New Britain herald., 1924-04-03
knowledge that he possessed an i'm mortal soul was from hearing 1t God damned by trainers and others.

mortal soul was from hearing 1t God damned by trainers and others.
 A week later I heard that Jaun- dice was in a Brooklyn hospital and in bad shape. I went to see him to get for a newspaper the story of a jockey who, while sick to death. rode in a race to win money enough to bury a friend. He was propped up in bed, coughing. The doctor had told me he had but a little time to live. He was glad to see me and inquired how I liked Lord James funeral.
 Great class to that. Jaundice: best I ever attended"
 No one can't say that I piked," he responded. beaming at the praise. T planted Lord James swell. and his folks can't ever say didn't"
 You're looking better" lied. Be back on the track pretty soon?" Lord James won't beat me more than q neck" he said without emo ton. something busted inside me during that race. Have you heard how Doc Grausman is comin' along? He sure ought to win that stake this week."
 Presently he spoke of the little rector. What do you think of that guy" he asked, rather contemptu- ous of the ignorance of the minister. He thought Lord James was only sleeping, but he wouldn't back his opinion with coin"
 1 strove to explain, without much success.
 That little guy is all right" said Jaundice. Did you hear what he said about Lord James havin' a chanst on that track ho was talking about? Say, Lord James has about as much chanst as have"
 Every one has chance" said feebly.
 Me-" he asked in surprise.
 Sure; the Book says every one has who repents."
 T ain't got nothin' to repent of eXceptln' pulin' three or four of them bum ehasers. The stewards couldn't get nothin' on mo at that"
 "The Judges up there Know 1t all"
 Know everything? Then, say, what chanst has n guy sot?"
 AS n religious prospect tho case was too hard, so telephoned tho little rector and gave it oyer to him. He called upon Jaundice several times, and the following week went to the hospital again. Jaundice was weak but smiling.
 Say" he whispered hoarsely, "t got a chanst That little man says that them Judges up there knows I was carryin' too much weight to run true and that you cant blame any one for losin' when he is handicap- ped out Of it. I told him about pull ing them chasers and Iyln' and  stealth, and Inc said that didn't make no difference, that the Judges don't set a guy down forever if he is sorry he done wrong.' He re- nained thinking for a time.
 He didn't have to tell mo to be sorry," he whispered. Honest. [ always was sorry when pulled one of them bum chasers when he was trying. It wasn't square to the horse. This is tho softest bet I ever had" he whispered. I'm going to play it. Theni's good odds-a chanst to win all them things he told mo about and only he sorry. It's like writing your own ticket"
 I found tho little rector very thoughtful and amazed at this new manner of man he had discovered. and when he buried Jaundice the next week he got right down among us and talked about handicaps and weights. and keeping on trying all the time. He talked just as if he had been in the paddock half his life. and the last thing he said was; '1f were hookis I'd lay odds that Jaundlre cashes that last bot"
 
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