The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1913-08-07


# "She's left! She's left" then {
n uncanny laugh. The rock had bro
e en-.
s The wave was greeted with silenc
: A red bay Numbered in the lea
r Then came a deamon, hard held, wit
r open mouth, and No. 3 shone from HI
r raven side. Followed flying squa,
! ron all packed together, their hooi
rolling like drums. And then cam
] aching lengths, my eyes filled wit
, tears, something gripped my hear
! and squeezed it, as Tres Jolie skim
ming like an eager swallow, fled pas
undaunted by that hopeless gap.
4 "Whar my baby att" asked Uncl
Jake. He had heard the yroan an,
the silence; fear was in his voice.
"Dey amt left her at &c post
Doan tell me dat, Miss Sallyt'
Mrs. Dillon nodded as though two
/ eyes that saw. Uucle Jake seemed tc
feel it.
How fab back? How fab back /?
he demanded.
"She amt got no chance. Uncle
Jakel' said Blister, and dropped his
head on his arm lying along the rail
ing
'How fab back?" insisted the old
negro.
Blister raised his head and gazed.
Twenty lengths" he said, and
dropped it again.
"Doan you fret, Miss Sallyl" Uncle
Jake encouraged. "She'll beat EN-
yetw
"Not this time, old man." said Judge
Dillon very gently. He was tearing
his program carefully into little
pieces with big, shaking hands.
The horsese were around the first
turn, and the battle up the back
stretch had begun. The red bay was
still leading.
Mandarin in 'front.'" said someone
behind US. "Rob Roy second and
easy-the rest nowhere"
"Jes' you wait!" called Uncle Jake.
"You old fool nigger," came Bis
ter's mutfied voice.
Even at that distance | could have
told which one was last. The same
effortless floating stride l had noticed
long ago was hers, as Tres Jolie, foot
by foot, ate up the gap. AT the far
turn she caught the stragglers and
one by one she cut them down.
"Oh, gallant spirit" thought "If
hey had given you but half chance!"'
| lost her among melee of horses,
IN the turn. as the leader swung into
he stretch. 1t was the same red bay,
)ut now the boy on the black horse
moved his hands forward little and
lis mount came easily to the leaders
ide. There was a short struggle be-
ween them and the bay fell back.
"Mandarin's donel" cried the voice
'ehind us. "Rob Roy on the bit!"
81 might have known it," l thought
utterly. "he looked it all along"
Then gentle buzzing sprang up
Ike breeze. 1t was whisper that
rev to muttering and then became
rumble and at last one delicious roar.
he giant had recovered, and his
nightly cry brought me to my feet,
ny heart in my throat-for, "Tres
ollie" he roared = = and coming ,
oming!l coming!ll l saw the Blue
nd Gold
A maniac rose among us and flung
is fists above his head. He called
pom his gods-and then that magic
ame-"Tres Jolie" he shrieked. sob
ably Dcllp 1t was Blister-and /
arveled
| had seen him stand and lose his all
ithout sign of feeling. But now
: raved and cursed and prayed and
eaded with his "girliew "baby
,ll"-- and with the last atom of her
rength his sweetheart answered the
III
She reached-heaven alone knows
'w-the flank of the flying black,
I'd inch by inch she swept along that
INK until they struggled head to
,ad
"Oh, you black dog!" howled Blist-
, wild triumph in his voice. "You-
e got to beat race boss nowl" AS
ough he heard, the black horse fat
ned to his work Almost to the end
held her there, eye meeting eye.
lie task was just beyond him. Even
they shot under the wire he falter-
But it was very close, and the
historical grandstand grew
IL and waited.
glanced at Blister. He was lean
: forward, almost crouching, his
&c ashen, his eyes on the number
ard.
Then slowly the numbers swung in
view, and 81, 8, ~ read.
ly as if he hadn't had an adventure