The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1912-09-14
Copyright by George H. eroadhurs..

~ 'ohIHt tneN VIII DotlOT. let uiS
introduce MIR. Garrison and Mr.. SAN
derson. This is DR.. Woodhurst.'
DR.. Woodhurst bowed. then asked
Mrs. Darlington:
My sol is in the house. | believer
Yes"
Then. If you will excuse me-
I'll 90 with you.' she said.
Thank you"
Sanderson turned TO Garrison and
said reflectively:
The automobile versus the horse and
the lady-undecided. Ii looks like a
pretty contest-and for a mighty big
stake
Each looked the other squarely in
the eyes.
Garrison reached out his hand and
said:
Il like you. Sanderson. Win or lose.
thereIl be no hard feelings. | hope"
Sanderson returned the hearty grasp.
None he said.
Both stood for a moment strangely
silent. Their musings were interrupt
ed by Hortense coming toward them
across the lawn and asking:
Excuse me. but has either of you
gentlemen seen Miss Myrtle's handker-
chief?'
I've not" answered Garrison.
"She says she certainly left II out
here"
shall we go in?" asked Garrison.
Sanderson assented. and they enter
ed the door together.
Hummlng a music hall air. Hortense
continued her search. She was re-
warded by finding the handkerchief
behind n bench. As she looked III
from the ground her eyes fell upon
ton. Before her stood an immacu-
lately dressed young colored man. His
suit was ultra in checks and gorgeous
cut. Gorgeous dove colored spats peep.
ed out from underneath his cuffed and
creased trousers. His patent leather
shoes were as glossy as the diamond
In his tie. The hatband was of a pat.
tern that you could hear before you
saw IL. His teeth clinched n big black
cigar. Near him stood a six foot
darky. who watched every move he
made. Hortense stood transfixed.
Look at dat! Look at dar-.' she
cried.
rs dis de place where Mrs. Barring
ton lives?" asked Hortense's hypno-
tlzer. very quietly and very much
bored, as If accustomed to adulatiou.
"Ya-as. sir"
Tell her dat Chappy Raster wants
to see her"
"Chappy Raster! Der-der-jockey? o.
gasped Hortense.
Oats me-" grinned Chappy.
"Oh, Mr.. Raster, Dat | should live
TO see dis day! Might | shake hands
wild you. Mr.. Raster?" she requested,
after Il pause.
Chappy languidly extended his lem
on colored gloved hand. Hortense seiz-
ed il timidly and gave it a faint shake.
Looking at her hand with admiration,
she exclaimed:
'Oh. Mr.. Raster. when de odder col
ored ladies find out Then. noticing
for the first time his companion. she
exclaimed, "Who am dat genleman?"
dat amt no gentleman. Dat my
valet" he answered. calling Johnson
Johnson responded "Ias. sir" and
stepped quickly to his side.
Deere am some dust OF my shoe
Chappy admonished.
"Yas. sir" murmured the valet. OBJ
scGuiously. as he pulled a bandanna
handkerchief from his pocket aud in
dustriously brushed his masters boots
AS he did so Chappy tapped him on the
shoulder. murmuring, Beat IT," Hand
ing him his cigar. which the valet be
gan to puff with gusto. Chappy stepped
away from the staring man and threw
open his coat to display a Respondent
waistcoat. gold buttoned and orna-
mented with ii huge fob.
"Oh. Mr.. Raster. you am certainly de
wonderfulest man. ~Is-is-you soin' to
ride down here. Mr.. Rasterf' said Hor'
tense. recovering her breath.
You'll see" Chappy was eniSmat
zeal
IF o does. Mr.. Raster, certainly
will place ebery dollar | has ON your
mount. Won't play him for place or
show either. No. sir. I'll play your
mount TO win. Mr.. Raster cherry time
Tell Mrs. harrington I'm here or
dered Chappy.
Mrs harrington was greatly perturb-
oh when she heard from Hortense tina
Chappy Raster had come TO the house
She WAS afraid that some of her guests
might see and recognize him. Her
,.rentest fear was that lie might EN-
counter DIR. Woodhurst. who. In us
Numbering fashion. was sure TO gel
into mischief. She FASTENED from the