Evening star., 1923-05-27
BY GERALD BEAUMONT,
Writer Of Stirring Tales of
the Racing Horses.

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make sure the latter was not joking.
Forget 1t, son." he admonished,
that little hlly Is through. Any-j
way. I'm not buying horses; I'm lay
ing against them, and between you
and me. the last week.-Mrs. cost me a
hundred thousand. IL you want If
teen hundred yourself"
II DO" said the Kid. and I want 1t
| quick
The gambler wrote out check and
handed It over. Gravely, the Kid ac-
| cepted the white slip, folded 1t and
/ tore it into small pieces.
| Now" he instructed, you take
that fifteen hundred and give it to
| Nixon as first payment on Susanna.
II you don't want to put up the bal
ance in thirty days. I'll find some one
who does. All I ask IL that you tell
PEOPLE you've sent her away for a
rest and IT give you the word. you
pay her starting-fee in the stakes
McIvor frowned.
| What are you going to do with
herr"
Take her on the tracks and Keep
her a week ahead of the circuit
When they're running at Blue
Heather. she'll be working at Ken.
sfnston: when they move on to Ken
sinEton she'll be salloping at Grace
! Arbor. That will bring her back
here one week before the others. ana
then Susanna will pay fer herself in
| the stakes"
! /
i a mask Of urbanity and nom
ehalancs. he felt the strain OF thirty
years spent in the hectic whirl Of the
| betting ring. 1t was a long time
since McIvor had read the Arabian
| Nights" He knew that the Dortinicn
Stakes would attract the beat three.
year-olds in Canada, and he had
seen Susanna dropping steadily below
| her form. He put pateffal hand on
the kids shoulder:
Son, you're not keeping your ear
| az close to the ground as usual.
| Nixon bought Sir Barry out OF the
| Torpinston stables yesterday. and
that's the horse that has the Doriir.
ion at his mercy. Better take TIVE /
! thousand and treat yourself TO d
4
| The Information Kid funbled for !
a cigarette, lit it. and for few mo-
nnents smoked silently. Sir Barry
would have the stamina, Sasaf afina the
speed: what about class? Sir Barry
came from the Black Sophia family;
Susanna traced her line clear back
70 Herod II. That was the csaA
| dope" But there was another angie
Susanna had the Virginia tempera-
ment and that is something fs not to
be understood save by people like old
! Maj. Arlington, or SNOWFALL, or race
| track hustlers who fall for the Ara +
bian nights
I'll go home after 1 see Susanna
| dance her way free from that guy
| Nixon" averred the kid. land not be-
fore. Don't worry none about me
slipping. Play Susanna. and I'll
show you how to cover this lawn with
| dead geese
| McIyor capitulated with a shruS.
| where do you want herr"
"Old man Humphreys barn will do.
I'm wiring tonight for some medi-
cine"
"Afedicine?"
|
here, Susanna ana ] are going away
on a honeymoon"
CUSANNA and the Information Kid |
~ were quartered at the deserted |
i Blue Heather track. The same night |
there arrived from Kentucky spe- |
ciai consignment Of medicine based
upon an Arabian Nights prescription.
The days passed. The bang-taiis |
moved on to Blue Heather. Kensing-
ton. and then Grace Arbor. No one |
thought any more OF Susanna. Henry /
the Rat heard q vague rumor, ana |
he spoke to Nose Littieton.
"Hear anything about q chestnut
filly that's breaking watches Just
ahead Of us? Guy down 1t the hotel |
last night said he saw some baby |
work six furlongs in one.twklve. ana
three -fifths. at Kensington, with O.
coon boy sittin' STILL"
Nose grunted. "That Amt working"
he commented. that's fyine! The
guy was erazy. KefsinEton 10 q dead |
slow track, ana there amt nothin' |
around here that can step that fast"
They were sitting on the top rail-.
stop watches in hand. Down the
back stretch horse broke into full |
stride. AS he passed the half-mile |
post, the two railbirds detected their
thumbs.
"Sir Barry, amt it?' queried the |
Rat. "whoops. muh dear, lookit that
thing turn loose. Guess he amt on
razor edge. There's a race horse"
Sir Barry flashed past, ana they
looked at their watches.
Wow" exclaimed the Rat. "Twen-
ty.three and one-ffth, forty seven
and one.fifth. and with his mouth
open: I'll say that bird is ready!'
No one ever knew what it cost the
Information Kid to tear himself away
for thirty days from the game he
loved. But You McIvor guessed
q little Of the truth. after he ran
across Maj. Robert Arlington in the
lobby OF the Dominion Springs Hotel
the night before the big race.
why. major.' cried McIvor. 81
thought you were in Kentucky. Glad
to see you.'
"My compliments to you. suh," said
Mai. Bob, "And All have the homo to
request yo' presence tonight at ve'y
special occasion. an ovapowsing oc.
casion, suhl Susanna-
"Great Scott" exclaimed the book
maker, and threw one arm about HIS
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