The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1909-08-07

lower your colours today"
Norah Lynch is evidently enjoying the
critics remarks on Shabby Prince, for
there is an amused smile upon her hand
some face and the critics remarks are
far from mplimentary.
What a beast of a horse; belongs to
local farmer, believe"
often saw a jolly sight better led to
the kennels to feed the dogs"
What price that" accompanied by a
sarcastic laugh, and turning away of
the speaker.
Tom Kelley, too, hears these remarks
and Deeds them not. He is thinking to
himself, as he tightens the girths of
Shabby Prince that he will have sweet
revenge bye and bye.
The bell rings for the jockeys to
mount, and Gerald Bodkin, throwing off
his light overcoat, is lifted into the sad
die by Tom, and, settling himself there,
he gives one loving glance at Norah,
and, touching Shabby Prince lightly
with the spurs. makes his way for the
starting post. Tom Kelley walks at the
horses head, as far as the gate that
leads out on the racecourse, and on
parting with Gerald he whispers, Good
luck, Mr.. Gerald, remember you lie
handy and come right away last time
around at the regulation
You had no bet with me as yet. says
prominent bookmaker to Tom Kelley,
as the latter is making his way to the
stand. You're not going to let your
horse run loose, Mr.. Kelley"
1--WE got all 1 wanted on Tom an
swers, but if you like, you can book
me a 'poney. What's your price,"
Zone hundred to seven, Mr.. Kelley"
+o1- I'D
mounts the stand.
That's the biggest bet ever Kelley
had with me- mutters the bookmaker;
"he doesn't bet usually, and I would
not wonder if he had a winning card
up his sleeve"
The stand is packed, and outside on
the course the people avail themselves
of the numerous cars and stone walls
to get better view of the race. The
supporters of the different horses view
their fancies with feelings of satisfac-
ton, and above the hum of excitement
such comments as these are heard:
Hope On is the pick of the basket"
Forward is a bit light and the hill will
stop him. It's all over bar shouting
if Ruddy Star gets safely over the reg
ulation." Green jacket, crimson sleeves
and cap, what's that? All! Shabby
Prince, an ugly brute, no doubt, but he
moves smoothly. Bodkin, the lawyer
chap, is riding him; hasn't experience,
you know, and those professionals will
walk around him"
The preliminaries are over, and the
sixteen starters get into line just oppo-
site the stand. Ruddy Star is fractions,
and will not join his horses. There is
delay and the starter, growing i'm
,,,4 Oh 1tc- fob hot
begger up on the outside; now, steady.
Co.. And the sixteen competitors en-
ter on their journey.
Black white sleeves and cap,
Quick Flash, whose mission it is to make
the pace for Hope On, takes the lead,
with Toward, Day Dream, Merry John
next. and Rudy Star, Shabby Prince,
Hope On treading on their heels, while
close behind follow the remainder of
the field. There is little change in this
order until the fence before the regu-
lation is reached, when Rudy Star
wrestIes the lead from Quick Flash,
with the view of having a clear run at
the regulation. The crowd of people,
that usually assemble at this formula
bic obstacle, crane their neckS in their
anxiety to get look at the horses, as
they approach, and their approving
shout of We'll over" rings out, as Rud-
dy Star, with a good two-lengths lead,
gets safely across, followed by Quick
Flash, Merry John and Hope On. The
fence proved disastrous to Valiant
Knight, who brings down two more of
the contestants, and it is with difficulty
Gerald Bodkin steers clear of the fallen
horses. Down the hill into the dip, with
its two fences almost on top of one an
OIL ia oh hot
stiff incline which stretches up to the
judges box is reached. Here Quick
Flash drops out, his mission accom-
plished, and Hope On, hugging the rails,
takes his place, while close behind come
Merry John, Day Dream, Forward and
Ruddy Star, with Shabby Prince on the
Past the stand the horses flash,
amidst the frantic cheers of the excited
multitude. Sir John Bodkin's face wears
a satisfied smile and his great ambi-
tion-the winning of a Galway Plate
seems at last to be realized Ned
Ned Lynch's hands are shut, his lips
are compressed, and his arms are work.
ing with every stride of his gallant
horse. Tom Kelley, cool as a cucum-
Der, touches Norah on the shoulder with
his glasses, and whispers, IT'S all right,
my little girl, the race is as good as
won. Ha! they are already changing
their tune about our ugly one" as
bookmaker near by shouts out, Even
money Hope On. Two to one Shabby
Prince, Merry John and Rudy Star
Ten to one bar four"
But, oh, What has happened to make
Ned Lynch groan and the Stoical Tom
Kelley to let his glasses fall. Ruddy
Star has run wide at the sharp turn,
beyond the first fence past the stand,
and has brought out Sh9 bby Prince ard
a cry arises from the excited throng.
Rudy Star and Shabby Prince are out
Of it." and such appears to be the case.
for when they are rigbted a gap of a
good twenty lengths separates them
from the leader. But that good jockey,
Moyles, does not think so, for he hur-
riedly says to Gerald, as the two horses
gallop side by side, Sorry, Governor,
but I could not help it; this beggar's |
mouth is a stone wall Don't hustle |
your mount, Governor, gradually does
it, and we will be right there with them
at the hill, if 1 don't take a spill at the |
regulation" Gerald takes this advice |
so generously given, and keeps his head |
Two fences before the regulation. For
ward blunders badly and unships his |
rider and at the regulation, Day Dream |
comes down a "cropper." Down the
hill into the dip Hope On. half n length |
in advance of Merry John, leads with |
Rudy Star and Shabby Prince five
lengths behind. and the remainder Of !
the field hopelessly beaten. At the be- |