The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-09-15
SERIAL STORY
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BY CHARLES B. FARMER

ming wide into the stretch
Golden Toy was bearing out,
carrying Merry Maid with him.
THAT durn colt" Sandy Gordon
began, then changed his tune.
Nope - Marder's got him; they
Just went out a little way-they
comm home in the middle O. the
track"
Down the last two furlongs the
colt and the ally pounded - neck
and neck.
"Uncle Sandy Uncle Sandy!
Come onl" In excitement Linda
seized the horseman's arm, started
toward the finish line. He ran
with her; Norman trotting along
side. "Lawdy, lawdy - what a fin
ish, what flnish" Norman
shouted, as the stands burst into
hysterical shouts.
A great golden chestnut dark
bay-they shot under the wire to-
gether noses on line
Uncle Sandy stopped. "Durn if
ain afraid" he didn't finish
the thought.
"Uncle Sandy - did we win - did
we VIM" Linda spoke huskily, as
the remainder of the field gal
Hoped past the finish. Sandy Cor
don shook his head doubtfully.
IT don't know - honey - 1t was
mighty close. Look-the signl"
A sign flashed from the bulletin
board
PHOTOGRAPH FINISH
"The judges" Uncle Sandy said
calmly, "they goin' to look at the
picture $50 took from top O. the
grandstand. The nag whose nose
touches the wire In that picture
he or she wins. Won't take but
minute for that high-speed cam
era to show EN-"
He led her to the vacant win
ner's circle, by the judges stand.
In moment the horses would
canter back, the jockeys weigh
out
A buzzing sound overhead - a
metal carrier slid down a trolley
from the grandStand to the judges.
1t held the picture. With her heart
pounding furiously, Linda saw the
Judges take 1t outlook at it--nod
in agreement. The senior Judge rose
pushed a button
A light flashed on the bulletin
board:
RESULT
No. /
Golden Toy won!
"Wait-tain't official yet" Uncle
Sandy warned, as Linda turned,
exulting, to him. "Why-what could
there be" she broke off, as she saw
Monte Hill step from the group OF
trainers, meet Merry Maid as the
filly galloped back. She saw Monte
grab his Jockeys shoulder, heard his
tense voice:
"You were fouled, boy-the colt
took you wide. Go claim a FOUL!
Linda her face white, turned
to her uncle. Trouble showed on
his face. wait till Marder gets
back - here he Is" he said, as
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by the winners circle.
Don't lead him in yet" a judge
called from the pagoda. Monte
Hill and his jockey were with the
judges, talking excitedly. Sud-
denly light flashed on the bull
letin board--a gigantic gasp went
up from the stands: s...
FOUL CLAIMED
Marder swung to the ground.
IT didn't foul him, Mr. Sandy"
he protested.
IT know you didn't, son; come
on, they Is calm us up"
Sandy Gordon, Linda, and the
Jockey went up the stairs into the
judges stand. The senior judge
spoke:
"Marder, Jockey Heck claims
you fouled him - ran him wide
coming into the stretch"
1T didn't" Marder's jaw shot
out aggressively. "This colt did
run wide last week ran to the
fence. was lookin' for 1t this
time-holdin' him In. Comm into
the stretch we were comm SC
fast-we Just naturally swung out
bit - Merry Maid happened tc
be on the outside but we didn't
touch her-we Strengthened out In
the middle Of the track-and we
outrun her to the wire"
The judges conferred moment
The senior looked up: 1.-THE foul Is
his face was stern-"disallowedl u
Linda Gordon looked at Monte
Hill--shook her head, turned hei
back on him, forever.
They were sitting at the dinner
table in cottage behind thu
track: Sandy Gordon, Linda
Bruce. "Uncle, I'm giving you one
third-$l0000 - OF our win ant
, sales money" Linda said, with
, fond smile. 1.-THE rest goes"
, "Goes into an annuity Tor you,
Bruce spoke quickly.
Uncle Sandy nodded. II cal
buy three-four right nice 3-year
Odds with my money"
'Callie", Linda smiled up at thu
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