Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-07-16

the exit where he collided with weak eyed
lobster whose shaky legs and shopworn ap-
pearance stamped him as a fellow conva-
lescent.
"'Just getting wello' says Bill.
"'Yep, says the live dishrag
4'Where you bound for?' says Bill again.
g Me for the race track, says the other,
leaning against the elevator shaft and pant
ing for ozone. The docs have all nv coin:
but I'm good for marker, and before the
last goat comes rompin home to the pad
dock my pants is goln' to be lined with vel
lowbacks, or it's me for a Brodie into the
brine.
BILL hungered for excitement enough to
hire BENIN buggy, and together the two
cr1pples went to the race track In the first
race Bill backed a Haggin horse named Tat
tiers and spilled hundred In the second,
a skate named Melon Boy went to pieces in
the stretch and stung my brother twelve
hundred dollars. Bill was feeling blue, and
his friend was talking pert He was couple
OF centuries ahead, and together they walked
into the paddock to take a squint at the
ponies and jocks that were getting ready for
the third race
"See that swell girl there with the black
plumes, the big eyes, the parasol, and the
aristocratic ankles? That's Miss Carlton. a
society pet says the little fellow who was
so weak he could hardly stand There's
zebra IN this race named after her. Bel
carillon's the filly, and young Brewster, the
son of the millionaire, owns the beast
"Sufferin' Spanish mackerel thinks Bill.
Iyphus fever in berth 3 of a sleeping car
named Belcarillon, Miss Belle Carlton on
the third of May, and horse named Bel
carlton IN the third race! What's the an
swer?'
"The bell sounded, and everybody started
to run toward the grandstand or betting
ring. Bill waited long enough to take an
other look at the filly, then hustled for the
ring as fast as his bum legs would carry him.
Belcarlllon was favorite at 3 to 5. Removing
single hundred-dollar note from his roll
and sticking it in an inside pocket, Bill
handed the entire remainder ffty-two hun
dred dollars-to greasy faced booky, got
card showing that he played the filly across
the board and went out on the lawn to hold
his breath
"They got away in a bunch and swung
round the track so fast that Bill couldn't see
which was ahead. Coming into the stretch,
ten million people commenced to pound each
Belcarillon! Oh, you Belcarillon!' and Bill
knew his nag was in the lead
"A hundred yards from the finish, just as
the leaders were right in front of Bill, the
filly stumbled, turned double somersault,
slid into the fence, and killed her Jockey.
My brother crumpled up on the grass.
When he came to, somebody had frisked him
for the hundred and he was fiat broke in a
strange land. He hunted up his hospital
friend, who slipped him wad of sympathy,
fve-case note, and his address.
"Come round and sleep in my folding
bed, said he.
"Bill said he would
"The address was 112 East 26th-st., and
at six o'clock that night Bill, after fifteen
cent meal and ride on the Third-ave. l.,
finally located the place and, half dead with
weakness and crouch, made for the en-
trance. His mind was so fused that he didn't
notice anything until his feet collided with
rubber doormat in the outer lobby On it in
white letters appeared the name of the house
-Belcarillon!
Not for mine!' thinks Bill Nothing
with that tag to it will ever make hit with
me. I'm onto my luck this time. If enter
this cursed shack, III be skun out of my
clothes in pinochle game, or be arrested for
blacknail, or fall in love with a blond cham
bermaid, or pitch down the elevator well, or
something as fierce. That name Belcarillon
is the wrong recipe for my health, I've found
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