Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1921-01-02

II It hadn't been for him, you'd have
won these other two heats"
why, Elizabeth. hows that?' Charlie
help"
bride on her, and she can see all
cited. She always breaks in front Of the
grandstand. where she sees the big
crowds. Maybe / don't know much
about horses. but l know that was
mistake"
That old harness is awfully heavy"
said Charlie.
Yes. but she's used to it. She's not
used to that new bike. 1t scares her.
You're sitting way up there. high over
her hips. and leaning over her. When
she gets to going fast. she thinks the
bike is running up on her and Is going
to run over her. So she runs to get
out of the way" Elizabeth finished her
outburst completely out of breath.
Charlie rose and went to a pump few
steps distant. bringing back tin cup
of icy cold water. When she had fin
ished drinking and taken long breath,
Charlie said:
Girl. don't know how you know
these things or why l didn't think OF
both of them. Next time out Wen wear
the old rigging" He spoke positively.
Elizabeth heaved a sigh of relief.
'If we can win this race she
said.
And if we sell Lovely Lady" he
added. Girl, we've got to win this
race
WHILE Elizabeth. a little later. was
on her way back to the grand
stand Charlie had a tremendous strug-
gle to convince old Harry he should
go back to the old cart and the blind
bride. But when the colts came on,
for the third and last heat. Elizabeth
thrilled to see Charlie in the old
sulky. The filly seemed 20 feel al
home.
Lovely Lady. instead of presenting
the trig. trim appearance of the first
two heats. looked like a slim little
daughter in mothers big sunbonnet
and bungalow apron. The binders
stood out like mule ears. Charlie
sitting at ease with his feet in the
basket, instead of up on the stirrups
of the shafts. seemed half a block
back. Both boy and and flly were
glad for the change to their everyday
outfit. The crowd scarcely noticed
the change. 1t was interested in the
decisive battle between Mack Toddles
and Patchen Dillon. Fox and Mark
White looked over the revised ap-
pearance, and both figured the change
meant that the boy was out simply
to finish inside the distance flag and
thereby third money. Each decided
his problem was merely to beat the
other.
The judge did not keep them long
at the start. They got away briskly
Patchen Dillon at the pole fought to
get his head free and trot a mile a
minute. Mack Toddles. moving with
the machine-like precision bred in his
two shot away in front. Lovely Lady,
on her best behavior. nosed COM
fortably along. looking over Whites
shoulder. The FLY was not tossing
her head from side to side. but look
ing straight in front and trotting
carried to the far turn. Here all
three slowed perceptibly for an in
stant's breathing spell. To the on
locker there was nothing to indicate
that the race was not between the
two colts.
quarters pole the race took on a new
complexion. Charlie pulled out slight.
ly from behind White and Patchen Dill.
Ion without losing a stride or an inch
He worked his way around to the right
until Lovely Lady's nose was beside
Foxs right shoulder. AS they headed
into the home stretch he called on the
hustled her along until her head was
at the hip of Mack Toddles. There he
held her for a few strideA hanyiny the
other two into beginning their final
drives earlier than they wished. Fox
giancing over his shoulder. saw the
filly coming. He cut loose with Mack
.Toddles. White went to it with Patchen
Dillon, and for another furlong the two
fought each other like demons. Charlie
held Lovely Lady easily at Fox's stfrrup
until they reached the distance flag.
Come on. Lady, come on. come on, -
Charlie called and sang to the flly. cas-
ing his hold on the reins and Tapping
them ever SO lightly over her hips The
little mare shot forward as if she had
been merely walking. In four strides
she was head and head with the other
two. and in four more a. neck in front.
trotting like wildfire. the old harness
Mapping and the old sulky bounding
along behind. Fox and White went to
the whip. Patchen Dillon tore his
handsome sorrel head up to even terms.
but could not hold the clip. He fell
hack inch by inch. Mack Toddles made
his bid in honest fashion, but just as
Fox reached out to throw his colt under
the wire. Charlie made his own last eff
fort
"Girl, girl. girl" he called. The little
filly fairly flew under the wire. her nose
a good ten inches in front Of Mack Tod
dies. Patchen Dillon's sorrel head could
not have been more than hands
breath back. The time was 2.06 fiat
a new world record for three-year-old
trotting fillies.
When Lovely Lady came jogging de-
murely back to the judges stand in her
old blind bride and clumsy sulky, the
crowds rose and gave her an ovation.
A historical girl in a grandstand box
was laughing and crying. Her impulse
her arms about the hlly's neck and then
about Charles. Just as she had dried
her eyes, dabbed at her nose. and risen
to leave she saw the strangers who had
called at Mr.. RouseS box between heats
threading their way through the crowds
toward him again. She drew a long
breath, lifted her nose. thrust out her
chin. and instead Of going down the
steps to the track turned in at the gate
of the Rouse box ahead OF the strangers.
MEANWHILE a prosperous Muncie
4A banker was having a hard time
the track police that he
should be permitted to go out on the
track to congratulate young Charlie.
A dollar succeeded where his words
had failed, and Mr.. Coates went
through the gate and OF up the track
after the jubilant boy. the old darby
and the tired filly. He overlook them
after a chase of an eighth of q mile.
enlivened by ribald cheers from the
railbirds. "Oh, Charlie" he called, out
Of breath, as he came within earshot.
"Oh, boy! Say, that-that-that was
Certainly fine. I'm proud of YOU"
batting Charlie on the back and then
linking arms with the surprised
youth. "You didn't know I was here
today, did your