Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-11-17

sluggishness departed, he bore down on his
rivals with irresistible speed.
Once on even terms with the pacemakers
the little Negro rider let out another wrap on
his pastoral mount and the game gelding the
deSpised, neglected, spurned outsider, expanded
his chest drew up few pounds of horsepower
from his bellows and blew down the stretch and
under the wire two full lengths to the merry
with Julius Caesar five or six lengths In front Of
The Lost Chord and the others beaten Of.
And how that crowd did yell when 1t was
apparent to all that nothing short Of q fall
could prevent the son Of MacduR winning!
Losers as well as winners joined in the hula
baloo that followed Tobacco growers, sea food
barons club fellows, country gentlemen, yokels,
bookmakers and common or garden race-track
attendants Wed with each other to pay homage
to McFonso. Even the sedate stewards, the
MeSsrs. Jesse Brown, S. S. Rowland and Sam
uel Ross. Clipped in their dignif1ed braves" to
the general demonstration. And when the game
runner galloped back all dripping to the stand,
with the blood marks on his side, he was
cheered as no other horse had been cheered at
Benning for many day. And he had earned
it, for not only had he proved himself one of
the stoutest murders in training but by his
lion-hearted courage was able to uphold the
honor and glory of his sovereign Common
wealth.
Notwithstanding the remarkable reception
rendered him. the gentle-mannered jumper was
by all odds the coolest and most collected of
any at the party. That he was truly apprecia-
tive of the honor accorded him cannot be gain
said, but deep down in his heart he longed for
the careSSes and plauditS of his loved ones at
Linden. He yearned to feel the gentle touch of
Ma" Keys as she patted his nose, and hear
the simple words of endearment that he knew
would be forthcoming from the lips of his
neighbors Clean limbed and bright, this gal
liant old thoroughbred, as sweet tempered an
animal as ever peeked through bride, craved
these homely attentions, even at the cost of
few infractions of the rules and Inconvenience
of his attendants.
PATIENTLY waiting for the ever-faithful
wilburn to blanket, halter and lead him
back to Ivy City, where he was stalled. the erst-
while outlaw gave no indication Of what was to
take place a few minutes later. he submitted
passively to the usual bath and rundown, but
with the evening ablution over and feeling him
self free from all paraphernalia, he gave q slight
Whitney, perked his ears and made q dash for
home.
Unmindful of the dangers that confronted
him along the route he selected, the homesick
hurdler made Decline for Linden, via Brook
land. thence along the B. & o. Railroad tracks
to Lamond, where he left the ties for the open
road again and continued on to Sligo Taking
no chances of being unduly detained, the feet
footed racer disregarded the attempt Of an aged
toll-gate keeper at the last-named place to COL
lect his tax. Nor did he stop until he reached
his destination. where at the Keys farm he
cleared a 5-foot farm gate, made for the house
and nickered meaningly under the window until
Miss Lizzie Keys answered his call. 1t is need
less to add that the truant was welcomed. After
neghbors summoned and greetings passed,
the hero of Bennng partook Of his supper and
then hit for the hay.
Volumes have been written about the human
like qualities both commendable and otherwise,
SO often displayed by the thoroughbred racer.
The oft-repeated tales of how James r. Keene's
unbeaten Colin would never parade to the post
unless accompanied by his pal, little stable
pony; the almost unbelievable actions of the
grand old black mare Imp who when winning
a race at an advanced age at Gravesend, DELHI
erately turned her head to the band and bowed
to acknowledge the tribute paid her when the
musicians struck up with MY Coal Black
Lady" and the devilish behavior of the vicious
maneater, All Gold, in clinging by the mouth
to the ear of rival to prevent him from win