The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-09-03
CAST OE CHARACTERS

LINDA GORDON-heroine. She
gave up Manhattan to return to
her Blue Grass.
BRUCE RADFORD --. nc~sps-
permn. He would give M any
thing for Linda.
UNCLE ShNDT-horsemsn. He
would give up anything, too. for
good horse.
MONTE HII.I.-rich racing de-
votec. lie also wanted Linda.
Golden Toy goes to Monte Hill
for $4,000 after a battle OF bid
ding.
CHAPTER VI
Monte Hill staggered up tn the
auctionccr. Took out checkhook
and pen. How do | make out
this check
"Wcll. now" Mr.. Jankins
heSitated.
"Wait a minute" Linda Cor
don was pushing forward. Monte
thought he had this colt. did he?
She'd show him a thing or two.
"Mr. Jenkins, YOU said cash on
the barrcl-hcad-no checks ac-
cepted. If he can give a piece
of paper" she left the sentence
unfinished.
The crowd caught the idea. Be-
gan shouting: I'm give YOU
pretty check. Mr.. Jenkins" Take
my check. mister" Donald forced
himself TO Linda'S side, carried on
like relay runner: is this
check sale. or cash sale? II this
mans checks are good. so are
mine"
The auctionccr raised hand
for quiet. Hill turned to Linda.
You know me, Miss Gordon. My
checks are good at Saratoga; are
they good here
Linda looked him straight in
the eye. Said: I'm Okaying no
checks - I'm buying a colt, for
cash" She glanced up: Mr.. AUG
tionccr. do I get the colt"
Mr.. Jenkins cleared his throat.
Frowncd down at Hill, mister.
did YOU run that colt up without
enough cash, OF a certified check
to pay for him."
II don't carry that much cash
with me-" Hill flashed back. My
checks"
Don't want en-, my friend:
Last cash bid was eight hundred
the auctionccr went into his
sing-soug-''do | hear the thou
sand" He did not. "Sold. To the
young lady. for cash on the bar
rel-hcad."
The auctiouCcr jumped to the
ground. Donald held out hand
to Linda; in it were four 800
bills. "You pay" he whispered.
Linda put the bills with her
money and. carrying out the an
Cicnt southern custom, laid $500
on the head of the key.
Here's your bill o sale, Miss.
Big Roy, give the colt to the lady,
and bring out that nice little
bay"
Old Sandy Gordon took the
halter-rein from Big Boy. led the
colt to the fence. Linda turned
away from the chagrined Hill,
motioned TO Donald to follow
her. Uncle Sandy. this is our
partner. Mr.. Donald"
Brown Donald" the young
man said, taking the uncle's
gnarled fist. Brown Donald !.
Where had Linda heard the
name? Somewhere in connection
with this racing game.
A tall figure doomed over them
Monte Hill. He ignored the girl,
the young man. Said: MIR. Sandy,
you don't know me, but when you
were winning with Beau Mardi
at Saratoga. | was a kid selling
programs at the track. | just want
to say"
He smiled at them; spoke as if
he harbOrCd no bitterness,
you've got the SmarteSt niece in
America. If she hadn't spoken,
my check would have been taken.
But all'S fair i'm a horse deal" He
turned to Linda: II caught on,
that you two were joining forces.
You've rot an ariStOcratic part
ucr but | sort of wish you had
had teamed up with me-"
She smiled, too. but it came
hard. Maybe would have.
Monte, but you said women and
racing don't mix"
His face hardened. They
don't"
Brown Donald lifted eyebrows.
Don't Ch? Wen show you Il
thing OF two"
"Show me-"
Yes, you" Donald spoke with
It'll take more than a fancy