Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1912-12-20

"Ah, there comes Sam, driving Dew
ey!' exclaimed Mr.. Sweet as straw
whlskered man came into view on the
course. The horse Dewey, which had
won many heat for its owner, was
long, rawboned specimen of equine
flesh, but with an enormous power of
reserve strength that brought Its home
ly nose under tho line every time.
Sam saluted his employer, and Mr.,
Sweet waved his hat, and Phoebe fut-
tered handkerchief. But her father
noticed singular lack of enthusiasm
in her manner. Her eyes were not on
her fathers horse, but were following
the course taken by George Belden's
black mare.
IF you go back on Dewey, daughter.
l shall feel that you have found anoth-
er sweetheart than your old dad" he
said in n low tone, and Phoebes quick
caress and blushing protest seemed to
satisfy him
Presently they were away, and the
crowd on the grand stand held Its
breath while there sounded the sharp
trot-trot--trot around tho course.
From the very beginning Dewey took
the lend, and the other racers stretched
out obliquely on his left The black
mare Princess held her white nose close
to the left wheel of Sans sulky, and
Phoebe discovered herself harboring
traitorous thoughts.
She wanted Dewey to win, and she
wanted George Belden to win. She
didn't even know him to speak to, and
yet she didn't want to sec the look of
disappointment come into his eyes.
Yet she blushed at her own forward
ness IN harborlng such thoughts.
As for her father, Mr.. Sweet had
taken the purse Mt the trotting course
for many years, and would he not be
disappointed II Dewey should fail him
this last year that he would enter hlm7
So Phoebe turned her blue eyes away
from the black mare and fastened them
Loyalty on Dewey's lank form and ex
erted all her mental powers TO desire
that his homely old nose should once
more come under the wire In lead OF
his fellows.
Princess is gaining gaining" cried
Mrs scoville brilliantly, and then n
quick frown creased her forehead. |
Dear me. Mr.. Sweet do wish
Georges mare was not running agains
your Dewey II makes II hard to be
impartial"
"Much obliged, Mrs. Scoville. shan't |
take It hard II the youngster wins out
We old folks must retire some day
It's got down to n race between Prin.
cess and Dewey after ALL"
81 know Georges heart will be bro.
KEN" lamented Mrs. ScovillG as Dewey
few under the wire TO loud demon
stration from the crowd. He'd set
his heart on Princess winning this race,
and he was so confident that he plan
ned TO take me on n trip to the noun
tains with the purse"
"Im sorry, ma'am." and Mr.. Sweets
eyes twinkled with pleasure In spite Of
himself But I'll promise TO put
Dewey out to grass after this and give
the younger ones n chance"
mo, no! That wouldn't be what |
George calls 'sportsmanlike,' protest
ed Mrs. scovile as they emerged from
the stand md waited near the gate for |
George Bclden's appearance.
When he came disappointment WIS
plainly written on bis frank face, but
he swallowed II when he discovered
that Mr. Sweet was Dewey's owner
and with good grace he congratulated
the winner and was presented 10
Phoebe, whose few words Of regret ~
the defeat Of Princess seemed 10 com
peDsate him for the loss OF the race,
for no regained his spirits Immediately
and proved TO be very genial. com.
panlonable young man,
They paired Off then, Mrs Scoville
and Mr. Sweet leading the way, while
Phoebe and George fingered along be
coming better acquainted as they view
ed the different exhibits and enjoyed
the simple pleasures Of the fair.
George BeldeD Inspected PhOebe's
cakes and bread and gravely asserted
that he could sec no difference between
those toothsome viands and his nunfs
products that had carried or the hon.
ors. And Phoebe blushed and dimpled
bud thanked him and confided 10 him
that she had been almost sorry to see
Dewey win the race-because-bec because
she had taken such fancy to the
dainty little Princess.
or course George invited her TO take
n ride behind the black mare, and as
the Sweets lived ten miles distant from
George BeldeD's farm II became some
thing Of u custom for the young man
10 drive over and spend n Sunday with
The Sweets and take Phoebe out driy
Ing and, Inter on, sleighlng
When June came around Phoebe
Sweet sought her father one evening
and wound her arms about his neck
'Ob. father" she whispered softly.
George says he did win first prize at
The COrlnth fair last fall-thats mel
And think ] won first prize In getting
himl You don't mind, do your
Mr. Sweet kissed her lovingly ana
looked into her soft blue eyes with his
twlnkllng one.
ut takes the old folks 10 win out.
after nll, honey" no said. you see,
Mrs. Scoyile and both took first
nrlzes of Corlnth fair. and we're TAX.
Ing 'cm again now. because she'll have
me. mud m have her. nnd Dewey's
prize money will pay for wedding trips
all arOundr'
Which nrnvnd IA ba n ,nost aottgfa. |