Evening star., 1922-02-19

them through the gate at the head
OF the stretch came Little Billy and
George Arthur. George wearing
dark green silk jacket and cap and
. long whip in his right
hand. His left, resting on the seat.
held the knotted ends OF the reins.
Their little procession headed down
the stretch q few steps. the Great
chopping along at q funny.
short, restrained stride. They stop
ped. In full view Of the assembled
thousands George threw the blanket
forward on the bike seat, gathered
tho reins closely and clambercd up.
Old Morgan pushed the blanket back,
dabbed At the bride and sponged the
mares nose. Little Billy pulled the
blanket on and bent over to inspect
tho dozen-odd straps Of the mares
rigging. Then he and Old Morgan
drew back. George spoke to tho marc
and the Great Arabella paced q sharp
choppy stride down the stretch past
the judges stand.
THE crowd. noting tho pair. gasped.
Something was wrong. The on
lockers rubbed their eyes and looked
again, to see IL they had been mis-
taken. A hum Of critical conversation
arose. Down along the rails this hum
grew into an uproar. Orthodox Ken
lucky was shocked and made no bones
about It
The Great Arabel!a's legs were tied!
Over her shoulders hung a thin strand
Of rawhide. its ends reaching down
half way to her knees. At each end
of the strip. and encircling a leg each,
were two stout leather straps, fasten-
ed in circles and looking like pair of
cuffs. Over her hips and around her
hind legs was another set Of straps
The cuffs on the right fore and hind
legs were fastened together by one
strap. The cuffs on the left legs
were fastened by another. The Great
Arabella could pace all she wanted to
and as fast as she wished. But she
could not do anything else but pace!
"Yo' hahness is comm down. mis-
tuh," shrilled a darky swipe from the
rail.
.'Tuhn yo' hoss loose, dom tie 'um
up thataway," shouted a hillbilly, in
derision.
''Gct on to the pajamas." laughed
one finish Judge to his fellows in the
little stand.
When George Arthur brought the
Great Arabella back to the head of
the stretch. the eyes of every horse
man in the race were on him and the
mare. Every man viewed the straps
with extreme wonder. and many of
them with evident disgust Sharing
the disgust was William P. Green
away. who wondered what in creation
that Internal young Arthur could be
up to now. The starting judge had a
hard time getting the field of nine to
score for the word. But he finally got
them away.
William p. Greenaway won the first
heat, with Pointer Chimes in 2.0S. and
Hal Greenaway placed second. but the
eyes Of the throng were on the Great
Arabella, to see if she could move
out Of her tracks in those new con-
traptions. She did. finishing third.
More. she was a good third in the Sec
ond heat, won by Old Pop with Hal
Greenaway in 2.05h, George Arthur
bringing her home a short length be-
hind Old Man Greenaway and Pointer
Chimes.
George" said Little Billy. walking
on the track behind the bike with his
brother after the second heat I've
got an idea. We can win this race"
wait q minute" George Arthur re-
piled. Let me see if 1 can tell you
it is. Greenaway won the first hea;
with his Chimes horse. and his other
mount. Hal Greenaway won the Sec
ond. Between the two Of them. may
be, they've paced the field into quit
ting"
Except the Bella. mebbe." Billy
agreed.
Sure. Next time out they'll work
along easy the first three-Quarters
and then brush home, Greenaway
winning. maybe. with Pointer Chimes.
After that Greenaway can win the
fourth, maybe, and the race is in
That's the way I figured, but how
did you know-?"
You're an old fox, Billy" laughed
George, interrupting. You put your
self in Greenaway's place, and you
reckon he's doing what you'd do in
the same circumstances"
But I can go further than that"
urged Little Billy anxiously. IT can
tell you how we're going to win this
race"
"Shh-sahh."
They were passing through a lane
lined by horsemen of high and low
degree, all anxious to get a glimpse
Of the straps worn by the Great Ara
bella, hidden by old Morgan's great
blanket. George thought it wise to
drop the conversation. Questions OF
all sorts were hung at him from
every side, together with ribald re.
marks and taunting phrases.
Put 'em on over her haid?"
"Y'aN can't make a COW pace
mistuh?"
1t was clear Kentucky did moi
think much of the new invention.
X 4
IN the third heat George simply
stuck at the wheels of Pointer
Chimes and Hal Greenaway until they
reached the far turn. Then. just be.
fore William p Greanaway took hnlG