Evening star., 1921-04-17

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the field back to the start. mo more
Of that! Stay in your position, and
keep that horse leveled.'
| Mr. Towle twisted his neck and
1'A turned up the gnarled. puckery
| face hidden under the visor. 'Jedges.
I'm doing the best can. But she's all
, fused up"
Go down and turn at the distance
| post. Keep your place and won't Let
'em off ahead of you. Ten dollars fne
if you nose out that pole horse again.
The impatient grandstand crowd
! clapped their hands. =
| Maud seemed to have more equa-
nimity when the field came down-so
! much so that the starter. his eyes
shifting to the pole horse at the cru-
! cial moment, shouted CO." But right
| then Maud began to run. The crowd
groaned and hooted: the pride of the
professional driver was touched. and
he swore. q
SIR. Towle's charger did not run all
| che way for the mile. but the rest OF
, her gyrations were fully as far from
level trotting as a gallop would have
! been. Her gait took her over the
i ground at an amazing rate OF speed.
and she finished first with the crowd
! hooting disapproval
| There was only one thing for the
judges to do. and they did 1t: when
= the starter megaphoned the result. he
| wound up with: "Mustache Maud
distanced" There was general ap-
plause. That settled the old mans
/, convictions.
| II don't know how many thousand
dollars this plot has cost 'em." con-
fided Mr.. Towle bitterly to the rail-
bird crowd which surrounded him in
| the stretch in front Of the judges
stand. but you can see what has
/ ag'inst 'em!"
{ He raised imploring face. "Jedges
will you let me come up there"
Curt permission was given.
/ He went up the stairs only far
enough to project his head above the
, wistful querying grief, rather than
anger. "Will you listen to a word?'
II don't see as there's much to be
said" replied the starter. You were
the cause of my giving rotten send
Il done the best I could. jedges
considering the way a high-spirited
hoss has been fused up" The eyes
turned up to them from under the
scoop visor pleaded. There's a plot
on. It's because they're afraid OF
me-
You said mouthful there
wonder they didn't go and climb
trees"
Gents. admit that she tried every
gait that's laid down in the back OF
the Old Farmers Almanick. She also
throwed in the Highland fling and q
sand-jig for good measure. and tried
to get up onto the sulky seat and
ride with me. But you take bear
and what do you expect high-grade
hoss to do?"
The starter had repaired his bell
cord and was changing summons for
the next class. The judges were
showing no interest in Mr.. Towle's
on the stairs.
the floor. trying to get attention.
And you have let in wild animiles!
used to on these grounds: What in
the blue streak o
That's about enough OF that bag
pipe stuff" yelped the exasperated
starter. Get out OF this stand. Back
with your horse to the stable"
"Ain't you going to let me start
again."
"Of course you can't start. You
i were declared distanced." Over the
stairway was a drop door. secured by
a hasp. The starter put his hand on
the hasp. Get out from under" Mr..
lTowle ducked just in time: the heavy
door banged down over his head. 1t
was rather more than a gentle hint
that Mr.. Towle was definitely excluded
from the further activities Of the Milo
GentS' Driving Association.
/, Back to the stable.
! But Mr.. Towles spirit perked up
promptly when he saw Mr.. Sturnell
and the bear still on sentry duty near
.the stall. Sitting on the upturned pal.
paper when Towle came in sight.
He beckoned invitingly when Mauds
owner stopped to pull the blanket
over her eyes.
"Oh. we'll. il you don't care to come
any higher to man you have cheated
and robbed Of ALL" called Mr.. Sturnell
stand where you are and enjoy your
self. 1t goes to the tune of Come
listen. ye gay young bots" Then he
on his screed.
Sing q song OF Maudie-Maudie was q mare
Hefty old puiler was Holdback Hod.
But he couldn't yank the parsnip, when hs
| tried to hold Mud.
| That first verse was received by the
gathering crowd with hattering ap-
plause.
"horus" announced the songster.
Born to be q murderer. but to save his soul
Could only steal horses, could Horace p
Il ToWle.
Second verse;" Mr.. Stusnor, having