Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-06-15
Of Course There
Is a Horse in the
Story, bntHe Does
Not Run q Verv
Fast Race The
Interest Centers
Ar0und a. GoMeu-
Haired Girl.


small check mark opposite name
In the Havana entries, fifth race He now
picked up his luncheon check .ighed gently
and assembled four dimes on the marble top of
the restaurant table.
He drew nickel from his pocket. hesitated
and put it back again under the walters coldy
Scrutinizng eye. The waiter had a frustrated
look People especially people like Cato Jones'
were forever putting the tip back into their
Booklets
Cato swept the dimes into his palm hastily
and approached the cashiers desk On the
way he passed detected figure seated at an
end table He stopped short and swung around
to touch the young man on the shoulder
Bill Briggs, as live and breathe!" he greet
ed warmly.
The young man glanced I'D "Oh it's Won
is it?"
Cato slid expertly into the chair opposite
pocketing his dimes. Whats the matter old
top?" he inquired affably
My WIFE" said Bill in hollow tone has
left me-"
oh" said Cato and reached for the celery.
Nibbling stalk of this, he raised commiserat-
ing eyes to his friend. Women" he announced,
'are terrible"
Yes" agreed Bill, bleakly, "of course you
know all about EN-"
II understand them" said Cato modestlv.
"Delicacy and tact are required. And" he
considered carefully, "of course you ought not
to carry on the way you do, Bill"
"'Huh?" said Bill. What are you talking
about?"
Il saw you" Cato shook his head disapprov-
ingly and buttered roll. You were at Langs
Orpheum with Grade blonde"
Bill glared Then hopeless expression over
spread his features. THE young woman I was
with on Monday is my ward, the daughter of
my oldest friend"
Yes, yes, of course" said Cato. soothingly.
''But you should pick one with less extraor-
binary hair. And such earrings! My wordl"
She's my ward said Bill stubbornly. How
did know how she was going to look?"
Too bad to waste that salad, you're not eat
ing thing" Cato drew the plate toward him.
then paused suddenly with a stricken look at
say-this Is not the ward who was cleaned out
in the races?"
The same" said Bill bitterly, ION that sure
fire tip Of yours"
"Oho," weakly
''Oho," repeated Bill land now she's down
here and wants her money"
Well. you're not blaming me because IRON
sides slipped and fell a muddy track, are
you?"
I'm blaming you that the girls money isn't
IN safe real estate mortgages-where it was"
Well, thought we'd make money for her
poor little orphan tike living in place called
Whoops Ferry something"
"Goopers Ferry"
We'll, put yourself in her place What
Ferry?"
she wants to run a tea room" said Bill dis
consolately and she wants her money-2OO
berries"
CATO blinked Thoughtfully he called the
waiter and ordered more salad dressing.
~You saved 500 out of the wreck Can't you
dip her that on account?"
Bill shook his head. 'She wants the whole
1000 for a tea room. And of course she thinks
I've got it,
What may ask, has all this got to do
with Irenes leaving you?"
Bill gave him whitening look "She left ON
account Of Guinevere."
"Guin-what?"
Her name is Guinevere," sadly 1T would
or Hermoine, she will grow up to look like
that"
"Guinevere" said Cato dreamily. That's
extraordinary"
Bill sported. when Guinevere- Miss Fen
tTeSs-wrote that she was coming down of
course I asked her to stay with us. I'd never
seen her"
Don't tell me Irene was jealous?"
We'll, Guinevere burst upon like the sun
ut high noon, with Greta Carlo haircut and
q brace of poodles under her arm"
Say no more, my boy! saw her. The
wife, of course, doesn't know about our-er-
little faSco on the turf?"
She does not, you well know. She told
me if l ever entered into any of your goofy
Schemes-that she would leave me fiat"
Cato sighed. "A nice girl, Irene, but impul-
sive."
so she kept asking me why didn't give
Guinevere her money and let her go home"
And you kept stalling?"