The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-09-14


I'm going to close up the John DUFFY
stable" he announced.
"Oh." was her startled exclamation.
Prom now on | have two great oh
jects I'm life. The first Is to win you
the second liz to break the owner OF
Wildflre."
The situation appealed to Mrs. Bar
ringtoD's sense Of humor.
You are going to break the owner OF
Wildfre? Well. won't that be nicei
Shaker she cried as peal followed peal
Of laughter, while Garrison looked al
her In amaZement.
Donovan was seated at the desk in
his room at the track checking up his
feed accounts an hour before the
Ocean stakes were to be run.
From the paddock the bugle call Sad
dllngw drifted down the summer air.
The martial notes reused him from his
study of the figures.
bud, Bud! For the love Of Mike,
where is that kid7 Bud, Budv'
In response to his call there tumbled
into the stable an odd little specimen
Of boyhood 1t was Bud" valet to
Donovan and errand boy for Mrs.
Harrington. Round faced and plump,
his run wns moro the amble OF
Dobbin than tho sprint Of Wildfre.
''Take that bucket and get out of
herer' Donovan tossed water bucket
at the boy. Bud caught It, but the
| uaInnfku ~ - alDnAQf
carry him through the door. Donovan
grinned at the boys woeful look al the
utensil caught him in his paunch.
what are you doingT he asked
Chappy's valet as that factotum
rushed from the door to the stable en-
trance diagonally opposite.
IL done been gettin' these pants
pressed for Mr.. Raster. After he wins
dat big race today he wants to dress
up in his finest so he can mingle."
"Oh! It's like that, is itr' grumblss
Donovan.
The valet stood aside to Let the
jockey enter, and the trainer reseated
himself at his desk. He looked up
when he heard Hortense open the door.
Hello! What do you wantT was
his greeting for her.
Gould you inform me Of Mr.. Dono-
vans whereabouts" she asked.
Yes; I'm Donovan" he replied.
"Well, sir, 1 was sent over here to-
She paused. Her eyes had fallen on
Chappy. Her face shone with happi-
ness and alteration.
"Well, what is it, What II itT' de-
manded Donovan impatiently.
Hortense handed Donovan a note.
glancing shyly at Chappy as she did 80.
"A note for you from lady," she ex-
planned. II amt never had no notes
from any gentleman" was her coy
suggestion to the jockey.
"Mebbe you will before long," was
Chappys quick reply.
Donovan read the note and replied:
"All right! Tell her sure. I will be
waiting for her, and tell the lady there
Is nothing to Tits Il walkover."
| Donovan called the jockey over to
the desk and asked:
| How do you like WildfireT
| Dat horse has got human intelll-
| gence, Mr.. Donovan. l amt never saw
no animal like her. And 6t-say!
wish dis was der Suburban, OATS ALL"
You ride accordin' to orders and
you can't lose" couEseled Donovan
Let Jackdaw make the pace, while
you trail alcng in n comfortable posi-
ton till you strike the stretch. Then
go after it,
Don't Mr.. Duffy never give no or
ders?" asked Chappy.
Don't you bother about Duffy. He
never lnterferes with me-"
''He must be a mighty queer man to
run stable. If l owned lot OF
horses I'd jest nach'ally come round
to see 'em once I'm awhile"
Let me put you wise TO this one
thing" said Donovan. IF r. He
stopped. John Duffy stood in the door
way Of the stable Entering, he greet.
ed Donovan as cordially as his nature
permitted.
"Mr. Duffy" snarled Donovan.
Chappy gazed curiously at Duffy. To
him he was his employer and the
owner of famous horse. $50 that's
Mr. Dunyr' he said very quietly.
won't keep you minute. How's
Wildfrc?' asked Duffy.
81 guess she'll do" Donovan was
concise and coldly polite. He did not
wish to quarrel then.
Good enough to win?"
Duffy acted as II he owned the stable
and was comforting with his trainer
| Chappy was deeply impressed.
Tell you better after the race is
over" was Donovan's sibylline reply.
Good" answered DUFFY, walking to-
ward Chappy, but Donovan interven-
ed. Baked. Duffy laughed and said:
This is Raster-our jockey"
YES our jockey" Donovan was
sneering ut Duffy's assumption of own
ership, but In doing so he failed to
consider what effect 1t would have on
the lmpressionable Chappy.
Hes ridin' mighty fine horse.
She'll be hot favorite. too-about s
:, ). guess-unlcss Garrison throws
Il bunch OF coin into the ring on Jack.
C..w." was Duffy's next shot.
Garrison" Donovan was startled