The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-09-13
Q SERIAL STORY
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BY CHARLES B. FARMER

word. Linda stood still a moment.
Heard his footsteps die out. a
catch came in her throat
She shook her head. None o
that. girl" she told herself
grimly: sat down at the typcwrit-
CT again. began pounding the
keys.
Four days later Uncle Sandy
asked. Read the entries this
morning"
No. she hadn't. She. too. was
busy writing. The old horseman
shifted. And you the owner!
Golden Toy dropped him into
a condition race this afternoon.
Six furlonES.'
"Why-why didn't you tell nc
you were going to? | thought you
had decided to hold him back for
the stakes"
He needs cducatin' you be in
the paddock at o'clock"
And at / o'clock Norman led
the blanketed colt into the en-
closure. The saddle bell rang;
Wallets troopcd in with their
Jockeys tack. Norman brought
the colt up; Uncle Sandy skilltully
saddlcd him. Then jockeyS-the
sun Flashing on their SilkS-camc
down the tcnbark path. Said the
trainer: Il got Mardcr ridin'-
hest boy there be for handlm' a
green 2-year-old.'
\ Jockey in the scarlet Jacket.
purple cross SaShcS and sleeves Of
the Gordon colors stopped at their
stall. He had the build Of a
STRIPPING. the face of a maturcd
man. Listen to me, Marder.
Uncle Sandy was giving last
minute instructions; this here
colt has early foot-and he's a
slayer. Get out in front-puSh
him-make every post winnin'
one. Understand"
Marder. who had ridden thou
sand horses to victory, nodded:
said nothing. Chcwed gum as if
unconcerned. The buglC sounded
the call to the post. The Jockey
grasped the reins with one hand.
his saddle with the other. up
you go" Uncle Sandy threw him
up. The horses paraded out.
Linda. her nerves a-ianglC,
went with Uncle Sandy into the
infield, to watch the race closely.
"If there amt no post delay"
the trainer muttered. Then
They're off"
The shout went up from the
stands as the field shot out from
the starting gate. "Durn if he
didn't get out in front" Uncle
Sandy said. as great golden ami
NAL, ridden by Jockey in scarlet
and purple. Streaked ahead Of the
pack. Hes opened daylight-ycs.
sir. we got a right good colt. L"
Uncle Sandy spoke iudically.
"Now they comm to the turn
he's opening up more daylight
Whoa. there" the trainer
shouted excitcdly. His trained
eyes saw it first. Now Linda saw
and her heart seemed to stop.
Golden Toy was running wide
coming into the stretch-runniuG
to the outside fence-Mardcr was
fighting him
"Oh. shucks" Uncle Sandy cx-
claimed. Come on--race is over
for us" But it wasn't-auitc. The
colt lost half dozen lengths on
the run-out: but Marder. speeding
him along the tow-path by the
outer rail. managed to finish
third.
The disappointed crowd-Gold-
en- Toy had been heavily played
Missed and booed as Mardrr
rode back to weigh out. Uncle
Sandy took Linda'S arm. "Don't
worry. hOney-the crowds always
a fool" he said.
Marder slid from the colt,
jerked the saddle off. weighed
out, then came to nclc Sandy a. n
diSgruntled Norman blankctCd the
colt and led him away.
what happened. SON." Uncle
Sandy asked.
Mardcr took deep breath.
Said: awful sorry. boss-hut |
couldn't help it. We was three
quarters around the turn was
holding him steady. then. like u
flash a. lightnin. he shot to the
rail"
Uncle Sandy nodded. Repeated
the tracks oldest phrase. Better
luck next time" Then. 81 want
YOU for the stakes. son. We'll
break him of that" The trainer
started back to the stable. To cool
ont the colt. Linda went through
the gate onto the clubhouse lawn
And almost ran into Monte Hills
arms.
"linda, ! Just shipped in from
New York. Been looking for YOU {;
then | saw the Toy entered. Knew
I'd find YOU at the finish. Come
nn-l'vC rot something impor-
tant to toll YOU"
Ito be CNnCluded)
An average oak tree cvaporatCS
about $4,000 Gallons Of water in