Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-02-12
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nyyES, that's the way to get him,
/ isn't it," said Spargo. Here,
m get bim myself.
lie went across the room and accost
Cd the old sporting journalist
"I want quiet word with you," he
said, This place is like a pandc'
moDium.
cove aud ordered II drink.
always is. this time he said,
swnipg. But it's companionublc.
what is it. SpargoT
Spargo took II pull at the glass which
he had carried with him. Il should
say" he said. that YOU know as much
about sporting matters as any man
writing about 'cm?'
"Wcll. | think you might say it with
truth" answered CrOwfOot.
"Aud old sporting matters said
Spargo, d.
"Ycs. and old sporting matters, re-
plied the other with Il sudden fash of
tbe eve. Not that they greatly inter
est the modern generation. you know
"WclI. there's something that's in
teresting me greatly just now, anyway,
said Spargo. And ! believe it's got
10 do with old sporting affairs. And |
came to YOU for information about it.
believing YOU to be the only man |
know Of that could tell anything" :"
"Ycs-what is it?" asked Crowfoot.
Spargo drew out an envelope. and
took from it the carefully wrapped up
silver ticket.
He took off the wrappings and laid
the ticket on Crowfoots outstretchcl
palm.
"Can YOU tell me what this is?" he
asked.
Another sudden flash came into the
old sportsmans s cyes--he eagerly turned
the silver ticket over.
God bless my soul ~ he exclaimed.
"Where did YOU get this:"
Never rud, just now,' replied
Spargo. "You know what it iS?''
Certainly know what it is. But
Cad I've not seen one of these things
for Lord knows how many years. 1t
makes me feel something like young
un again =, said Crowfoot. Quite II
Young 'un,'
"Buj what is it?" asked Spargo. I.
Crow(oot turnc! the ticket over,
showing the side on which the hcraldic
device was almost worn away.
ITS one of the original silver stand
tickets of the old racecoursc at Market
Milcastcr, " answered CrowfoOt. That $
what it Is One of the old original silver
stand tickets. There arc the arms of
Market Milcastcr, YOU sec. nearly worn
away by much rubbing. There. on the
diverse is the figure of n running horse.
oh, yes, that what it is! Bless me -
most interesting.
Where's Market Milcaster?' in
ST.,p
Market AIilcaster," replied Grow.
foot, still turning the silver ticket over
and over, lis what the topographers call
decayed town in Elmshire. It has
steadily dccaycd since the river that led
10 It got gradually silted mp. There
aSed to be II famous race meeting there
III June every year. It's nearly forty
years Slncc that meeting fell through
l went to il often when ! was Il lad
often :"
And lou say that's n ticket for the
stand; asked Spargo.
lhlS Is one OF fifty silver tickets.
" passes, or whatever YOU like to call
vn' winch were given by the race COM
llltec TO nifty burgesses Of the town."
tus"ered CrOwfoot. 1T was, remem-
Osr, considered n great privilege to pos
@ @ss silver ticket. 1t admitted it's pos
%Ssof-ior life, mind you to the
stand, the paddocks, the ring, any.
Snnuni "merci II also gave him place at the
did dTu"i ,'a race dinner. Where ON earth
u'G you get this, Spargo?'
'P"fso took tho ticket and carefully