Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1924-10-19

, gnawing at the meat. tearing at it
with the savage fury of a starving
dog. Kitty flung herself on the boy,
using all her strength to pry the
meat from his hands.
MARTY" she pleaded. Marty,
listen! There's three Pinkertons out
side-track dicks! They've probably
+, been shadowing you all evening. They
always watch you kids before 4 big
race. Gimme that grub. honey! You
| dassen't be beaten now, even on the
square. Don't you see that you've
gotta VIM"
The boy stared at her stupidity. II
can't win" he mumbled. I'm licked! :"
You amt licked" she f1ared. Look
| at me, honey! You simply gotta salute
| them judges tomorrow from the win
| ners circle. If you don't land that
mare in front, Silk will figure his
dough turned the trick! He'll boast
of it. If You lose, how can you prove
you was doin' your best? Nobody'll
believe you. Aw. honey. it kills me to
take the food right out of your mouth.
when 1 know how you need it, but
| it's for your own sake. | want the
whole world to remember you as d
good square kid and a winner. Trust
your girl, Marty. Here. take this
whisky and egg. I'll go make up Il
bed in the front ROOM
"Gimmee d kiss first" he pleaded.
You can have thirty thousand"
she told him, zone for every dirty
couple on account. Now. you go to
sleep. 1 got tough hour ahead o
me-"
What you gonna do?"
The little waitress smiled bravely
ME? I'll tell the cockeyed world I'm
gonna pray"
1t was post time in the Belmont
Here was color, confusion, gayety. A
bugle sounded, and eighty thousand
people rose en- maSSe to cheer that
bravest of all spectacles-a string of
thoroughbreds parading toward the
post. with fame and fortune hanging
in the balance.
Lady in Lavender was no longer
favorite in the betting. A mysteri-
Gus plunge had developed at the last
moment on Torpedo. the wonder colt
of the Whitehall stables. Torpedo
looked every inch a champion, tip
toeing into the sunshine under the
guidance Of Johnny Doyle. winner of
the Derby.
The field Strengthened out. Then,
from the man at the barrier: You're
off. Ride EN-, you little devils.
:: = = !:
MARTY got his mare off winging,
A~A but he was on the outside, and
there was too much early speed in the
race for him to cut across and take
the rail- He worked in gradually,
and as they passed the grandstand
for the first time he was fourth.
on Torpedo. The colt was under stout
restraint. The two boys appraised
each other with a swift glance, and
each knew where the contest lay. The
crowd knew, too but only after the
first half mile had been run, for then
| the leaders. weakened, Torpedo shot
to the front, and Lady in Lavender
| went right out with him, measuring
stride for stride. From then on. it
was a two-horse race, such race
as Belmont Park had never seen. The
! field fell back. hopelessly out of it.
The flying leaders raced on, appar-
entity dashed together. Up in the
judges stand. grayhaired officials
levelcd their glasses on the blur of
color. The presiding judge cried:
My word, that's beautiful! All by
themselves, and the two best riders in
America. Wait until you see this
stretch duel. think Hippo's boy
| will hang it on the other"
ing's true" said his associate. Marty
hasn't eaten in three days. Blast that
fellow Devlin. I'll have his license
revoked. if it's the last act of my life.
Kid will be lucky to stick in the
saddle
Up in the grandstand Billy Ten
Topper, watching the race from a
private box, became aware of a girl
who stood on the crowded stairs close
by, screaming above the roar of the
crowd: Come on, you Lady in Law
ender! Bring her in, Marty! Show
EN- up, dear! Marty! Marty
II say" called Ten Upper. Come
up here with me-"
He leaned over the railing, stretch
ing forth two Gloved hands. The girl
caught them, and was drawn up to
safety and a clear view of the stretch.
Millionaire and waitress rooted to-
gether, one for money and for sport,
the other for honor and love. Their
voices were drowned in the rising
boom of the multitude: Torpedo. all
the way! Torpedo's in 'front.'" There
goes the Lady now. Alta boy, Marty.
Come on, you money kid
They. were swinging into the
race is lost or won. Johnny Doyle
made the turn without losing an inch
of ground. Marty tried his best to
keep Lady in Lavender from running
wide. but his strength was Slapped.
The mare bore out, giving her rival a