Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1909-07-30
ter held Mr.. Sam Pearman in high es-

ster neld Mr.. sam Pearman In hlgh es-
TEEN.
You'll be going UP by the six train,
suppose, sir? Only half-past three now,
but l expect you're going home again
first"
"Just 50. / want to have about an
hour at the paddocks first"
"One last look at the crack, eh, sir?
Win, won't he, though they do take
strange liberties with him in the betting%
Hes very well and II make some Of
them open their eyes and shut their
mouths before many days are over"
"Well, you'll have company up, sir
Mr.. Grenville Rose, from Glinn; he's
a-going by that train. Know him, Mr..
Pearman, suppose"
'Yes, | do know him." said Pearman,
as he thought over their recent interview.
beg pardon, sir; didn't know you
didn't like him; he's usually reckoned a
nice gentleman"
How do you know he's going to
town."
because he sent message 10 say so"
What, telegram? How long ago"
About an hour and a half; it was
about two o'clock"
THAT was the time left Glinn, and
his telegram left Xminster then. Hum
1t must have left Denison's while l was
there" thought Pearman. what the
devil could it have been about? l say,
what was Mr.. Roses message -exactly?"
beg pardon sir, but, you know, we
amt allowed"
"Yes, of course, l know; there's a
sovereign for you-go on
well, it can't be of any consequence
and you won't let out l told you, Mr..
Pearman," said the clerk, as his hand
closed on the gold coin. "It was only
this: To Mrs. Hudson, Paper Buildings,
Temple. From Grenville Rose, Xmin-
ster. shall be home tonight; have some
dinner"
That was all, you're sure?"
Every word, I'll take my OATH"
Thank you keep a place for me by
the six train; :" and Pearman drove off to
see his horses.
1t was a very simple message, but the
owner of Coriander had been quite long
enough on the turf to know that a tele-
gram may represent anything but what
it appears to say. 1t disquieted him
much He wished that he had driven
straight to the station instead of home tC
Mannersley he might have written his
letters there, and his own telegram
would have been off much sooner. In
the meanwhile here he was at the pad
docks.
well, Martini" he inquired, as hi:
trainer came out to meet him; 'how are
they all going on?"
"Well as can be, sir. Coriander die
two nice canters and a good mile and q
quarter gallop, to wind up with, this
morning. No horse can be doing better
But they tell me they're laying against
him in Lendon, as if something was the
natter" and the trainer glanced inquir-
ingly at his master.
Something has been the matter, Mar
tin-too long a matter to tell you at
present; but everything is now satisfac-
torily arranged. But l want to talk to
you about those two-year-olds; so, come
inside"
After heightened conference with his
trainer, Pearman returned to the station
Grenyille Rose was fellow traveller with
him and they even occupied the same car
riage, but beyond few words of recogni-
ton, no conversation passed between
them.
Upon entering the Theatine, the first
thing Pearman saw in the hail. on cast
ing his eve at the notice-board containing
the latest news, was that Coriander was
once more first favorite for the Two
Thousand, at seven to two, taken freely,
Done again." he muttered, somehow
And | believe that telegram and Rose
are at the bottom of it."