The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1909-04-30
WATER FoWBR.

~ Was D6dSdy uay. liz rain Mas
coming down in torrents and Fifth ave-
niue looked like river The younger
set were bored; for it is bit wearisome
to have to sit indoors all day and smoke
cigarettes until ones throat is parched
and drink Scotch and fzz water until
one finds forgetfulness.
Old man Abernathy's car rolled up
ito the front of the club and the Million
:aire crawled out with asnarl and made
his way to the smoking room. He
sought his chair--his chair, certainly
for he had a particular one that he had
been sitting in ever since the club had
begun to be; and woe be unto the
.youngster that had it when the old man
entered. No one had ever dared sit in
it but Bidder He had dared once and
when Ten Millions, as Biddle called
Mr.. Alternately, had upbraided him, he
made the old man back water" for
the first time in the history of the club
And ever after that Ten Millions had
hated Biddle, but that did not stop Bid
die. Not much. He insisted on talk
ing to Ten Millions, and he seemed to
take great pleasure in telling the old
man what an awful old crouch he was,
which delighted the rest of us; for we
really were afraid of the old man. He
had such arough way with him. Good
nessl 1t made fellows knees shake
when he looked at one. But Biddle
never seemed to fear his growing and
ranting. When the old man roared at
him he always smiled and then told
Ten Millions story about some one Of
the many friends he had. He had a
great many friends, and they must
have been pleasing lot, too, for he al
ways had a story on the tip of his
tongue about each of them.
When Ten Millions came into the
smoking room he looked us over with
scowl, savagely bit off the end of his
cigar and growled out his displeasure at
the day.
Beastly weather." he said, beast
ly. How I hate water when it comes
like this. How | hate it. "
But water is a good thing, Ten Mil
lions" said Biddle,
I know absolutely nothing about
farms, sir. never farmed in my
life" the old man interrupted crustily.
Then you don't know what you
have missed, Ten Millions. There is
not sweeter place on earth, Ten Mil
lions, than farm. 1t is out there that
a man thinks clean and forgets that
there is such a thing as money-grab-
bling. You should go out some time,
Ten Millions. 1t would do you good.
Into your life there might come some
of the JOY Of living. But water is a
powerful thing, Ten Millions. Now,
there's the case of Jimmy Howe, for
instance. You know Jimmy, Ten Mil
lions. He has trained for Mr.. Hunger
ford's stable for the past five seasons,
and you know what Hungerford's sta
BILE has been doing. He took the Sub
urban and the Brooklyn last season,
and he is winning everything he goes
into this year. Well, water, Ten Mil
lions, plain old water changed the
whole course Of life for Jimmy and
made him better man. I'll tell you
about it; for it is interesting to know
what water can do sometimes. You
hear often about how little too much
Bourbon has changed mans way of
doing, but water
Jimmy was born in big country
house on small estate adjoining Belle
Meade farm in Tennessee. The first
thing that Jimmy knew in this world
was horses. They were training every
day at Belle Meade then, and when he
got large enough to walk good he would
come down to the little course they had
there and watch the colts work out
When he grew larger he spent his days
around the stables, and before he was
a lad of any size at all he knew horse
flesh as few men in this country know
it to-day. He knew racing, too. He
had learned the whole game from swip
ping on up, and so it was but natural
that when Jimmy began to think OF
learning something to do for liveli-
3hood he should decide that horseracing
Twas the thing he was born for. That
as all right, Ten Millions, but Jimmy
bt into the wrong end Of it. His faith
Il told him that if he wanted to become
al ~ainer with the idea of finally owning