Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1910-04-28

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Up in a shy, lurking fashion. and,
putting dirty finger to his cap.
speaks his name.
The man is not the kind of ac-
quaintance a gentleman of Mr.. Sey-
mqour's refined tastes would care to
acknowledge at the most secluded OF
places, certainly not in front of the
gu nd stand. He is dressed in a
SNOWY. vulgar style, which is worsl,
than shabby, and is redolent of the
stable in the pothouse.
But Mr.. Seymour knows him, and
throws him quick, sidelong glance
and the briefest of words, expecting
the man to be satisfied herewith and
sneaks OF, but instead the disreputable
individual sticks to him.
BEG pardon, Mr.. Melfor6. Got
anything on here?" and he mods at
| the course.
"Why?"
The man jerks his hand toward a
comparatively secluded spot behind
the stand, but Mr.. Seymour shakes his
! head.
mo; say what you have got to say
here"
"rve got a good thing. Are you for
or against the favorite?"
"Why:" demands Mr.. Seymour.
The man looks round with the man
ner Of man accustomed to keep a
wary eye on his natural foe, the po.
lice, and drops. his voice to husky
| whisper.
Because if you can make it worth
while you can lay agen him. would.
not do this for no one else, but
know you, Mr.. Seymour"
Go on! Quick!" says Seymour.
Hes good horse and must win
barring accidents. Good as gold but
shy--shy! do you twig, Mr. Melford
Suppose man, for instance, was to
get up near that last jump and shou,
an wave something just to encour.
age him. you know, like as not he'd
shy and chuck the whole thing over!
It's a dangerous game, wants playing
pretty carefully, gov-nor." said the
man. cycling him watchfully; "but it's
to be done, and I'll do it for a flyer"
| Seymour Melford ,hesitated-nor
because Of any scruples on the score
of morality. but because of the risk.
Lay me Eve pounds Gypsy wins, and
send it to me here" he said, gravely
and he thrust greasy card into Sey
mour's hand
Seymour slipped the card into his
pocket, and turned without a word
and the man diyed into the crowd and
disappeared.
A few minutes afterward Lorrie
saw him making his way toward the
drag, and he climbed up smiling.
Here is the card" he says, land
now you must make bet with me
Miss Dolores. | will bet you dozen
OF gloves that Gypsy wins"
Il couldn't. want him to win" she
says. 1--WE just bet your sister that
he will"
$50 do I, and have been laying a
small fortune upon him." and he
shows her scrubbed memorandum
in his pocketbook. "But if you won't
bet against him, suppose I must.
And you'll lose!" cries Jack. Zip
sy is bound to win! Lorrie, make him
give you odds!"
/ "Be merciful, Miss Dolores" says
Seymour. with affected earnestness
"Well, I'll make it two dozen to your
one; and know l shall lose, for as
your brother says, Gypsy is bound tt
whit"
He enters the bet with smile in his
book, gets Lorrie field glass and ad
justs it, and stands smiling by hel
side. But his keen black eyes are row
ing round the crowd, and presently hi
sees the shabbily overdressed mai
making him way toward the hurdle
which fences in the course by the bi.
jump.
II The small races are finished; thu
, great event of the day draws near
Lorrie has seen nothing of Lord Gu.
since he went to dress, and is lookin,
out for him now with an eagernes
which, if she was accused of, sh'
J, would indignantly deny. Suddenly
roar of greeting rises from the crowd