Evening star., 1925-05-03

red horse, Bubbling. Several times
he held conferences with the bow
legged Buddy Kearns.
After an early morning ramble
around the farm, he seemed very
much excited.
saw that little red colt out in the
fields" he exclaimed "chasin' rabbits,
just like his old gran dad used to do.
Seems full of spirit. A shame he's not
in trainin' 70 the races" And finally,
before leaving for home. he told why
he was so much interested.
"a great international three-yeah-
old race is to be run at the Downs this
Fall" ne said. THE best colt in
France is coming, and the fastest
three-yeah-old that England has pro-
duced this season will be heah.
Americas finest colt Is to be selected,
and a three-co'nuh race is to- be run.
International sweepstakes. fo' a sum
of s50,000. Now, then, if it should
happen that yo' colt Bubblin'-'
But. Coz. Trimble, he doesn't
know anything about racing" pro-
tested Jessamine. Hes only my
riding horse. Besides, there must be
any number Of colts
THAT, my deah, is just the trouble" 4"
interrupted Col. Trimble ken
tucky's best colts have been sold in
the East this yeah. But none Of
them. no. any of the colts at home in
the Blue Grass, stands out above the
rest. In fact, it is an off yeah. and
We seem TO have no colt capable Of
holdin' his own with the French and
English. Now then. if some ownah
appeahs with a colt able to outrun
and outgame the rest, and hold his
own in the sweepstakes, he stands to
make a fo'tune."
"Oh. no.r exclaimed Jessamine.
Horses are not worth so much.'
MY deah. If yo' Bubblin' sh'd hap
pen to be the colt" insisted Col.
Trimble. speaking slowly, "yo' could
buy back yo' grandfathah's ground,
the remaindah of yo days. AT
least" he concluded, until such time
as some fo'tunate and sensible young
gentleman sh'd come along an"
He wound up with a bow to substi-
tute for the words he had intended.
The friends departed. Jessamine
had Bubbling saddled and. as Col.
Trimble and his granddaughter en-
tered their car, she galloped down the
driveway and out upon the road.
There. giving the colt his head she
let him run a half-mile at his best
Col. Trimble, amazed, stepped on the
gas and followed her, an eye upon the
speedometer. He gasped in surprise
and then a twinkle came into his eyes.
with girl riding, and on a rough
country road, no trainin', and" but
he stopped muttering to himself as
Jessamine reined down the little red
horse and whirled out to the side of
the road.
Goodbye. goodbye" Jessamine
waved.
THE twinkle in old Col. Trimble's s
eyes must have lasted for some
time. His surprise crystallized into
action, too, for within the week a mes.
senger came out from town in fiiv-
yer to inform Jessamine that Louis
Vile was calling her by long-distance.
To save time, she clamored into the
machine and rode back with the mes
senger. The call proved to be from
Marian.
"Gran'dad is shipping you some
men," said Marian. Two Of them,
on approval. Ones millionaire,
Rexford Dawson, the New York capi.
talist, manufacturer, politician and
gentleman sport. The other i. his
secretary"
DO they need country air?" de-
manded Jessamine.
father is trying to sell them Bub-
bling"
Jessamine, disrnayed at the thought
OF parting from her best friend, hur.
rfed home, urging the driver Of the
f1ivyer to make speed.
Sure enough, there were two young
men, Ebenezer, Buddy, and her friend
Bubbling, the little red horse, son of
Bubbles, grandson of Bub, and great.
grandson Of the fiery sorrel stallion
from Virginia. One of the visitors, a
tall, slender young chap in a loud
checked suit, was examining Bub-
bling's legs ard feet. Him she iden.
tilted at once as Mr.. Dawson, and re-
sentiment leaped to her tongue. The
other newcomer, a quiet looking
blond and blue-eyed man Of apparent.
ly 20 years, stood to one side, listen.
ing to old EbeneZer, who, absently
holding q halter strap, was talking
steadily.
The quiet young man turned in sur
prise, and quickly took off his straw
hat. Good afternoon" he said in a
pleasant voice. Miss Gallatin?"
ut seems to me-" said Jessamine
quickly, that your employer there is
mighty familiar with other peoples
property. Take your hands off that
horse, sir" she commanded, raising
her voice.
"No offense, Miss Gallatin,' said
the blond young man, looking at her
quizzically. I'm Willie Garfong
Mr.. Dawson's racing secretary" he
added, bowling slightly, and then
turned to the other. man. "Mr. Daw
son." he said, 'let me introduce you
to Miss Gallatin. Mr.. Rexford Daw.
son, Miss Gallatin. Oh, Mr.. Dawson
If you please, Miss GaIlatin prefers
that you do not examine the colt"
The slim young man in the loud
check suit, surprised, turned away
from Bubbling, looked at Garfong
and raised his hat to Jessamine.
"Mr. Dawson's friend, Col. Trim
BILE of Louisville" explained Garfong
thought that you would not object
to our looking at the colt. He sug
gested we call, and asked us to pre-
sent his compliments
Jessamine replied that she had nc
objection to talking about Bubbling
but added she had no intention OF
selling him. Then she instructed
Ebenezer and Buddy to put the colt
"a "a