Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1912-09-14

I'm going to close up the John Duffy
stable he announced. 81 NSD<9isI
''Oh!'' was her startled exclamation
From now on I have two great OBJ
jects in life The first is>to win you;
the second is to break, the owner Of
| Wildfire''
The situation appealed to Mrs. Bar
rington's sense of humor. - - =
You are going to break the owner Of
wildfire? Well won't that be nice!
Shaker she cried as peal followed peal
of laughter, while Garrison looked at
/. her in amazement- ---.--------..--.-ss--.---
Donovan was seated at the desk In
his room at the track checking up his
| feed accounts an hour before the
Ocean stakes were to be run.
From the paddock the bugle call Sad
dlingr' drifted down the summer air.
The martial notes reused him from his
study Of the figures.
bud, Budl For the love OF Mike,
where is that kid? Bud, Budr'
In response to his call there tumbled
into the stable an odd little specimen
of boyhood. 1t was Bud" valet to
Donovan and errand boy for Mrs
harrington. Round faced and plump,
his run was more the amble of a
Dobbin than the sprint Of a Wildfire.
Take that bucket and get out Of
hereP" Donovan tossed a water bucket
at the boy. Bud caught It, but the
velocity was so great as to almost
carry him through the door. Donovan
| grinned at the boys woeful look as the
| utens1 caught him IN his paunch-
What are you doingT' he asked
Chappy's valet as that factotum
rushed from the door to the stable en-
| trance diagonally opposite.
at done been gettin' these pants
pressed for Mr.. Raster. After he wins
dat big race today he wants to dress
up in his finest SO he can mingle."
"OhI It's like that, is it?'' grumbles
| Donovan.
| The valet stood aside to let the
jockey enter, and the trainer reseated
himself at his desk He looked up
when he heard Hortense open the door.
"Hello! What do you want?" was
his greeting for her.
could you inform me of Mr.. Dono-
vans whereabouts7 she asked.
yes; I'm Donovan" he replied.
"Well, sir, I was sent over here to-
She paused. Her eyes had fallen on
Chappy. Her face shone with happt
| ness and alteration
well, what is 1t3 What is itr' de-
manded Donovan impatiently.
] Hortense handed Donovan a note,
glancing shyly at Chappy as she did so.
"A note for you from lady" she ex-
planned. 'I amt never had no notes
from any gentleman" was her coy
suggestion to the jockey. t
'Mebbe you will before long," was
] Chappy's quick reply.
Donovan read the note and replied:
'-An right! Tell her sure. 1 will be
waiting for her, and tell the lady there
is nothing to tits walkover."
| Donovan called the jockey over to
| the desk and asked: .--..
How do you like Wndfre7''
Dat horse has got human fntelli-
gence, Mr.. Donovan. 1 amt never saw
| no animal like her. And ht-sayi
| wish dis WAS der Suburban, OATS ALL"
"You ride accordin' to orders and
| you can't lose," counseled Donovan.
Let Jackdaw make the pace, while
you trail along in a comfortable posi-
ton till you strike the stretch. Then
| go after itr'
Don't Mr.. Duffy never give no or
ders?'' asked Chappy
Don't you bother about Duffy. He
never interferes with me-"
He must be a mighty queer man to
run a stable. If I owned a lot of
horses I'd jest nach'ally come round
to see 'em once in awhile
Let me put you wise to this one
thing" said Donovan IF r. He
stopped. John Duffy stood in the door
way of the stable. Entering, he greet
ed Donovan as cordially as his nature
permitted
Mr.. Duffy" snarled Donovan
Chappy gazed curfously at Duffy. To
him he was his employer and the
owner of a famous horse. $50 that's
| Mr.. Duffy he said very quietly.
Wont keep you a minute. How's
Wildfre7'' asked Duffy.
! II guess she'll do" Donovan was
concise and coldly polite. He did not
wish to quarrel then
Good enough to win?"
Duffy acted as If he owned the stable
and was comforting with his trainer.
Chappy was deeply Impressed
Tell you better after the race is
over was Donovan's sfbylIine reply.
Good" answered Duffy, walking to
ward Chappy, but Donovan interven.
ed Baked, Duffy laughed and said:
This is Raster-our jockeyT
Eyes, our jockeyy' Donovan was
sneering at Duffy's assumption of own
ership, but in doing so he failed to
consider what effect it would have on
the impressionable Chappy-