Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1910-05-05

mour Melford slips down, and glides
into the midst of the crowd, now
struggling in thick masses over the
course.
The rage of disappointment and
baked malice is Tuning in his breast,
but his pale face wears its mask OF
calm serenity, and as he pushes his
way. with the supple smile upon his
lips, anyone regarding him would have
said, There is one man. at any rate,
satisfied with his mornings work
After few minutes he sees the man
he is in search of, but with the merest
glance walks on, knowing that his ac-
complete will follow, and in another
minute ne feels a touch upon his arm
and sees the shabby. seedy individual,
at his side.
The man looks up at him with a
'sneaking, apologize glance.
Sold, guv-nor! But it worn't my
fault. did my best, didn't I? my very
level best. said the horse nd shy,
and he did didn't he? Don't be hard
upon a man. Mr.. Melford
Seymour looked at him under his
half-lowered lids.
You did your best, no doubt; but
you failed. You fool! Why didn't you
shout sooner"
Il shouted at the right moment. The
foJ1 N, 1. ya,,t h r,a
would have had his neck broke; but
he's got the luck of the devil-and the
pluck, too. You amt going to be hard
on man, Mr.. Melford?" he whined.
Hold your tongue! You use my
name too freely. There is the five
pounds"
"Ah! l knew you was the right
sort!" said the man, selling the note
greedily. Il allus said so! Mr.. Mel
ford's gentleman, says. 1t amt the
first time you and / have done a bit
Of business, Mr.. Meford, and if there's
any touting, to do, I'm the man to do
it for you, square and honest!"
Quiet! This Gypsy is good horse,
is it not?"
Good. There amt many better"
Lord Kendale will enter him for
some bigger, races
Not a doubt OF it, Mr.. Melford.'
If he should do so, may want you,
Leverick. You understand? I know
where to find YOU
Peter street, Borough. I'm your
nan for anything, Mr. Melford, and at
any time
Good! Now make yourself scarce.
They are talking about that white
Of yours, and may want
% interview YOU"
Right, sir! I'm gomez"
Jack meanwhile has found Guy in
he dressing tent in the hands Of the
faithful Rawlings, who, having won
lis money, is full to the brim with ad-
and devotion.
Finest bit Of riding as ever l see
ny lord!', he is saying for the TWEEN
ieth time. The colonel was. stand
ng near him, my lord-said that it re-
minded him of the way you rode into
hose black beggars at Isandhula! He
said he'd never seen a pluckier thing
n his life, my lord-why, your arms
black and blue already! And there's
he skin all off on this side! Mr.. lat
mer," touching his cap, wasn't it
splendid racer"
''On, it's you, is it, Jack? Do shut
Up, Rawlings, and put my things on.
Want your lunch, old MANI"
Il say" says Jack, staring at the
7arious bruises which ornamented
Lord Guys arms and side. II hadn't
my idea you We're knicked about so
much, Guy! My sister insisted upon
ny coming to see how bad you really
we're"
did she? 1t was very kind of Miss
Ireta."
"On, it wasn't Greta-it was Lor.
'ie," says Jack.
oh, Miss Lorrie, was it," he says.
Just go and tell her that I'm not
lurt in the slightest, will you, Jack?
III be with you in moment"
Jack goes off with his message, and
Lord Guy finishes his dressing.
She had sent to know whether he
was hurt, had she? Then it was
1ot only Of the horse she had been
thinking! / thought she didn't care
n the least. She sent him to see
after me- Why did she do that, l won
ier?"
In five minutes Rawlings has got
him into his ordinary attire, and he
s striding across the lawn to the drag.
Lunch is ready, and if you are all
as hungry as / am, it isn't ready a
minute too soon!'
Amidst the popping of champagne