Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1912-01-05

hicles. Bugle calls vibrated in our
ears; college yells shattered the air;
long roll of drums. Through the wide
entrance to the club grounds we drove
into an arena banked by $4,000 peo-
pie. Already the racing was on and
before us swept cloud of preliminary
racers with the jockeys bumped over
their necks like SO many colored SIM
ians. Not far away saw Glare
aglow with excitement and her head
nodding rapidly as she carried on
running fire of conversation with a
cluster Of friends. Her eyes fell upon
me and she waved her hand with the
airy grace of plume; but as she no.
ticed my companion her smile grew
thin and vanished as for moment
she surveyed her with face that was
absolutely expressionless. Mrs. Dace,
whose attention had been attracted to
my cousin by my waved reply to her
salutation, returned Clare's gaze,
smiling family. Amusement furked
within her eyes like reflection deep
down in unruffied waters.
my cousin, Miss Winton, of whom
l have often spoken" | explained
nonchalantly. The one at my side
gave her attention to the flying racers
can exceedingly pretty girl. You
are very fond of each other, | be-
lieve," she returned with slight
rising infection. l FASTENED to an
swer.
''In way. yes. She is a very good
and sweet girl and we are the best of
friends. But of course that is ALL
Through the press Bruce came jam
ming his way, his necktie awry from
the scuff1e and his face a-grin with en-
thusiasm. He bobbed my companion
hurried bow and then shouted
! crowd bore him along.
Last call for prosperity in the bet
ting ring" was all that I could catch
of it as still gesticulating, he was
swept away. Mrs. Dace looked after
him.
What did he mean by that?" she
demanded. I enlightened her.
ooh, Bruce has got straight tip
from a horsey friend of his that Eagle
Boy is going to win. SO / suppose he
is now going to back him to his limit.
He would as soon sit down and watch
the hands of a clock go around as to
see a race unless he had a wager on
it, The light of interest came into
her eyes.
"And you think what?" she queried,'
searching my face. I meditated.
''Tp tell the truth I think his horse
will win. I know something about the
beasts, you know, having been raised
on a Kentucky stock farm. The horse
is wonder, sure enough, and Bruce
says he has been breaking records by
moonlight. Then, too, Petit, who
rides him today, is fend in the sad
die. He can lift horse off his hoofs
and carry him around the track be-
| tween his knees as witch rides
broom. If I was to bet on the race
Eagle Boy would carry my wealth to-
day"
And the ODDS! she muSe0.
"They are ten 60 one against him
at present, but they will go down like
a falling rocket when the crowd has
once had an opportunity of seeing him
in motion. He is Pegasus. He seems
to soar rather than run. II they have
a horse that can beat him, that horse
can catch birds" I was surprised at
the warmth of my own enthusiasm.
She opened her purse with snap
and her fingers diyed into its depths.
Presently she drew forth $500 bill and
crumpled it into my palm. Bruce Is
shrewd fellow and you are born
horseman l am going to rely upon
your combined judgment. / wish you
would go and place this on him for
me-" was her announcement. Now,
had always considered that to consent
to be an agent for woman in gam
ing transaction was rushing IN
where angels might well fear to tread.
I hesitated.
'But of course I do not know which
one will win 1t is difference of judg-
ment that makes horse racing pos