The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1909-07-31

! longing to have a look at the horses
and afterward you will have a bit o.
something for u.s."
The party proceed to the yard, ant
! Toms visitors are struck with admira-
| ton at its appearance. Everything
| there is scrupulously clean, and every
thing in its proper place. The stables
are rooIny and well ventilated, with
every modern improvement as regards
the comfort of the inmates.
Yes, they're a good-looking lot, -
Tom says, in answer to Ned's remark
about the fine appearance of the horses
1 manage to pick up an odd stake with
them, and my patrons cannot COM
plain. have a good horse, here,
though" continues Tom; ''in fact, the
best l have ever trained and opening
the door of the last box on the row,
Tom winks at Norah, at the same time
remarking to her father:
The winner of this years Galway
Plate Ned
Watch fathers face" whispers No
rah to Gerald, plucking the latter by the
sleeve.
Ned Lynch looks at the occupant of
the box for an instant, and then gasps
out in establishment:
BE the powers, but it's Shabby
Prince Yes, Shabby Prince" Ned
repeats, land he's thickened out a. lot,
and appears as hard as nails, but as
ugly as ever. Fiddlesticks! Tom, you're
only Joking; the winner of the Galway
Plate indeed and Ned laughs at the
idea.
Il never was more serious in my life,
Ned. I think he is a certainty for it,
answers Tom, placing a straw in his
mouth. ugly and all as Shabby Prince
is, he'd give the best horse in my sta
bles two stone and a beating"
You don't say, So" and Ned falls
back a step or two IN establishment.
well, Tom Kelley, when you bought
that colt from me, 1 said to my missus,
that you were taking leave of your
senses, but now-the devil himself would
not beat you"
81 deserve no credit Whatsoever, Ned,
it's all Norah's doing" and then Tom
told Ned and Gerald the history Of the
purchase.
Yes, Ned, Norah told me that it was
your ambition to win the Galway Plate, |
ind when 1 found out how I'd Shabby |
Prince really was, she III q me enter |
he horse in your name, sec! here's the |
entry" and Tom, taking a paper from |
lis pocket, shows the surprised and de- |
lighted Ned the list of runners for the
Galway Plate, and half way down the
list was the name, Mr.. E. Lynch's
Shabby Prince, 10 st. z lbs. Immediate
y under that Of Sir John Bodlin's Hope
On, the very colt Ned himself sold Sir
John, with view of winning the race.
led looks at Norah. There are tears
n his eyes, they are tears of joy, pride
md affection. Gerald glances at No
ali, and there is no mistaking that
glance, it is one of burning love. Hon
st Tom Kelley sees the fathers affec-
ion, and the lovers love, and thinks to
imself, It's happy sight, 1 wish my
niSsus were here to see it.
An Is settled now" Tom says to Ned,
S the party are crossing the yard.
bout to enter the house, Except a rider
Or Shabby Prince. What do you say
D the mount, Mr.. Gerald?"
oh, Tom, 1 would be delighted if
led considers am good enough"
Good enough exclaims Ned, grasp
lg Gerald's hand. "Why, Mr.. Gerald,
on are the one man in all the world
lat l wish to seen on the back of Shah
Y Prince"
1t will be such fun to see Sir Johns
ice" says Norah, glancing lovingly at
erald, ''if the despised and cast-off {
habby Prince beats his much-prized {
urchase."
'Oh, ! think we can safely say. No {
IN, my girl, that we have the measure ]
Hope On" adds Tom Kelley. cheeri-
rubbing his hands, land now I'm {
'ady to sample my missus' cooking"
What on earth is the matter with {
our father?' Mrs. Lynch says to No t
In, few days before the Galway I
ICES. He's all f1dgets, and he's con- /
nually talking to himself about 7
Fights and horses, and he never leaves S
port out of his hands. Yesterday. t
hen he was paying Shemus, the plow- a
an, his wages, he gave him five shill- r
gs extra, and I heard him saying. a
hemus, be sure to put that on the t
cen jacket, crimson sleeves and cap L
r the Galway Plate" p
Norah laughs, and taking her moth t
s face in her hands, she kisses her r
vingly, and tells her the secret. u
That night before Ned retires to rest. h
RS. Lynch makes a strong tumbler of n
nch for him, and touching the rim of
e tumbler with her lips, she gives II d
him with the words: il
Ned, dear, may you win the Galway Il
ate" n
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