The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1912-09-12

Something the matter with the car
buretor." explained Sanderson. "Acci-
dents will happen"
''Of course they will. Doctor, let me
introduce Mi Garrison and Mr.. San
derson. This Is DIR. Woodhurst."
DR.. Woodhurst bowed, then asked
Mrs. Darlington:
my son is in the house. l believer
YES"
Then, II you will excuse me-
"I'lI go with you." she said.
THANK you"
Sanderson turned to Garrison and
said refiectively:
"The automobile versus the horse and
the lady-undecided! 1t looks like q
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.
therell be no hard feelings, hope"
sanderson returned the hearty grasp.
"None." he said
Both stood for q 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-
chiefr'
1--WE not" answered Garrison.
'she says she certainly left It out
here"
"Shall We 60 n?' asked Garrison.
Sanderson assented. and they enter.
ed the door together.
Humming music hall air, Hortenss
continued her search. She was re-
warded by finding the handkerchief
behind a bench. A she looked up
from the ground her eyes fell upon
what she considered at first an appari-
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 cufYed and
creased trousers. His patent leather
shoes were as glossy as the diamond
In his tie. The hatband was Of pat
tern that you could hear before you
saw 1t. His teeth clinched big black
cigar. Near him stood six foot
darky. who watched every move he
made. Hortense stood trans6xed.
Look at dat! Look at dat!" she
cried.
rs dis de place where Mrs. Barring
ton lives?" asked Hortense's hypno-
tizer. very quietly and very much
bored. as If accustomed to adulation.
'Ya-as, sir"
TELL her dat Chappy Raster wants
to see her."
"Chappy Raster! Der-der-jockey ?"
gasped Hortense.
Oats me-" grinned Chappy.
"Oh, Mr. Raster! Dat l should live
to see dis day! Might 1 shake hands
wild you, Mr.. Raster?" she requested.
after pause.
Chappy languidly extended his lem
on colored gloved hand. Hortense seiz-
ed it timidIy and gave tia 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 gen'leman?"
Dat amt no gentleman. Dat my
valet" he answered. calling Johnson
johnson responded 'Yas, SIR" and
stepped quickly to his side.
"Dere am some dust on my shoe"
Chappy admonished.
"Yas. SIR" murmured the valet. OBJ
scquiously. as he pulled bandanna
handkerchief from his pocket and in
dustriously brushed his masters boots,
AS he did so Chappy tipped 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 IL resplendent
waistcoat. gold buttoned and orna-
mented with a huge fob.
"Oh. Mr.. Raster. you am certainly de
wonderfulest man! Is-is-you goin' to
ride down here. Mr.. Raster?" said Hor-
tense. recovering her breath.
you'll see" Chappy was enigmat.
| icql
"lf you does. Mr. Raster, certainly
| will place ebery dollar l has on your
mount. Won't play him for place or
\ show either No. sir. I'll play your
| mount to win. Mr.. Raster ebery time"
"Tell Mrs Darlington I'm here" or
dered Chappy.
| Mrs. Darlington was greatly perturb
ed when she heard from Hortcnse that
| Chappy Raster had come to the house.
! She was afraid that some OF her guests
might see and recognize him. Her
greatest fear was that he might en-
counter DIR. Woodhurst, who, In his
blundering fashion, was sure to get
into mischief. She FASTENED from the
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