Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-12-18
t"TL - An Exciting Tale Of L07e and Adaen-
llC w mp tire Thar Grips From Start to Finish
BY BERTRAND BABCOCK

Otter killing-like that-otter hunt
ing" she answered
But YOU like fox hunting" went on
Sartoris in the bland tones of surprise of
the Engishman of his wiry type. with
his wisp of a mustache and his weak
appearing figure. which hid considerable
skilled strength. You like to see a drag
gled' beaten fox torn to pieces alive"
NO l don't" interrupted the girl
But it's done went on the man
Il know" said the girl. That's why.
if I were man Ia ride nothing but
steeplechases. ] ,ove a run best when the
fox gets clean away. I love a race with
neither whip nor spur. love sport-and
in the best sport there's no pain"
1t was for such speeches as that-and
actions, too-that they called Lady Diana
the cleanest sportswoman in all Eng
land"
Not If you're beaten" questioned the
cousin
Not If you played fair said the girl.
Her cousin was moved to reveal-al-
most unconsCiously-some of that queer
sporting philosophy which sustained him
in the somewhat questionable practices
which were already being commented
upon in his London clubs
Weakness for Winning.
81 confess I have weakness for win
ming" he said, with an air of frank
ness. Whatever the odds in your favor.
there is certain pleasure in pursuit
in getting home"
AS though to give emphasis 10 his
words, he drove the head Of his spear
into the ground He raised his eyes. and.
with start, found Myrtle Arson. the
young sister Of Harry Arson, The WHIPS
jockey, near him. She had come quietly
into the yard, and. as if moved by an
impulse of her budding womans heart
that she could not entirely control. had
gone straight toward Sartoris. Lady
Diana had not seen the girl, for the back
or the marquis granddaughter was
turned TO this more humble young woman.
For moment Sartoris regarded the
girl then, with slight move Of his Shout
ders. he turned away. Myrtle Arson
seemingly cut to the heart sank on a rock
at the edge Of the stream and continued
TO watch him with eyes of love
This little bit-of by-plsy had taken but
a moment, and while il was taking place
and Sartoris was still eyeing the sister of
the jockey, she was replying to his last
observation
There's pleasure in getting home? On
weak thing that can't defend itself-or
strike back"
His Guilty Conscience.
Her words seemed to the sick con-
science of Sartoris 10 hold double en-
tendre, and he looked sharply at his cou-
sin.
''Eh?" he exclaimed, suspiciousy and
expectantly.
But Lady Diana VINO had noticed moth
ing and was but speaking Of the imme-
date object before them. went on:
81 mean a weak thing like an otter. $n
sport there must be fair chance"
Il was with genuine relief that SaUtoris
answered:
81 know. but I prefer lowest weight in
ife's handicap-a shade of odds in my
favor, when I'm trying to win. But you
are a girl and mix sentiment with your
sporting"
The women of the house party now
claimed the attention of Lady Diana and
they called upon her to explain from her
stores OF horse wisdom the points of
some of the racers. About them during
this time lowered the anxious marquis
He had ordered The Whip put IN q locked
box stall. and not even the most charm
ing entreaties of the fairest of his guests
could induce him to unlock the door.
With a furtive glance about him, Sar-
toris walked toward Myrtle Arson, sit
ting like a lowly muse Of tragedy by
the Bourne This quick glance of Sartoris
was by no means precaution, for he
| knew that the few words that he might
publicly exchange with the pretty sister
of the jockey would not cause any COM
ment, but his act was one of instinct.
There was something furtive and almost
sinister about this sportsman who took
care to win when he could without caus-
ing too much scandal. and his rapid sur
vey of the positions Of his equals was his
tribute to his own caution.
Nothing Like d Trial"
But the first words he spoke TO the girl
We're ordinary enough. He disli1ed emo
ton and all that sort of nonsense you
know" and he did not often exhibit it.
Morning, Miss Arson. Been botanizing
again?' he asked lifting his hat and
pointing to a leather case she carried
slung over her shoulder.
Yes said the girl, in a duh monotone
up on the wold2' he asked. lowering
his voice with that cautious instinct,
though there was no one to hear them