Evening star., 1934-03-25

forward and fixed with blue
eyes, out of a red, scrubbed face. the boy
before her.
-Danny," she pleaded, Il don't care what
else happens. Watch out for yourself! Those
two would do anything to win. think
they'd-kil somebody.
Danny Dolan, miniature all good jockeys
should be, looked up at the vast, concerned
countenance His freckles forgot to crease in
his customary smile; his eyes lighter blue
than Mother Lanes, clouded; fighting quality
tensed in his mouth and chin.
you're telling me- Mother!' he returned
soberly. He needed just three races to gradu-
ate from his apprentice allowance. Memory
still painted vividly how nearly his career had
ended, how suddenly he had skirted death,
how close he had come to diSgrace-an end
to bright silks, Gathering hoofs, thrilling
finishes.
"Just leave it to me-" he pleaded and his
eyes twinkled. I've got it all figured out"
But how, Danny? How can you be sure
they won't get you?"
The -colored hair came closer conf
Dental
Read the program" the boy teased. "The
answers written there, right under the horses
name"
TOM CARUZZI and Peter Wurtz, unscrupu-
lous jockeys who worked together SO
smoothly the officials could prove nothing had
framed Danny and framed him hard, in the
previous years running Of the Princes Town
Handicap, just when the diminutive Irish
American rider was becoming favorably known.
Today, at Princes Town again, Danny was
not concerned about $4,000 stake. Just
a purse, a moderate purse, but he was riding
Mother Lanes horse. the only horse the old
lady had ever owned. And she needed the
purse
Indications were plain for another attempted
frame-at least an attempt to knock the Lane
DannV wasn't taking
a second dose, not sitting still.
Mother Lane had come by the colt through
that same bigness Of heart that had caused her,
years before, to adopt Lila Graham, now the
apple of Danny's eye; that had moved her to
argue hotly with reporters, during the 30-day
suspension when Dannys reinstatement looked
: doubtful Everybody liked her; a quarter Of
century at the tracks had made her privileged
character; her sincerity and unshakable faith
carried the day for Danny
The colt Danny was to ride had been joke
horse since birth. The morning after he was
foaled Col. Spottiswoode of Kentucky. his
breeder, stared at him in dismay.
What do you think we ought to call this
thing. Sam?" he asked the grinnng stable boy.
"Sassafras," replied the boy instantly. HE
always rootin' aroun,."
The color's about right, too" the colonel
agreed, laughing. Weak tea"
When bankers troubles caused all the
Spottiswoode racers to 60 under the auction
eer's hammer, Mother Lane watched the sale.
Everything went. At the very last, Sam, half
ashamed, led out a gangling, over-boned, leggy
yearling. The auctioneer perspired, did his
best Laughter, wisecracks. No bids
what will they do with it?" Mother Lane
asked q neighbor.
Shoot it. probably. Don't look worth oats"
Mother Lane pressed forward
I'll take the pony she volunteered. "n
you're going to give it away"
'Welf'-the man in riding breeches
scratched his head-"I don't know as I've
authority to do that. Would you bid a dollar.
Mrs Lane?" ht'.i5- <' th-si -ft'f |7>l
Yes. will" 'sff -ttith -'|>t -