The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1912-02-03

nfcles. Bugle calls vfbrated IN our
ears; college yells shattered the air;
the beat Of hoofs sounded like the
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 a cloud of preliminary
racers with the jockeys bumped over
their necks like 50 many co1ored sim
ians. Not far away I saw Glare
standing upright on her seat, her face
aglow with excitement and her head
nodding rapidly as she carried on q
running fire of conversation with a
cluster of friends. Her eyes fell upon
me and she waved her hand with the
airy grace of a plume; but as she no
ticed my companion her smile grew
thin and vanished as for a moment
she surveyed her Fith face that was
absolutely expression1ess. Mrs. Dace,
whose attention had been attracted to
my cousin by my waved reply to her
salutation. returned Clare's gaze,
smiling family Amusement lurked
within her eyes Lille a reflection deep
down in unruffied waters.
my cousin, Miss Winton, of whom
/ have often spoken explained
nonchalantly. The one at my side
gave her attention 70 the flying racers.
IAN exceedingly pretty girl. You
are very fond Of each other, be-
lieye," she returned with slight
rising infection. II fastened to an
swer
In a 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 hisEface a-grin with en-
thusiasnl. He bobbed my companion
a hurried bow and then shouted
something to meEa a surge of the
crowd bore him along.
Last call for prosperity in the bet
ting ring was all that 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 a 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 clock go aroundsas to
see 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.
ITO tell the truth think his horse
will win. 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 d fiend In the sad
die. He can lift a horse off his hoofs
and carry him around the track be-
tween his knees asa witch rides a
broom. # I was to- bet on the race
Eagle Boy would carry my wealth to-
day
And the odds ~ she unused.
. They are ten s>spne 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 a Pegasus He seems
to soar rather than run. # they have
a horse that can beat him, that horse
can catch BIRDS 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 a $500 bill and
crump1ed it into my palm. Bruce Is
shrewd fellow and you are q born
florseman am going to rely upon
your combined Judgment. I 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 a gam
ing transaction was rushing IN
where angels might well fear to tread.
I hesitated.
"But OF course do not know which
one will win. It Is difference of judg-
rnent that makes horse racing pos