Evening star., 1921-07-10

JOCK THREW ME AT N'YAwL,Ns.
AND BEAT HIM RIGHT"
There was a momentary lull as the sixth
horse came in sight. After him a deMge
OF wild cheers. rebel yelfs. and hand
clappinH engulfed the sedate. slow
moving. black Longboy. The crowd
In Kentucky. went wild.
Cracker Johnson. turning Ten Brush
Tor the trip back up the stretch to the
barrier, saw the demonstration was
for Longboy. He saw little !ud sit
ting like a plaster cast of a jockey.
not moving a muscle nor turning his
head 10 much as an inch to the right
or left. He swore a jealous oath at
the sight. The cheering continued
until Judd swung the colt about and
followed the procession UP the stretch.
1t was not until then that the crowds
began to murmur with establishment.
The little darky was sitting on the
colts shoulders. Why was that sad
die up against the shoulder blades
How could the colt run with boy
hanging to his head? What was his
trainer thinking about? Isn't that
boy a hunchback? These questions
before they were given voice. Then
ribaid comment broke loose ana ran riot.
way. nIgguh. bit lis ear" yelled
a darky on the inner rail.
"'At colt opens his mouth and
y'alfs gone COON" shouted an
other.
"Gittin' ready T. lead him homer"
Don't stop there-g'wan an ride
the next hoss In 'front.'"
IN these days. when Tod Sloan is a
tradition and his seat up in the
horses name Is established turf Gus
tom, little Jud would not be noticed.
But Tod was still the terror of his
neighborhood in Kokomo. winning
races with a hoop. Judge Parker
turned to Colonel Taylor. up in the
stands.
The boy has to sit up theah." he
remarked. "Otherwise he could not
hold the colts head. That fall at
N'yawrns shortened his back and his
! reach"
TT doesn't mattuh IL he sits be-
tween the colts ears. Judge. 30 long
as he gets the best the colt has in
him." replied the colonel. He makes
the othuh boys look like they are
ridin' hobby hosses, with the saddles
in the middle of theah backs"
There was some reillery in the
stands at the expense OF the Judge.
who took it good-humoredly. More
eyes were on the track, however, than
upon him.
Ranging before the barrier. with
the seven colts moving restlessly
about. Cracker Johnson tried once
more to upset Jud's grip on himself
"'F I didn't kill yuh at N'yawl'ns.'
he said as Ten Brush backed and
plunged alongside the placid Longboy
TIL get yuh up here. nigger. We've
gotta lotta money up on this race. and
we're gonna win it. Seer
Jud paying no heed whatever. kept
an eye on the starter.
They're off," screamed that part OF
the crowd that took In the race with
it's lungs rather than its eyes. More
observant enthusiasts noted that
Lcngboy. with the crouching little
darky hunched out over his shoulders
and name, had broken we'll up to the
front and was already In full stride
one Jump behind a nervous little bay
nlly. They raced this way to the first
turn, with the other five punching be-
hind. fairly close up.
Judge" remarked Colonel Taylor
as they fed past the stands, II won.
/ duh If the boy don't actually help the
The judge was too intent on tht
race to answer. Through his glasse,
he saw that Longboy was running
! easily, with the great. free swing thai
made all the Longfellow tribe con-
| tenders In any company.
some misgiving. what 10 that numbui
four. out theah in front Of yo' colt?'
| Lady Friend. she's called" replied
| the Judge without taking his eyei
] from the track. "A flly By Old Friend
Sam Mo'gan's hoss, ovuh by Mo'gan
field." =.
! carry that speed all the way, jedge
! why do yo' reckon that boy broke
sprintin' with the f1lly In race thi!
distance?'
The Judge lowered his glasses ant
turned an instant to his old comrad'
ana rival: THE hound that done yo
ways Of winning hoss races: HI
sometimes has othuh mems hosse
unduh his orders"
Trying to race Longboy into tn.
ground befo' he makes his race VIII
Ten Brush, the skunk" said Colone
Taylor. clenching his fists. VIII th'
colt hold up all the way. judgeg
| John, I don't know, but II breed
Ing and training can prevail ovuh fou
| practice, he will. Told the boy to ie
the colt run ~ long as he would, h.
| added absently. "and to staht ridint
only when he had to-"
| A.k
jConNd around the turn. Longooy
Ions, powerful stride cut down tn
nlIys lead. LADY Frtend's 3ocke!
went to the whip "a they headed dow
the back stretch. And the hlly
sprinting nsrvousiy on her toes, he'll
la frantic margin. Little Jud. sittini
tight swung Ioneboy into the n
turn still on that long. ground-eatfnl
jump. The big colt did mot seem =
/ be running. and the crowd wondere'
1 how he held his place at the heels Q
the Aytag ally. It cOuld not under
L stand why the held vas not I'M
{pase Nm. CSlonsl Taylor knew sh
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