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

and the whole field passed over him.
Crushed and Senseless, he was hur-
ried to the nearest hospital, and there
he remained for six months.
Devlin saw the fall, and his only
comment was, We'll, there goes a
pile n dough-
Hospital fees were charged to Billy
Ten Topper under the general head
ing of stable expense" but the young
millionaire. in Paris at the time,
knew nothing of the accident. The
New York tracks closed and Devlin
undertook an Autumn campaign in
Kentucky. Other youngsters rode for
him, but they had not the class of
Marty Kreuger. Damn that kid"
said Hippo. He had no. business get
ting hurt
irons, Kitty Keller knew her eggs
and coffee" which was the highest
compliment they could pay her. \
wise little kid and tough as they
make 'em. but her eyes laughed and
her soul was clean. An orphan and
the sister of three jockeys, she had
kept house for them until one after
another they married and established
homes of their own. Kitty stayed on,
shaving at the track Chow counters.
When intelligence finally replaced
his long period of torpor, Marty
kreuger opened his eyes to find Kitty
Keller leaning over his cot.
Alta OF boy" whispered the little
waitress. Come on, you Marty, Who
said YOU couldn't win? Gee, kid, at
was long ride. Lie still, now, I'll
do all the applaudin' necessary"
He got his first kiss, and she rang
for the nurse.
Pipe what's in the winners circle,
Tnld IN nIa In
by. Marty, I'm due for IA noon work
out, but I'll be back when I've crashed
the Dishes
And back she came, to sit long
hours at his bedside. giving him all
she had of courage and humor and
philosophy. What need OF medicine,
doctors or nurses when little Kitty
Keller was there to hold his hand, tell
him all the track gossip and whisper
between funny stories: Marty, you
look lige a million dollars. Gee, kid,
I'll be tickled to see you in silk
again!"
The time came when Marty was
able to leave the hospital, leaning on
the arm of the little waitress.
It's like this" he explained to his
sweetheart. Cant tell whether I'm
there or not until I get in a race or
two. If l can still boot EN- home.
why, you anu NE, money, are Il clHCn
to go the route. But no jock can
support family by riding losers.
Babe, that's the gospel"
We'll, the gospel amt down on
my bill of fare" said Kitty. Long
as You love me I'll go to the post
any time you're ready, and l don't
care a rap whether the tracks fast
or muddy. Get in your stride, Marty.
and when you're ready We'll double
up and run it out together"
Girl, oh girl" he told her. "Ats
pledging yourself sweet and pretty
If / can't bring EN- home with that
kind of backing my name amt Marty
kreuger
He telegraphed Deviin. who was at
Tia Juana, Mexico, and Jake sent him
transportation, with orders TO come
on at once.
TN wait" said Kitty, kissing him
goodbye. And I'll write YOU once
a. week regular. And remember,
Marty, III always love you, SO don't
fall for any of them Mexican dolls"
1--WE days on the train, reinforced
by the long spell of GONZALES,
cence, during which he had plenty
of food and rest. told it's story when
Marty stepped on the scales at Tia
Juana under the observing eyes of his
owner. The bar balanced at 122
pounds. Hippo exploded.
"Wha'dye mean-you was ready to
ride? Look at 'em scales"
Marty was frightened. Gee, boss,
1 never knew I'd gone up like that.
Honest, I didn't! But-Ill take it off
I can do a hundred an ten; I'm sure
of it,!
You'll do better than that or you
won't ride for me-
The human mountain waddled off
Indignantly, leaving the money rider
pale and thoughtful. The next morn
ing Marty started on the Jockeys
road to Calvary"
Swathed in 70 feet of rubber ban
dages and wearing two suits of
clothes, Marty did his road work I'M
der the intense heat of a Mexican
sun. Five miles in the morning and
another five in the afternoon. There
were other jockeys. condemned to
similar labor: but Hippos boy was
the road-hound of them all.
Yet in the limit, Marty" they
called to him. as he logged past.
Don't worry" he laughed. AN
other ten days, and I'll be showing
you birds the way to the wire
Twice daily old Doggie Brown, who
had once been a star rider and was
now valet, undreSsed the boy, while
Marty stood swaying weakly in
pool of his own sweat. The rubber
bandage was unwound, yard after
ward The heavy fannelS were un-