Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-12-18
9TH WIKI" An Exciting Tale of and A41,ea
IAC w AAAP tire That Grips From Start TO Finish
By BERTRAND BABCOCK

otter killing-like that-otter hunt
Ing" she answered.
But you like fox hunting?" went on
sartoris in the bland tones of surprise of
the Englishman of his wiry type. with
his wisp of a mustache and his weak
appearing figure, which hid considera bic
skilled strength. You like to see drag
gied' beaten fox torn to pieces alive
No, l don't" interrupted the girl.
But it's done" went on the man.
1 know" said the girl That's why.
If were a man I'd ride nothing but
steeplechases. 1 love run best when the
Iox gets clean away. I love a race with
neither whip nor spur! love sport-and
In the best sport there's no pain!"
1t was for such speeches as that-and
actions, too-that they called Lady Diana
the cleanest sportswoman in all Eng
land"
Not il you're beaten?" questioned the
cousin.
Not if you played fair" said the girl.
Her cousin was moved to reveal-al-
most unconsciously-some of that queer
sporting philosophy which sustained him
IN the somewhat questionable practices
which were already being commented
upon in his London clubs.
Weakness for Winning.
Il confess I have weakness for win
nlng' he said. with an air Of frank
ness. Whatever the odds in your favor.
there is a certain pleasure in pursuit
in getting home"
As though to give emphasis to his
words, he drove the head of his smear
into the ground. He raised his eyes, and
with start, found Myrtle Arson. the
young sister of Harry Arson. The WHIPS
jockey, near him. She had come quietly
INTO the yard. and, as if moved by an
impulse Of her budding woman's heart
that she could not entirely control had
gone straight toward Sartoris. Lady
DIANA had not seen the girl, for the back
Of the marquis granddaughter was
turned to this more humble young woman.
For a moment Sartoris regarded the
girl, then, with a slight move of his Shout
ders, he turned away. Myrtle Arson,
seemingly cut to the heart, sank on a rock
at the edge of the stream and continued
to watch him with eyes of love.
This little bit of by-play had taken but
a moment, and while it was taking place
and Sartoris was still cycling the sister of
the jockey, she was replying to his last
observation:
There's pleasure in getting home? On
a weak thing that can't defend itself-or
strike back"
His Guilty Conscience.
Her words seemed 20 the sick con-
science Of Sartoris to hold a double en-
tendre, and he looked sharply at his cou-
sin.
'Eh?' he exclaimed, suspiciously and
expectantly.
But Lady Diana, who had noticed moth
ing and was but speaking of the imme-
date object before them, went on:
Il mean a weak thing like an otter sn
sport there must be fair chance"
1t was with genuine relief that Sartoris
answered:
Il know. but l prefer lowest weight in
LIES handcap-a shade of odds in my
favor when I'm trying to win. But YOU
are a girl and mix sentiment with your
sporting"
The women of the house party now
claimed the attention of Lady Diana and
they called upon her to explain from her
stores Of horse wisdom the points of
some Of the racers About them during
this time lowered the anxious marquis.
He had ordered The Whip put in d locked
box stall, and not even the most charm
ing entreaties of the fairest of his guests
could induce him to unlock the door.
With a furtive glance about him, Sar-
toris walked toward Myrtle Arson, sit
ting like a lowly muse of tragedy by
the Bourne. This quick glance of Sartoris
was by no means d precaution for he
knew that the few words that he might
publicly exchange with the pretty sister
OF the jockey would not cause any com
ment, but his act was one Of instinct.
There was something furtive and almost
sinister about this sportsman who took
care to win when he could without caus-
ing too much scandal and his rapid sur
vey Of the positions of his equals was his
tribute to his own caution
Nothing Like a Trial"
But the first words he spoke to the girl
were ordinary enough. He disiked emo
ton and all that sort of nonsense, You
know" and he did not often exhibit it.
Morning, Miss Arson. Been botanizing
again?" he asked, lifting his hat and
pointing to a leather case she carried
slung over her shoulder
Yes" said the girl, in dull monotone.
up on the wold?" he asked, lowering
his voice with that cautious instinct
though there was no one to hear them
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