The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1909-06-25
CHAPTER XIII.

IT,. classic heath is crowded; ay, over
,,owded. The carriages stand -FOUR or NV
deem next the ropes. In a carriase soA1
close to the cords are Harold DehiSo,,
Naude and Granville Rose-or rathe,' =,
sbould snv. were, insomuch as they mao
arrived there together; but though Deni-
eon had for some years eschewed the
oreansward and it's fatal seductlons' OIL
course there were numerous olu Aii7n".
whom he had known well IN the uays Ill" :.
tho sky blue and silver braid was prom
inent at most large race meetings i,e
had naturally drawn off to chat over old
times with some of them, and lett Mauoe
in charge of her cousin.
The Girl was in a state OF the greatest
excitement. She had never before seen a
race of any kind. 1t was bright DAY
hut not warm. except in the July meeting,
If never is on Newmarket Heath. Thanks
to her fathers experience Maude was
heavily shawled and therefore comfort
able. In the last few minutes Hose nau
confided to her what a big stake he stood
To win on Coriander, Though, Maude,
recollect. | shan't be penny the worse
if he loses
l n,
1 can hardly, as it is, though it IS you
who are to win, and not me-
"My darling, you are as much interest
ed as l am l never did bet before; l
never shall again. Can't you guess why
I have this time?"
II think So" she replied, as her face
flushed. Its for me, is it not?'
YES, Maude; if Coriander wins, l can
claim you from your father at once; II
he don't-well, you will wait while
work, won't you?"
"You know | will. I'm yours whenever
you come for me-" whispered the girl I;
land as long as we may write, l shall
never" and she paused.
WHAT" inquired her cousin.
"Don't ask me well, never be as I'M
happy as l have BEEN"
Granville pressed the little hand that
rested in his, but said nothing; in which
he showed great discretion. In love-mak-
ing, silence is often more effective than
conversation.
But the noise of the bursting cork is
hushed 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 il anxious to see the result OF 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 OF
the Jockey Club stand and from amidst
the carriages, still shrek forth spasmodie
offers against outsiders. Granville has
| a A. hA "a
already said, the turf was great mys.
terry to him. All he knows-and this is
derived from Dallison-is, that Coriander
Is first favorite, and that Fauxpas and
The Saint are each backed for great
deal Of money, and that the Lightning
Colt il a dangerous outsider.
'Now, Maude stand up on the seat
Are the glasses right? Try"
"Quite; I can see beautifully"
"very we'll; now repeat what I have
taught you. What are the colors2'
"Coriander, black and white hoops
FAuxpas, green and white braid; The
Saint, cherry and black cap; and-and
oh. dear, forget that Lightning thing
''Mazarine blue; don't forget again
Do you see those two bushes? As soor
a. we hear they are of, bring your glasses
to bear ON those. Wait till you catch
the horses in their field. and then follow
them till you don't want glasses"
Eyes, Grsn; but my hand shakes 80
wish you hadn't told me about all tina;
money II Coriander wins. Oh, dear, why
don't they start? What are they wait
ing for?"
All. me! Faces are a study, the fvs
minutes before the flag falls for a great
race. The teeth will go through the lip
or the mouth will twitch, and the hand
That holds the race glass will shake a little
on these occasions when the possessors
are involved in high stakes on the result
Once over, and as a rule it would be diff
cult to tell whether a man had lost much
or little. Winners look jubilant, losers
bland at the hosting numbers. To study
faces, use your eyes while the horses still
cluster at the starting post.
i CHAPTER XIV.
Suddenly Is seen tumult amongst the
distant horsemen, who have gone down
some way to witness the start, and almost
before Maude can realize that they Are al
tearing towards her, the fierce shrek Of
They're o6v announces that the ract
for the Two Thousand has begun. Sh.
has barely time to get the bushes within
the field Of her glasses when half Z dozen
of the gay silken jackets pass them
Flushed, painting, excited, and utterly IN
accustomed to the thing, Maude grind.
her little white teeth In her agitation a
she finds they have passed the point more
like the glimpse Of kaleidoscope thar
anything else; then, for a second. III,
can't find them again. "Oh, Gren !" shs
gasps, (which Is Coriander? I forget
Was it blue, or black and white hoops
I've lost them. Oh, dear, that green thin,
will win! Oh, which is Coriander ?
And there was slight gurgls In Maude'i
throat.
The Saint winsl No, he don't; he'l
beat! Fauxpas wins! No, the Lightnin,
Colt; Fauxpas"-when, sharp and shril