The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1918-10-18
.ROAMER TO END
 RAGING CAREER,
 SAYS A, MILLER
Son of Knight Errant Will
 Be Retired to Stud.

At Empire City racetrack Wednes- day joy ran riot on a single rail when Jack Adler told the crowd that Kaiser B. had capituated without ifs and ands. That happy tide was turned back yesterday when Andrew Miller stepped up to a chosen few and told them that matchless little Roamer had been retired from racing, perhaps for good and all.
 Andrew Miller didn't speak of this turf epoch in an everyday sort of way. He spoke of it. as all real horsemen spoke of the death of Sysonby, Of the passing of Roseben-they simply talked in low tones of great Amerl- can turf tragedy.
 Game little Roamer is through. rms aged but honored gelding, the pet ol American race followers, has been told, if good horses can understand plain English, that the broad Of the land will be his pas,dr in the days that are left to him.
 Roamer ran race the other day He matched his amazing gamehess and speed against War Cloud and oth- GIT youngsters whom the red book worms figured to run two, three, foui and so on behind him. Andrew Mill CT and quiet spoken Jack Goldspor- ough, his trainer, fancied him as they had never figured a horse in long ca reers as racing men. Roa1nef ral the very life of himself to uphold the good will of these two men and hf finished third with the backs of dis gruntled whimperers turned on hl' bravest effort.
 Roamer finished third because i was all that he had left of the pes that had been in him. There was : little heart to heart talk in the pad dock after the race. Andrew Miller Jack Goldsborough and little And' Schuttinger held council.
 "What was it, Andy-what was th matter with him?" asked Goldsbor ough of the gaunt bit of horsetiesl over his last trail as a public hero'
 "I thought it would be the sam oId story, sirs," said SchuttinSer, as n looked both owner and trainer in tn eve. Lands, I wanted him to vii if only to beat Johnny Loftus, bu when I whacked him on the turn 10 home the old jump wasn't in hin You know, MT. Miller, how he Woul come when you licked him.
 couldn't believe it so I belted him thi time. He made up a length and the lost three so quick that l nearly dle in the saddle. I hate to breathe | MT. Miller, but our old boy lsn Roamer any more.'
 And so they talked, these thre jurors, of Roamers fate, and whe each went his way, they had locke in their hearts the verdict that Roam -fer was through as THE America racehorse.
 Yesterday Andrew Miller seemed a most afraid to make clean breast gallant Roamer's shortcomings.
 Hell never want for anything g long as my head riggles above my co lar" unused Miller to the two Tom Healey and Welsh. You fellows r' member the day l bought him frol Woodford Clay at Belmont Park ft s2.5OO. Dandy horse he was, ft didn't he win over $100,00O in purst and hang up record after record When they beat salvator's thirt, \ year record that he whipped, the I'll walk out and look over regul' Nhorse." :, And with that, the owner of u son of Knight Errant-Rose IT. walked off by himself under the tre at the far corner of Jim Buffers lC all the time chewing like the ve deuce on the best part of an unligh ed cigar.