Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1924-04-13
A Story Against Women
BY DONN BYRNE
The Blood of Kings the Sport of Kings

young man, an English younger son,
1t was whispered. and absolutely the
hairy ape when 1t came to hat-mak-
ing. UConnor Mellon wasn't very
much interested in him.
when she and her friends were
gone he thought over two of her say
ings-that she could he hNppy there
with the peace OF Three Rock com
ing down on her Iiko a blessing, and
that Lady O'c0nnor Mellon was a nice
name. He looked at himself In the
glass. critically, appraisingly
He was passing down Dodder banks
one sunlit May morning when he met
the Whisperer Murphy sitting by one
OF the weirs. The Whisperer was an
aged, white-haired man with u
bloodshot eye. and a brown derby on
the side of his head He was horse
doctor of an Irregular school. never
having entered a veterinary college.
But he had the gift" as the Irish
say, and many veterinary surgeon
sent for him when in u fix. The peas
antry believed he had bargained his
soul away to The devil for power over
, horses.
Mr.. Mellon" he called. would YOU
ten me something
0Conpor Mellon considered a mo-
ment.
Il would, he said.
would you throw back your mind
now and tell me-"
n would" decided O'Connor Mellon.
Did you ever hear of Derby
winner coming out of fish dealers
shop"
II did not said O'Connor Mellon.
Would you think it possible. now 80
II would NOT"
Did you ever see lightning"
Il did"
I've seen hlly that's faster
said the Whisperer Murphy.
:: I: * I.
I TITLE by little the story came out
Some English country gentleman
had died, and the next of kin was a
distant relative who kept a tishmOn-
gers shop in Bristol. The deceased
squire had left hardly anything when
all was settled. But among the effects
was a Ally he had bought at Don
caster and made an -ngag ement on
behalf OF for the Derby. The fish
mOnser had sold all the effects and
Kept the tilly. He had IL stable made
for her back OF the fishmonger's shop.
and pal of his who kept a saloon
and had been an old JOCKEY IN his
time was training her.
There's few az knows about il. and
them knows is laughing But
she'll win the Derby She'll walk il"
Il can't believe it" said O'Connor
Mellon.
Would you tell me something. Mr..
Mellon
Il would.
Am |. or am not. tn: whisperer
Murphy
IT should have been enough for 81.
Thomas. IT was enough for O'Connor
Mellon.
He trotted back to Rathfarnham
hardly able TO contain himself The
job-the perfect JOB, He fumbIed
among papers, and at last found the
runners and the betting at the Lon
don clubs. The Derby stakes for
three ear olds. E10,745, one mile four
furlongS. There was the favorite al
tours, Pentagon. There were Fair
Lassie. StraightawaE. Stamford Pride.
at tens Came the notable outsiders
at thirty three TO one. headed by Dick
Donovan's beautiful bay gelding. u
Ster Bachelor. \ few at sixty to one,
like Sir Mick Jameson's mare Victory
Boy. Where was this BluebeH. any
way? All, others. a hundred TO one
Rascality, Irish Piety. Bluebell
He looked her zip in the entries
she wasn't in the form book Mr..
Arthur Balfour Williams BIuebell.
by Roi Bleu out of Songstress, trained
I by 3. Evans. He had never heard OF
the owner, never heard OF the trainer.
! The sire and dam were well known
! to him-great blood there. But there
were accidents of blood in horses as
| well as in the best families No won
! der the FLY was hundred TO one--a
J fshmonger's entry for the Derby,
Why. YOU could write your own
ticket.