front Of him He had. played May, j.. and
that was his method OF roofing the old
marc home.
May j., May j.. comm away from emil
yelled a bunch OF men, standing on the
grand stand steps
But tn favoryte's comm again. and
catchin' her!" sung out another swaying
group Of excited watchers.
We'll. what dye think O. that OIL five
hunnered t. one glob hookin' up with tn
three T. Ave shot f'r tn drive to tn tape!"
blurted out red faced favorite player
who was standing perilously on the rail of
the press box.
And 80, thought Mrs. Cluck. who had
never moved from her seat to watch the
race, 30 May j. was hooked up with the
favorite for the run down to the finish.
The thought Of that choked her,
She was used to the wild roofing Of men
at racetracks. The rooters' language was
as familiar to her as normal speech And
SO, apparently perfectly composed. with
not even a movement Of the lips, she sat In
her seat. clutching her programme. and
as the horses flew down the long stretch
her mind framed these words:
~0h. you May J.l Oh. you little old runt
OF girl hawssl Stay with it. you ba-a-aybyi
Don't you back up! They all want you to
fall down and break a laig-but don't you
do II. little ol' jumped on hawss! There
amt nobody's hawss can beat you now,
baby ladyl. They've been hammerin' and
mauln' you around all year. sis-but now
you've got emit Oh. you girl! They call
you joke. baby sweet-but you're loolxin'
the other one in the eye now. and you amt
goin' to let her trim you, oil MayJ. You're