The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-09-07

dust. Mrs. harrington looked fondly
after II. Then her eye fell on Dono
van, walking toward her.
Donovan was a>product Of the Amer
lean track. splendidly loyal to his EN-
ployer and devoted to her interests
On the death Of harrington he had
taken full control Of the stable for his
widow. BY his good Judgment and
economy he accomplished the un'
usual-made the stable paying prop,
ositfon. He judged men by horses. His
success was due as much to his love
for his charges as his knowledge. His
one great pride and hope was the wild
owls three-year-old Wildfre, entered
for the Ocean stakes the next day.
Educated In the college of experience,
his language at times almost needed
translation for q listener not versed In
slang or the jargon Of the stable.
Mrs. harrington feared for the be-
trayal Of her secret Nettled but anx-
ious, she dismissed BERTHE. Then to
the trainer:
"Why have you come hero, anyway?
Haven't l warned you against It time
and time again?"
Eyes, but this time I was he be-
gan.
Walking to and fro In her nervous
ness she interrupted Donovan with the
question:
do you realize what would happen
IL 1t became known that am the own
err Of the John Duffy stableT
Donovan replied with emphasis: It'll
never come out through me, and me
and you are the only ones that know.
Why, you've even kept It from your
own sister"
do you think that DR.. woodruff
would agree to the match II he knew
owned racing stable2 He'd break 1t
of In minute"
II guess that's right Say, that fussy
old guy just begins to steam up and
boil over every time anybody mentions
the race track. suppose he thinks bis
SON feels the same way about it"
What do you mean? Do you know
anything against his sonY'
Know anything against himr' he be-
gan. Then 1t dawned upon him that
he might be betraying a friend. II
he told what he knew Ralph might be
thrown into deep water. He would see
the boy himself and warn him. 80 he
added mildly, Sure don't"
Have you ever seen him at the
trackT' she asked.
"Mmmml Yes, once or twice-but
there's no harm In that"
This was q revelation for the widow.
It was not In the least soothing to the
nerves. Furtively she dabbed her nose
with her handkerchief. Who could eI-
pect a woman to be her real, composed
self just after a proposal Of marriage
from man whom she had known only
two weeks and whose little sister was
to be married In the morning to a
model young man who was patron Of
the track surreptitously?
"Ho must stop 1t. his father
wouldn't like It. And he is engaged to
my sister. Can you see what an addf-
tional reason for secrecy that is-hsr
happiness at stakei oh, why did my
husband leave the horses to meT
"Say. last time l saw you tipped
you of to the real John Duffy, didn't
IT.
In a worried voice she answered:
"You told me there Ii such a man ~
John Duffy" The widow shuddered.
HE Is doing everything in his power
to make life miserable for me-"
"For you-that fourhushing book
makerw
"Yes-John Duffy. he has rented q
cottage over on Jackson avenue. and
now he makes 1t a point to 60 by here
several times day. Every time he
sees me he leers at me in the most in
sulting manner. oh, despise him,
loathe him! Donovan, he's a brute"
She stamped her foot.