The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-09-08
CHAPTER TX

Linda was awakened next morn ing by a Woman's strong voice call- ing: You Norman! You triflin' sta- ble-han'! Come here an clean the Miss car"
 Linda raised her head grinned; that would be Sis Callie Tomp- kins, the new cook with the powerful bad temper. A man an- swered from the stable: ITS busy with this here colt"
 Amt no sech thing. You done feed an rum him. You come on and clean this car; young Miss may want 1t today"
 Linda was going to ave use for it---sooner than she thought.
 Uncle Sandy met her in the dining room. Grumbled about hiring a cook. Norman and me been gettin' along" he said tartly, Linda looked across the table.
 I'm paying her wages, Uncle Sandy" she announced. The kitchen, came in, bearing platter of bacon and eggs.
 She smiled broadly at Linda "Is Callie TompKlns, Miss Linda Sandy Gordon squirmeo in his chair. Didn't look up. Linda smiled at the immaculte Callie. Then I shan't worry about the house, Callie." She added one sentence that endeared her to the cook; You might keep an eye on Norman, too.' Her uncle looked up quickly. "1l tend to Norman"
 Ca,Ee paid no heed to him, but beamed on Linda. He sho' needs lot O stirrin' up, Miss Linda. l." she broke of to answer the phone.
 Telegram for Miss Gordon? Yes, suh, here she iS." Coliie gave the receiver to Linda, who had sprung into the hallway, he" heart pounding. Could this be from Bruce?
 The station agent in tic nearest town was saying: "a telegram, and he wants an answer"
 "Read 1t, please" Suppose Bruce was asking her
 BYt 1t wasn't from Bruce. It read:
 MAN O WAR BoBs INTO LIMELIGHT AGAIN STOP WILL YOU GO TO PARKWAY FARMS GET EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH HORNE STOP THIRTY FIVE HUND RE D SNAPPY WORDS, NOTHING TRITE STOP WHAT DOES HE THINK OF IMPROVING BREED OF MEN TO KEEP STEP WITH IMPROV- ING BREED OF HORSES STOP RUSH ANSWER"
 The name signed was Moss. The Moss who had offered to make her staff writer on his magazine. This was the kind of assignment shed be covering if she had gone with him. Linda drew in deep breath. Last night she had wanted to throw 1t all up, go back to New York. But that would be quitting. She had determined to stay, face the music she had called.
 No where was chance to slide back
 I'll take your answer, Miss Gordon"
 "The answer is--" she hesitated, Saidi Just one word. Yes"
 She made her decision in a flash: i: but she wasn't running out! She was staying here. She'd cover this one assignment; that was all Moss ask ed. He'd pay her well; and she was going to need plenty of cash. You don't put horse into training on hope alone. Then, too, 1t would do nc harm to keep her writing hand in Uncle Sandy looked up inquir- ingly when she returned to the table. Uncle Sandy, I'm leaving for 8 week or two"
 He glared at her. Thought you came to stay"
 T did. But this is chance to pick Up some cash"
 "How?"
 She laughed. By making Man O War talk"
 He leaned back, hands on table "What you talking about?"
 She explained. "Of all the fool ideas!" He shook his mead.
 of course, it's foolish" she said, "but it's the sort of yarn race-mad folk will read. Uncle Sandy. That is, if I deliver the goods"
 She got up. "I1l make hun dred or two"
 H-m-ml There was money in this writing business.
 Now, Uncle Sandy" she spoke In such forceful tones that his jaw dropped; this young 'un was talk ing to him like a millionaire owner! "Never mind what Brown Donald suggested. You get Golden Toy in condition to run in the Jockey Club Stakes at the Downs this fall. If you think he needs an educational race say about Eix ff1rInnpe--then drnn him in a