The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1909-04-29
CHAPTER XIII.

The classic heath is crowded ay, over
crowded. The carriages stand four or five
deep next the ropes. In a carriage very
close to the cords are Harold Denison,
Maude and Granville Rose-or rather, /
should say, were, insomuch as they had
arrived there together; but though Deni-
son had for some years eschewed the
greensward and its fatal seductions, of
course there were numerous old friends
whom he had known well in the days that
the sky blue and silver braid was promi
lnent at most large race meetings. He
mad naturally drawn off to chat over old
times with some of them. and left Maude
n charge of her cousin.
The girl was in a state of the greatest
excitement. She had never before seen a
ace of any kind. 1t was a bright day
Dut not warm, except in the July meeting,
i never is on NEWMARKET Heath. Thanks
20 her fathers experience, Maude was
heavily shawled and therefore comfort
able. In the last few minutes Rose had
.onfided to her what big stake he stood
TO win on Coriander, Though, Maude,
-ecollect, | shan't be penny the worse
( he loses"
"Oh, Gren, how can you stand still
[ can hardly, as it is, though it is you
who are to win, and not me-"
MY darling, you are as much interest
ID as | am. | never did bet before;
never shall again. Can't you guess why
[ have this time:"
II think So" she replied, as her face
dushed. Its for me, is it not?"
Yes, Maude; if Coriander wins, / car
claim you from your father at once; il
ne don't-wnll, you will wait while
work, won't your"
You know | will. I'm yours whenever
you come for me-" whispered the girl
and as long as we may write, L shall
lever-" and she paused.
WHAT" inquired her cousin.
Don't ask me well, never be as un
happy as l have been"
Granville pressed the little hand thai
rested in his, but said nothing; in which
ne showed great discretion In love-mak
| ing, silence is often more effective thar
conversation.
But the noise of the bursting cork il
| nushed in Jarvis'-the ring is deserted
Flys and horsemen tear across to where
| the cords, placed in funnel shape, indicate
the finest of the Rowley miles. Every
one us anxious to see the result or the
| first great three-year-old race of the sea
son. Carefully have the horses been scru
| tinized in the Birdcage and elsewhere
and the scattered ring. from the foot o.
| the Jockey Club stand and from amids
the carriages, still shrek forth spasmodi'
offers against outsiders. Grenville ha.
never left his cousins side. As he ha'
slready said, the turf was a great mys
| terry to him. All he knows-and this Il
derived from Dallison-is. that Coriande
is first favorite, and that Fauxpas an'
| The Saint are each backed for srea
deal of money. and that the Lightning
| Colt is a dangerous outsider.
Now, Maude stand up on the seat
Are the glasses right? Try"
Quite; l can see beautifully"
"Very we'll: now repeat what / hav
taught you. What are the colors?'
"Coriander, black aud white hoops
Fauxpas, green and white braid; TIL
| Saint, cherry and black cap; and-and
oh. dear, I forget that Lightning thing
'Mazariue blue; don't forget again
| Do YOU see those two bushes? As sool
as we hear they are off, bring your glasse
to bear on those. Wait till you cato
the horses in their field, and then follow
| them till you don't want glasses"
"Yes. Gsren; but my hand shakes 90
| I wish YOU hadn't told me about all tina
money if Coriander wins. oh, dear, VIII.
don't they start? What are they wait
| ing for?"
All. me! Faces are study. the hv
minutes before the flag falls for grea
| race. The teeth will 60 through the lip
| Or the mouth will twitch, and the han'
| that holds the race glass will shake a littl
on these occasions when the possession
are involved in high stakes on the result
| Once over, and as rule 1T would be dim
cult to tell whether a man had lost mucl
Or little. Winners look jubilant, loser
bland at the hosting numbers. To stud!
faces. use your eyes while the horses still
cluster at the starting post.