The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1909-03-25
CHAPTER XVIII.


the door of the great turf exchange. Ex-
pugilists. low publicans, noblemen's but
lers that were traders on mems weak
nesses or lust-greasy. brass-chained.
shovel-hatted. brazen-throated, brazen-
browed-with wolfsh greed of gain stamp
ed more or less on their features-the
hungry, gold-seeking mob oscillate round
that low doorway. The turtles temple
never shuts the fell war between hackers
and layers never ceases. Eager murmurs
are heard midst that vultuRa-faced crowd.
HE went very bad in the market this
morning. Tell me they offered threes,
at the clubs What's wrong with
him?" What against The Saint?' and
similar hurried interrogatories fall on the
ear. Now brougham. now a well-ap-
pointed cab. whose driver throws the reins
from his lavender kidded hands to the
next tiger; now the hansoms of ordinary
life drop their respective occupants at
the small doorway.
The Subscription Room is full; round
the big circular desks much paying and
receiving is going ON. The sofas round
the room are crowded with loungers; the
tessellated pavement is trod by fuctuat-
ing mass, who ebb and flow to different
points as some one or two large specula-
tors yociferate the odds, or cease to do so.
Ii is the settling day after the broken
week at Newmarket, and sinister rumors
are rife about the first favdrite for the
Two Thousand. He has stood at five to
two for long while, but report says
that three to one has been laid and of
fered. to any amount of money, at the rae
ing clubs this morning.
IIalf-past fOur-fatal hour for many a
favorite at Tattersall's, the adjustment of
last weeks accounts-is over, and the
ring has time to turn its attention TO
forthcoming events.
Three to one against Coriander for the
Guineas," is vociferated in more than one
quarter Nothing positive seems known
about the horse but panic has set in,
and hackers stand aloof from wager
that yesterday they would have jumped
al. Some few adventurous men take the
increased odds to little, but speedily
repent as they find the disposition to lay
that price rapidly increasing.
At this juncture Pearman. attired in
deep mourning, entered the Subscription
Room. II was but few days since his
fathers funeral. and, TO do him justice
he would not have been there had not q
friend telegraphed 10 him early in the day
the onslaught that was being made on
Coriander. Business must be attended TO-
he argued. whether racing or otherwise
and knowing his horse to be perfectly
well. he ran up at once TO town to STOP
this demonstration against il.
Foremost among the opponents of the
favorite was a big. corpulent north coun.
tryman. who enjoyed the reputation OF
by no means throwing his money away
In turf parlance, when he persistently bet
against horse, '-he knew something"
Here's 1000 TO 300 against Corian
der - vociferated Mr.. Plyart. for the sec
ond or third time.
Put il down to me-" said Pearman
quietly.
"Yes. sir. Will you take it twice.
Pearman nodded.
The bookmaker pencilled it into hi.
note book. The crowd. attracted by the
fact of Coriander's owner coming to tn,
rescue, had surged round them; but M
sooner had Mr.. Plyart completed hi.
memorandum, than he reiterated hi.
hoarse war cry of Here's 1000 to 3Ot
against Coriander ~ shout in which b,
was Immediately Joined by two or tire,
other large spectators.
Put il down again, Plyart," said Pear
man. grimly; and now. inspired with con
| fidence by the way in which his owner
had supported him. several hackers in
vested on the favorite.
For little, it seemed as if Coriandel
| would rally in the market but the layer,
of odds far exceeded the hackers; anc
finally came forth Mr. Plyart's ominou.
| shout of II, 900 to LOCO against the favor
tie for The Guineas ="
III take that ~ cried Pearman, though
his establishment knew no bounds; and
as the bookmaker noted il, he remarke ed
with a sneer, You'll find my horse ba,
to get out of on the Two Thousand day
| don't think you will hedge, except al
loss"
Perhaps so. sir-perhaps so but III
bet you an even hundred he don't start
Done. and I'll make it 5000, if yol
like"
mo; you might start him on three legs
| won't risk more than a hundred oil hi
not starting but here's 1000 TO 1000 h,
don't win, once more"
Sam Pearman shook his head and. a
oil events for once in his life, walked on
CT Tattersall's thoroughly puzzled. III
knew his horse to be perfectly well, h
] had seen him that morning AS far as h.
had tried him, he had never tried a three
year-old better. What were these rim.
men going on!
They make great mistakes at times
! these members of the magic circle. Thei
brethren of the Stock Exchange occasion
ally get the worst of it also; but, as
rule. either hackers or shareholders ar
| justified in feeling alarm at a persisten
assault on what their money may be in
| vested in. The decline Of the favorite 60
IA big race in the market is hardly so dis
astrous to the world in general as banl
shares dropping twenty per cent below
premium. Before Pearman left Londol
the next day, he was aware, from variou
sources. that Coriander's status in tn
Letting was still further shaken, and tina
rs much as five 10 one had been offere,
against the crack of forty-eight hours ago
ffe thought of it all the way home. ant
felt more utterly bewidered than he ha'
ever done before in the whole Of his tur
experience.
Could Sam Pearman have been presen
ar a conference held In Silky Dallison'
roons, between that astute gentleman ant
Granville Rose, though he would hay
been still long way from enlightened oil
the subject, yet he would have learned
good deal. 1t was the Friday night befor
that eventfu Monday. Granville had re
turned from Glinn the day previous.
mouldy old parchment lay on the ta5l
between them; it had apparently bee
consulted and thrown aside.
"Rumford says the deed is perfect
good, and Mr.. Denison is quite certain
there has been no enfranchisement. That
| he case, Gren. isn't it?'
Rose nodded, and Mr.. Dallison for
/ few minutes pulled meditatively at hi
cigar.
WELL" he continued, "the law part
leave to you. l presume that is all RICH:
Rumford's opinion is quite good enoug
/ III