The evening world., 1909-01-07
Remuneration of Old Horse
Pilot Certainly Did Starlle
the Main Street.
LONG WAITED CHANCE.
Rider of TamInany Had Been
"Set Down" by Caldwell
Years Ago.

Down Broadway he came this after
noon. did John McMallaker hunched
over the neck or snortlng bay colt.
digging his heels into It's TANKS and
urging the colt with Hi! HIS" and
slaps. Sure, 1t was McMallaker, the
jockey, who rode the good horse Tam
many In the famous race between
Tammany and Lamplighter. at Gutten-
burg. in the racing day+ Of long ago.
AS he tore down Broadway. men.
women and children crossing the
streets fled to the sidewalks like
squawking chickens. Automobiles
sclrried and skidded to give McMal-
laker room. Policemen shouted sharp
commands. Street cars stopped as If
at fire engine whistle. The colt
with stretched red nostrils reached far
forward ard ears laid back, was run
ming like a thing gone wild.
He Had the Spirit.
hut what did John McMallaker care ?
He wes tu.I Of the good 'crayther." and
he'd forgotten Broadway, forgotten New
York. forgotten Gov Hughes. forgotten
everything except that he was on a
horse again and the way was clear be-
fore him. 1t certainly was clear! So
he kicked his mount In the ribs and
sailed along
Go on. Go on. You goat he yelled
in his shrll treble. You can make 1t.
They can't get you. ZIP! Hi. hi, h-hi!"
You, there. on the horse!' shouted
Bicycle Policeman Geibenan. running
out to his bicycle, which leaned against
the Broadway curb near Fifty-frst
street. stop. Stop
Jockey John McMallaker never slack.
ened his pace.
They're rootln' against us, by" he
yelled, delghtedly, but they can't stop
us-never in the Crane, Crane wor-r-rld.
q wan! Hi! hi! hI-hi!"
But ahead of him, at Fiftieth street,
was almost a solid wall OF wagons,
street cars, cabs and automobiles which
had been brought to stop while driv-
ers and motormen tried to make out
what was coming down Broadway upon
them.
He swung the horse into FIftleth
street and raced west, yelling louder
than ever. Before he was a third OF
the way down the block drivers had
pulled over to the sides OF the street all
the way to Eighth avenue. The track
was still clear. Behind him came Po-
llceman Geibenan, the spohes OF his
wheels a blur Of steel.
Caught at the Turn.
At Eighth avenue McMallaker took
the corner as though he felt that he
had reached the back turn. He slack
| ened speed a little, and Geibenan over
hauled him and grabbed his bride.
Ii was very crestfallen John Nc
Mallaker who was led into the West
/ Side Court few minutes later. The
ride had cleared the fogs OF potheer
out OF his brain a Bit. He did his
brave best, though It was very
| transparent best, TO pretend that he
didn't know he had made an old foo
OF himself.
Judge. yer Honor" he said I'm
sorry Il I've done wrong, I am lndade
( But It's the first time I've been on a
| horse with chance to give him a
| good ride In many and many a year
| And II | am after sayln' IL mesll
Judge. / was a good boy In my time
lie told his history and the Magis.
trate listened with grinnlng sympathy
| Policeman Geibenan was hot anL
cross
Your Honor" said he, he was rid
ing Ike Wild man and endangerine
/ the lives OF women and children"
II was hardly ridin' at ALL" eX.
claimed old John, Indignantly. why
yer Honor. you should have seen ms
on good harse. This harse was M
good at all, at all And, a, that,
/ had no saddle on him. to say nothin' oil
no stirrups or spurs
You should have stuck to the race
track" admonished the Magistrate
Sow, how could 1, Your Honor, sher
| Old Man Caldwell ruled me of the turf
Tor pocketin' coon-s'help me, nothIn
I but for pocketin' q coon on the far turn
when / was ridin for =. s Brown
! prince OF gintlemen that he was"
The Magistrate told him to 20 back
TO the knickerbOCker Stables, where h,
is employed as "A hostIer. and not to dc
| 1t again.
sure, wouldn't have done II thi,
time, Your Honor" said John McMal
laker as he bowed himself away. blu
it was a Crane horse and wanted Il
! get him of Broadway before he wa!
frlghted by one " them dom autymo
Niles. may the dlxil burn than ali un.n