Los Angeles herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1900-1911, 1908-06-28

BrokenI4ink Handicap, and the account in the
Pioneer said that "favoritism divided" In 4
plain English, the various contingents were wild
ON their respective horses for the Handicappers
had done their work we'll. The Honorary Secre-
tary shouted himself hoarse through the din; and
the smoke of the cheroots was like the smoke, and
the rafting of the dice-boxes like the rattle OF
small-arm fire.
Ten horses started-very level--and Regula
Badduns owner cantered out on his hack to a
place inside the circle of the course, where two
bricks had been thrown. He faced towards the
brck-mounds at the lower end Of the course and
waited.
The story of the running is in the Pioneer. At
the end of the first mile, Shackles crept out OF
the ruck, well on the outside, ready to get round
the turn, lay hold of the bit and spin up the
straight before the others knew ne had got away.
Brunt was sitting STILL perfectly happy, listening
to the "drum-drumdrum" of the hoofs behind,
and knowing that in about twenty strides,
Shackles would draw one deep breath and go up
the last halfmile like the Flying Dutchman." AS
Shackles went short to take the turn and came
abreast of the brick mound, Brunt heard, above
the noise of the wind in his ears, whining wall
ing voice the offside saying-"God ha' mercy,
I'm done for!" In one stride. Brunt saw the whole
seething smash of the Maribyrnong Plate before
him, started in his saddle and gave yell OF ter
ror The start brought the heels into Shackles
side, and the scream hurt Shackles' feelings He
couldn't stop dead; but he put out his feet and
slid along for fifty yards. and then, very gravely
and judiciously, bucked off Brunt-a shaking, ter
ror-strcken lump, while Regula Baddun made
neck-and-neck race with Bobolnk up the straight,
and won by short head-Petard bad third.
Shackles' owner in the Stand, tried to think that
his feld-glasses had gone wrong. Regula Bad
dun's owner waiting by the two BRICKS gave one
deep sigh of relief, and cantered back to the
Stand He had won, in lotteries and bets, about
fifteen thousand
1t was a Broken-link Handicap with ven
geance 1t broke nearly all the men concerned,
and nearly broke the heart of Shackle's owner.
He sent down to interview Brunt The boy lay,
lvid and gasping with fright, where he had
tumbled off. The sin of losing the race never
seemed to strike him. All he knew was that
Whalley had called" him, that the "call' was
warning; and, were he cut in two for 1t, he
would never get up again. His nerve had gone
altogether and he only asked his master to give
him good thrashing, and let him go. He was mt
for nothing, he said. He got his dismissal and
crept up to the paddock, white as chalk, with blue
lips, his knees giving way under him. People
said nasty things in the paddock; but Brunt never
needed He changed into tweeds took his stick
and went down the road, still shaking with fright,
and muttering and over agan-"God ha'
mercy I'm done for!" To the best of my knowl-
edge and belief he spoke the truth.
So now you know how the Rroken-nnk Hanof
can was run and won. OF course you don't De-
lieve it. You would credit anything about rus.
sia's designs on India the recommendations OF
the Currency Commission; but little bit OF SOBER
fact is more than you can stand