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

lengtn advantage. she closed quick
ly. nosing up to the saddle girths of
the flying leader. but there she hung,
unable to do more. Nothing but horse
| manship could save her now.
| Down went the little money riders
head, and he doubled low in the sad
die, prepared to give his owner all
that was in him, and maybe little
| bit more,
The crowd had gone crazy. Billy
| Ten Upper. crushing his silk hat,
screaming at the side of a little wait
ress, drank deep from the well of I'M
Outstanding. He knew now the value
| of a money rider. His happiness, his
! future, his fortune-everythin was
in the keeping of a boy who was
coming down the stretch astride a bay
| mare, booting her On while his whip
cut steady circles in the sunlight.
Marty. Marty, Marty
The boy was in a trance, sustained
only by the subconscious suggestion
| that he must win. BY heartbreaking
| inches he regained the lost ground in
that terrific drive up the stretch. \
hundred yards from the wire Torpedo
! still led by a nose. Fifty yards and
there was no change. Twenty yards
out of some mysterious source the
! boy drew upon a last reserve, to ac-
complish the unbelievable.
/ Gotta win he gaspcd, and gather
| ing the tired mare under him for the
last jump he literally threw her into
! the lead,
! THEN it was over. A strange numb
L ness enveloped him, utter ex-
! haustion. Lady in Lavender, slowed
down of her own accord, turned and
! came cantering back to the winners
! circle. She liked flowers and cam
! eras and music. The money rider
stared up at the winning post and
saw his own number displayed on top.
He tried To raise his whip to the
Judges-and couldn't make it. There
was dull roaring in his ears Some
one lifted up Il huge floral horseshoe
and put it around the winners neck.
! He heard Jake's gruff command
Look pleasant, kid. Take Your cap
I off,"
! Yes, sir" he answered-and came
topping out of the saddle, pitching
| headlonE into the arms of Billy Ten
/ Topper. Even then the young mil
! lionairc did not divine the truth, but
! his education was completed a
| few moments later when they were
weighing out half-unconscious boy
| Kitty Keller, guarding as best she
| could a bowl of hot soup. edged her
way through the track police.
/ "Outta my way she shrilled.
! ''Lemme do my stuff, Comm up,
Marty. Here it is. honey. Right off
| the old arm
She held the bowl to his lips. He
drank greedily, gulping down the
| nour.shment in a way that left Moth
| ing to the imagination. Ten Topper
| turned pale. His eyes expanded.
Good Lord" he protested. rs the
boy hungry
The empty bowl fell from Kitty
kellers hands. She spun around.
| Hungry" she screamed Hungry
Oh, my soul. what pip. What the
devil do you know about hunger?
What does Hippo know? The blood
| suckin' murderer look at him.
Lemme alone. Marty-this is my race.
I'm gonna tell these guys somethin'
! they'll never forget
And tell them she did-screeching
| out the truth so that all might hear.
and shaking her fists in the face of
Jake Devlin. The fat man tried vain
| ly to stem the torrent of denuncia-
ton. Finally. purple with wrath, he
| struck at her; but the blow never
landed. Ten Upper shot out a gloved
| fist. and hit Devlin flush on the fat
Of his triple chin.
That's your discharge paper" said
Billy Ten Topper. And don't get
up, or l shall have to knock you down
again."
| He turned to Kitty Keller 1T won
! der" said he. "if you and Marty
! would honor me at quiet dinner to-