Evening star., 1922-07-09

when in Rome. and the Romans
are doing you, don't take any
Romans word~for anything" he said.
smiling. Then she returned to the
attack: You big bostrotter. you'd
better take my advice"
What advice" he asked good
naturedIy. Il hadn't heard any"
II mean my tip" she said. .
"oh. well. they can try anything
once" he laughed. I'm not saying
they won't get me. But if they're
going to get me they're going to get
me. and that is all there is to it,
I'm a good one" she mused aloud
after a pause. Tipping you of TO
this thing when I've lent Edwards a
lot OF money and taken a mortgage
on his shop. I'd ought to be work
ing for him. and l would. but he's
too She paused.
Crooked" asked the sherif. She
nodded
But he's a nice fellow except for
that" she said.
what do you say" o'Brien asked
suddenly. ito teaching the lad =
lesson" ... &c.,
Il don't care whether he learns
anything. I'm going to teach him to
quit pestering me for money. and I'm
going to sell or give away this fool
4 Of q RI
At this point Edwards came nerv-
ousiy into the shop. He glanced at
the pair over the manicure table with
some misgivings. but O'Brien's naive
manner and open-faced grin disarmed
suspicion.
The sheriff rose to adjust his coat
sleeves, picked up his hat. and pre-
pared to leave. And what" he
asked. leaning toward her as he paid
his check. what did you say your
Irish name is?'
"Bess Donahue. but l. didn't say it,
she whispered. still with an eye on
Edwards. smiling an appfehensive
smile as she handed him his change.
**+
A n afternoon at the Canton races is
is an afternoon crowded full of q
number OF things. The grandstand
was packed. and the rails were lined
about ten deep from the head of the
stretch around the first turn. When
the races were on and people rushed
from the midway. the cattle barn.
and the intieId for a peek at the track
the fences fairly bulSed and sagged
Everywhere was country-fair tur-
noil. Noise ran riot. "Freestone
peaches. they're eighteen for a dime.
struggled bravely for mastery against
(which shell. gentlemen" and
Cracker Jack. crackerjack.'' Hot
tist in front of the bIack-top tent
And the walls of toy balloons and
little children shrllled their inter.
mingled ways to the high. cloudless
sky.
Probably the most excited spot in
the whole hystericsi place was the
stall of Eddie Edwards. at O'Clock
in the afternoon. half an hour before
the stort OF the 2.l2 pace Eddie
was worked up. He had made the
rounds since noon. and had held
short. furtive conferences in turn
with Brown, Tolin and Sheriff O'Brien
to reassure himself that everything
was all right. Each Of the horsemef
had assured him that things were all
set for brilliant victory. by Edwards
with White Winter. But Eddie was
nervous and overwrought His repu-
tation as .horseman, the foremos,
horseman Of that part Of Ohio, wal
at stake. and neither Eddie nor any
other sporting barber in his position
could have helped being very nervous
There was no particular furry
around the quarters. of either Tolin
or Brown, for with them this race
was just another race among a whole
summers races. O'Brien's stable was
undisturbed, although the sheriff was
on the Job to see that Wedding Bells
was duly prepared for battle. -.
Old Sourmash BIZ. whose voice did
almost as much to soothe -horsefest
as did his hands and ointments. wal
singing as he rubbed down Wedding
Bells. This horse Wedding Bells. q
tall, fragile bay. stood grudginsly ac.
quiescent as Sourmash swabbed and
swiped him. O'Brien, having brought
the horse back from a final workout
mile. was leaning against the stall
ioor. watching the darky's skilled
massaging.
,sourmash." said the sheriff 80 z
"Yessuh.' replied the darky, ceasina
his song, :
How long you been in this gamer