The sun., 1909-05-30

| was living then at a daily rate OF expendl
ture that few millionaircs equal.
Said to this raoo riding bone oonk a
] sat alongside Of him in the pretty parlo
car going down:
Son, you've got q few pennies tuokec
away underneath the oilelotb on the ttoI
shell Of the kitchen cupboard. all right
"Ob. 1 guess I'm there with about two
hundred thousand the great rider. but
bonebean all the same. replied. swelling
out his pigeon chest on me.
"Oh, y'are, hey9 said /. Well, that's
q pretty ounnin, little stack o. blues
riding horses and winning with 'emY
"Oh. till Tim Sullivans elected Presi.
dent impatiently replied the whiffet
Say, let's spiel about something else.'
"Uh-huh,'. said /. well talk about
something. else presently. but Just hold
q word or two.
What you want to do is to get up In
time for real early breakfast Tomorrow
morning, and then after you've had your
oantaloupe and Spanish mackerel and
coffee and such like you want to hike
right down town to some trust company
little stack Of checks Of yours in what
grown up people call an annuity. Soak
It away so hard that you'll never be able
to loosen it with machine gun.
That's what you want to do tomorrow
morning after breakfast. Do you get
'What does he do7. Why. he stakes
me to the long yawn; and. not liking
to be yawned at that way by children.
cloae my trap.
We'll. last spring at Belmont, when
the game still was good, happened to be
passing in front Of the back line Of bookies
when saw this same little ex-jock person
sinking dubiously up to one Of the back
Hey heard the busted midget say
to the layer. gimme marker on that top
horse there for five spot, will you?
Beat it, said the layer. perfectly
prompt about It.
Then fell into little dream Of
the old days when that same boy had
bestridden the greatest horses in America
had ridden them like a veritable devil
OF ability, and out Of pure boyish impish-
ness had fetched them home In such tight
finishes that folks in grandstand and on
lawn would turn the color Of chalk for
rear he was going to lose. although there
seemed never chance for him to lose
in one OF those tight finishes. Well, there
be was. asking cheap gum chewing
oookie for IS marker and getting the
20 roll your hoop reply
well, I know another jock, a wiz OF
all the saddle wizards in his good day,
VINO did put something away; q chunk,
in fact. He invested it In good Brooklyn
real estate; but the real estate faded
away from him. He began, when he had
to quit the saddle on account Of growing
weight, to play 'em from the ground.
successful jockey. able TO- get back at
the people who hand you dead ones and
thus get you In Dutch. and playing 'em
when you're just one Of the push that
think they're in possession OF the sweet
things are two wholly different matters.
and this jockey boy that had been found
IT. IT. out 3 to the tune OF complete bustedness
IN just about two racing seasons. He
never belonged as player from the
ground. / hear that he's going around
now trying to get turfmen to insure them
selves in a life insurance company that he
represents.
Remember = Patsy McCue2 There
wasn't any finer natural race rider in
often speak Of the day when he rode
i've long priced nags first to the wire and
got the sixth into1 the place. There
wasn't anything on earth that that race
riding kid couldn't have had and en-
joyed ii he'd kept the rum out OF his
carcass.
But Jack Barieycorn claimed him for
boys are playing shinny. and the coin
slipped through his digits like soup
through a strainer. He got married to a
line little woman. and she did all she
could to restrain him. But nix. He'd
spend 81 900 a night for champagne for
his hangers on and think nothing Of 1t.
Ws.SIn Hs Sied Ston mhissTaibly h.a,i3y from drink in
They won't listen, and there's no law
them to hsten'