The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-11-05

most OncOHSc1OuSly, some or that queer sporting philosophy which sustained him in the somewhat questionab ble practices which were already being commented upon in his London clubs.
 q confess I have a weakness for winning he said with an air of frank ness. Whatever the odds in your favor, there is certain pleasure in pursuit-in getting home"
 As to give emphasis to his words he drove the head of his spear into the ground. He raised his eyes and, with a start, found Myrtle Anson the young sister of Harry, Anson, The Whips jockey, near him. She had come quiet ly into the yard and as if moved by Rn impulse of her budding woman's heart that she could not entirely con- trol, had gone straight toward Sartoris. Lady Diana had not seen the girl, for the back of the marquis granddaugh- Der was turned to the more humble young woman
 For moment Sartoris regarded the girl, then with a slight move of his shoulders he turned away. Myrtle An son, seemingly cut to the heart, sank on a rock at the edge of the stream and continued to watch him with eyes of love.
 AA1S A4CtIC DIL OL DSp1dy udO LdkCa put moment, and while it was taking place andeSartoris was still eyeing the sister of the jockey she was replying to his last observation.
 There's pleasure in getting home? On weak thing that can't defend it. seIf-or strike back?'
 Her words seemed to the sick con- science of Sartoris to hold double entendre, and he looked sharply at his cousin.
 "eEh7'' he exclaimed, suspfciously and expectantly.
 But Lady Diana, who had noticed nothing and was but speaking of the immediate object before them, went on:
 'I mean a weak thing like an otter. In sport there must be fair chance.''
 It was with genuine relief that Sar- toris answered.:
 'sI know, but I prefer lowest weight in lffe's handicap-a shade of odds in my favor. when I'm trying to win. But you're 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 a locked box stall, and not even the most charming entreaties of the fairest of his guests could in- duce him to unlock the door.
 With furtive glance about him, Sar- toris walked toward Myrtle Anson sit ting like a lowIy muse of tragedy by the Bourne. This quick glance of Sar- toris was by no means a precaution, for. he knew that the few words that he might publicly exchange with the pretty sister of the jockey would not cause any comment, but his act was one of instinct There was something furtfve and almost sinister about this sportsman who took care to win when he could without causing too much of a scandal, and his rapid survey of the positions of his equals was his tribute to his own caution.
 But the first words he spoke to the girl were ordinary enough He dis liked "emot1on and all that sort of non sense you know'' and he did not of ten exhibit it.
 Morning, Miss Anson. Been bot anfzing again?" he asked, lifting his hat and pointing to a leather case she carried slung over her shoulder.
 ''Yes," said the girl in dull mono tone.
 t'Up on the wo1d?'' he asked, lower ing his voice with that cautious in stinct, though there was no one to hear them.
 'FWhere could see the wold,'' said the girl, meaning creeping between her words.
 'FWith glasses?'' he persisted.
 I,S-- pair of field glasses concealed in the case.
 Anything worth seeing?"
 Bitterly she replied:
 'tNo; opponents Silver Shoe, Rover and The Whip-a striding gallop, but nothing like trial.''
 There was that in her voice which would have told an expert in human nature that the girl despised herself for what she was doing, but that she could not resist the demands of this man.
 But the cousin of Lady Diana did not honor the girl with the slightest concern for her feeling. He was think ing only. of the horses and of how many times he had won handi1y be- cause of some bit of stable information he had been able to extract from the girl
 q wonder if their dark horse is worth anything?' he went on. his gam bler's sense playing in and out of a series of calculations as to odds and weights. What a pile one could win if one knew! Twenty to one! Look here, Myrtle, you can pump your brother, if you like He must know"
 ''He won't tell.'' said the girl, al- most sullenIy. The tone of the captain was kinder, now that he had found something that the girl could do for him.
 You can make him. he said
 q can't,'' she answered, her breast l rising and falling '1 believe he sus- | eects"-
 "You?''
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