Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1912-09-12
Copyright by George II. Broadhurs..

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dents will happen"
'Of course they will. Doctor, let me
introduce Mr.. Garrison and Mr.. SAN
derson. This is DR. Woodhurst.'
DR.. Woodhurst bowed. then asked
Mrs. Barrington:
My son is in the house, l believer"
Yes"
Then, if you will excuse me-
IN go with YOU" she said
Thank YOU
Sanderson turned to Garrison and
said rehectively
The automobile versus the horse and
the ady-undecided! 1t looks like a
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.
there'll be no hard feelings, | hope"
Sanderson returned the hearty grasp.
None he said.
Both stood for moment strangely
silent. Their musings We're 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-
! chief?'
give not" answered Garrison.
"She says she certainly left it out
here"
"Shall we go NJ" asked Garrison.
Sanderson assented, and they enter
ed the door together.
Humming music hall air, Hortense
continued her search. She was re-
Warded by finding the handkerchief
behind bench. AS she looked I'D
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 cuffed and
creased trousers. His patent leather
shoes We're as glossy as the diamond
In his tie. The hatband was of a pat
tern that you could hear before Won
saw it. His teeth clinched big black
cigar. Near him stood a six foot
darby, who watched every move he
made. Hortense stood transfxed.
Look at dat! Look at DAFT" she
cried
Is dis de place where Mrs. Barring
ton lives?" asked Hortense's hypno-
tlzer. 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 p"
gasped Hortense.
Oats me-" grinned Chappy.
"Oh, Mr.. Raster. Dat | should live
to see dis day. Might | shake hands
wild you. Mr. Raster?" she requested.
after pause.
Chappy languidly extended his lem
on colored gloved hand Hortense seiz-
ed it timidly and gave it faint shake.
Looking at her hand with admiration.
she exclaimed:
l. "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 nv
valet" he answered, calling "Johnson!"
johnson responded Vas, sir" and
stepped quickly to his side.
'Dere an some dust on my shoe,"
Chappy adMonished.
"Yas. SIR murmured the valet, OBJ
sequiously. as he pulled bandanna
handkerchief from his pocket and in
dustriously brushed his masters boots.
AS be did so Chappy tapped him on the
shoulder, murmuring, BEAT itr' 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 Respondent
waistcoat, gold buttoned and orna-
mented with 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-
zeal
IF you does, Mr.. Raster, certainly
will place cherry dollar / has on your
mount Won't play him for place or
show either. No. sir. III play your
mount to win. Mr.. Raster cherry time"
Tell Mrs. harrington I'm here" Or
dered Chappy
Mrs. harrington was greatly perturb-
ed when she heard from Hortense 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 DR.. Woodhurst. who. in his
laundering fashion. was sure to get
| into mischief. She fastened from the