Evening star., 1925-05-03

~ INFERENCE o opinion
makes horse races. At the
same time it occasionally
49, produces melodrama, com
edy, tragedy. that reduces
the race to the proportions of a by
product. Old Bushrod Gallatin, in his
prime, never looked further than the
horse race. That he saw real, heart
breaking struggles in speed is a ira
along the edge of the Blue Grass
Legends tell of the many instances
in which his opinions triumphed.
He raced for pleasure and to i'm
prove the breed. Both of these diver
sions he could afford because he had
amaSsed a fortune in land. II he took
a fancy to import from Virginia a
fine, high-spirited sorrel stallion with
which to outdo fellow kentuckians
there could be no criticism. A gen
tleman. in those days, did not mix his
sport and his business any more than
he mixed his drinks.
But with his son, Nimrod, 1t was
another story. Bushrod left his son
the estate, and with it a little red
horse affectionately named Bub.
This little red horse, given his monde
script name because as a yearliDg he
appeared s-ch a hapless, forlorn
runt, proved to be a Yeritable giant
on the turf. Iron hearted, he threw
his small frame into every battle as
an utter sacrifice to the opinion OF
his master, Nimrod, this opinion be-
ing that Bub could outrun and out
game any Thoroughbred.
Nimrod GaIlatin gambled far and
wide, and heavily, on the speed and
stamina of his little red horse. Some
times he won, sometimes he lost, as is
the way with gambling. When MIN
rod died an early and untimely death,
br~.ened by keen realization that he
had squandered his fathers lifetime
of effort, ne left only a fraction of
Ganatin place. This fraction was
heavily incumbered, so that a stern
task confronted his son, Jesse, and his
daughter, Jessamine.
Jessamine, a lovely, soft-voiced,
dark haired girl of nineteen, returned
from Greeribrier after the funeral, her
school work unfinished, because Jesse
decamped, taking with him string
of half a dozen horses, headed by an
other little red horse, Bubbles. son
of old Bub. In Maryland he formed
a partnership with another horseman.
Later he wrote his invalid mother
that he was shipping to Tia Juana.
but he did not state that he was to
race the Jointly owned stable under
his name while his partner, ostenSibly
withdrawing. acted as judge or the
racing. Somebody had TO manage
Gallatin place.
But, mother, Jess surely can't
have gone off and left u.s." Jessamine
protested.
mother replied. i've shown you the
note he left. And you can see for
yourself that he has taken all the
horses with him"
"I've been through the stables.
said Jessamine in dismay. There S
only one little colt left, little red
baby. He can't be a year old. And
then. old Ebenezer is puttering
around"
Jessamine, with the darky's help,
beqan gentling the little red colt.
Thine IS colt was broke" chuckled
the old darky. HE goin' two yeahs
old, this winteh. An JUS lax his
daddy, Bubbles. and his little old
We're through with racing
horses" said Jessamine positively
"Even you ought to be able to see
that" :.
afterward.
"Here's the best-natured little thing
was the first time he ever had saddle
on, and he paid no attention to 1t at
all. Just seems to be bubbling over
with good nature-oh, mother, there
his name"'
where, child?" her mother asked
wearily.
"Bubbling, son of Bubbles, grand
son Of Bub himself" and Jessamine
laughed over her inspiration.
Mrs. Gallatin wore down to a
shadow through the hard, monotonous
Winter The last feeble resistance Of
fered to circumstances, when Jesse
Gallatin deserted. sapped all her
strength. She died in March. Jessa-
mine. usually Of a sunny disposition,
found her burdens more than she
could bear.
"Ebene nezer," she said to the old
darky the day after the funeral, I'm
going down to Lou'v'l for a visit. l
want you to stay and look after the
place for me.
"And when l come back, We'll pitch
in and run this farm the way 1t ought
to be run
CINCE she had not written to say
~ she was coming, Jessamine sur
prised a school friend by telephoning
to announce her arrival in Louisville.
Marian Trimble, after Jessamine ar
rived at her home and told her trou.
bles, took her to see her grandfather,
Colonel jeff Trimble.
MY deah girl" he said, II was a
friend of yo' grandfather, as fine a
gentleman as it was evan my good
fo'tune to meet. I'll be glad to ad-
wise you If I can. Yo' fathah placed
that mo'tgage when land values were
fpR no continued aft will bp
had to renew the loan, so we must