The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-08-01

big as q "barn door," This nat
urai kindliness of his has made
him many friends, among them
Judge and Mrs. Dillon.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CONTINUED From Yesterday
You're on says Ike.
I'm two weeks there's to be a
handicap fur two-year-olds. It's
worth three thousand to the win
ner, It's the best baby race at
the meetin'.
There's eight starters in the
handicap besides Hamilton. One
of EMS a big clumsy colt named
= Hellespont. The bunch calls him
the Elephant, m he's sour as
lemons. Just as the parade starts
he begins to cut the mustard. He
rears m tries to come down on
the colt ahead of him, but the
jock runs him into a stall m they
take hold of him till the rest is
out on the track.
'Micky amt had no experience
at the post. I'm watchin' the get
away pretty anxious. Hamilton's
actin fine, but the Elephant is
holdin' up the start. All of a sud
den he rears clear up m comes
down across Hamilton. The colt
does a flop n | see the Elephant
rear m stamp him a couple of
times before the assistant drives
him off with the bull whip.
Goodbyi' l says to myself. l
cant see good fur the dust, but
they pulls Micky out from under
hA M nh 4 %
slant, Hamilton's on his feet m
the starters talkin' at Micky.
can see Micky shakin' his head.
1t amt long till they puts him up
again.
{" That's the good game kid!'
II says out loud. "Oh. you Micky
boy!" also out loud.
They get off 10 a nice start.
When they lift the stretch
throws my hat away. Hamilton g
In front two lengths. A eighth
from home / see there's somethin'
wrong with Micky. He's got his
bat m lines in his left mitt. His
right hook is kinda fioppin' at
his side, but Hamilton's runnin'
true m strong. The colt looks
awful good to the sixteenth m
then his gait goes clear to the
bad. I see he's all shot to pieces
behind, m he's stoppin' fast. I'm
standin' at the inner rail ten
len'ths from the wire, m the
Elephant colt gets to Hamilton
right in front of me.
!" L gotcha. jock yells the boy
ION the Elephant.
% They don't pay off here says
Mickey, m sticks the lines in his
face. Then he goes to the bat
with his south hook m Hamilton
lays back his ears n runs true
again. :. He out-games the
Elephant a nod at the wire m I'm
twelve hundred to the clear.
when l gets to 'em, Micky's
- standin' in the track leanin'
against Hamilton. The colts
shakin' all over m his hind feet
in a big pool of blood. l gives a
look m the left rear tendon is
tore off from hook to fetlock.
Good Heavens, look atthat!
I says to Mieky.
'Micky turns m looks.
: 'Aw, pony > he SAYS,
m busts out eryin. He leans up
against the colt again. n he's
shakin' as bad as Hamilton.
Just them the boy gets down
from the Elephant.
I'D a beat that dog in another
jump he says to Micky.
Your says Mieky. I'm goin'
to kill youi' He starts fur the
hey, but he turns kinda greeny
white m does flop on the track.
when l goes to pick him IN
/ see a bone comm through the
flesh just above the wrist on his
right hook.
We puts him In a blanket N
the swipes start to carry him off.
What's the matter with the
kid?' says Ike comm up.
Arm broke, l guess I says.
Ike sees the blood m walks
behind Hamilton.
Il wish it was his neck he