Evening star., 1925-05-03
A Tingling Story of the Turf.

try to obtain anothah, on better terms.
With the proceeds of the new loan we
can wipe out the old one, using what
can be made from this yeah's crops.
I'll ask friend of mine in yo' country
to look ovah yo' land and advise what
is best 70 this yeah. Fu'thehmo', I'll
| advance temporary loan to finance
yo plantin'--"
You'll do nothing Of the kind" in.
terposed Jessamine. II came merely
to ask for advice. not for money"
Jessamine. encouraged by the col.
onelS advice and assistance, cut short
her stay and FASTENED back home.
Arrived at her front door, she
turned bitterly homeSick and heart.
sick for an instant, the reason being a
quaVering old voice easily identified
as Ebenezers singing:
Tn young folks roll on tn little cabin
fio'
All happy"
"F'r the luva Mike, boy, cut out
that weepin', will you?' a strange,
rough voice demanded. Jessamine
started in surprise. Never been in
Kentucky before in my life, but VII
have me bawlin' in q minute"
"Eb.' called Jessamine, opening the
frort door. "Ebenezer"
Ola Ebenezer, shuffling painfully
through the house, greeted her warm.
ly in his surprise.
Il had to hurry. Eb." she explained.
There's work to do, for it's late now
to be starting the crops. But"-and
she lowered her voice-"who was that
yelling?"
That? oh, yes, ma am" explained
Ehenezer, eagerly seeking her ap-
proval. That's Mistah Buddy Kuhns.
jockey TO Mistah Jesse Done got
sick, and was th'owed off'n his hoss,
and all. Mistah Jesse tol him IL he
got back in these pats at we'd take
ca of him. So I TUX him in. Yes,
ma am. Yes'm. tha's who it's"
Next morning Col. Trimbfe's friend
arrived, and with her aid inspected
the farm. riding horseback over every
acre of 1t. In the afternoon she rode
into town with him, arranged for
the use of some farm machinery,
employed three men. visited the bank,
and then rode home again.
Little Buddy Kearns regained his
strength gradually and asked TO be
permitted to stay and help with the
work. Jessamine turned over to him
the stables and the horses, including
those borrowed and newly purchased
for the farm work, as we'll as little
red Bubbling.
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nNE bright July morning Jessamine
galloped Bubbling on the road to
town. Her bobbed black hair blowing
in the breeze. her face burned brown
by an undefied Kentucky sun, she
presented picture. A smile to re.
veal her snow-white teeth would have
set off the even brown complexion.
but, being a serious minded business
woman OF 81, intent on an errand,
she had nothing over which to smile.
Only the bright sparkling of her
vivid black eyes, betokening the rug
ged health of her strong. slim body.
relieved the smooth tan.
MIME, Minie!" she heard a girls
voice calling from a big touring car.
Refining down the eager Bubbling,
she turned back through the dust.
rs this my roomie, bookworm, and
belle OF the ball?" demanded Marian
Trimble. "Or some Creole bell a-hunt.
ing Of a lover?'
"a masterpiece in brown, by that
old master, Nature" explained the
gallant old Col. Trimble, stepping out
of his car and lifting his hat
Only a poor workin woman, in q
workin' woman's Clothes" laughed
JeSsamine.
"And this is the little red hoss?"
asked Col. Trimble, cycling the colt.
my deah, have you got him in train
in'?"
mo. indeed" replied Jessamine
scornfully. mo racing for Bubbling.
But he gets lot Of exercise. I ride
him all over the farm, through
plowed fields, and to town and back
all the time. But he does look little
bit drawn, doesn't he? Ill-do you
no &c
putting him on short rations?"
She told the story Of her brothers
jockey. The old colonel looked
thoughtful.
But there's no use holding q con.
vention out here in the hot sum-" said
Jessamine. Lets go back home, and
I'll see that you all are made com.
Portable after your trip"
Don't you have business in town."
asked Marian. Leave the colt here,
and We'll run you in and back in a
jiffy."
"Well, I really ought to CO." Jessa.
mine agreed. my errand will take
only a few minutes, but it ought to
bling back home by himself" She
jumped down from the running board
Of the car, headed the colt about, and
slapped him on the flank. go home
Bubbling," she said.
Bubbling loped off down the road
toward home.
"Will he go?" demanded Col. Trim.
BILE, Mortified. "I never saw race
hoss treated so conf1dentially befo'.'
X x X X
THE Trimbles, grandfather and
l. daughter, spent three days with
Jessamine. Old Col. Trimble was loud
in his praise of Jessamine's manage
ment.