Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1939-11-17

ed in Piedmont and loathed any men
ton of racing and horses, the 18-year-
old girl was utterly alone.
whenever it happens, Artichokes,
call me-" she had given firm orders.
'sNo matter what hour Of the day or
night"
But when the moment came that
Sweet Alice gave her bleating whin-
nv for human aid in the foaling barn,
Heather's hopes twisted and died and
were reborn million times Sweet
Alice was dead two hours later.
Heather and Artichokes carried from
the foaling barn into the warm Span
ish living room of the farmhouse a
long-legged, scrawny, idiotic looking
creature with an immense hammer
head that hung dismally from Heath
er's arm.
"Artichokes!" she said reverently,
wrapping the strange looking brood
ling in white blanket. "Isn't he
beautiful! I never saw anything so
magnificent. Not white hair on him
black as coal. He looks exactly like
Coronado!"
"Looks jes' like another colt to mel"
thought Artichokes privately.
Suddenly Heather's eyes filled with
tears. But they were hopeful and
happy tears.
Visions of great races, great crowds
and another, reincarnated Coronado.
The next day Heather put her colt
in the private paddock her father had
built for the day when Coronado would
go into retirement. She sat on the
white-washed fence and gazed at the
colts clumsy attempts to pull tassels
of waving clover from their mornings.
For the first time she found flaws
in her treasure.
"Look at him, Artichokes!" she ex-
claimed. "Why, his knees are just
like big knobs. How in the world
will he ever be able to run with legs
like that?"
Coronado looked wussern dat when
he was a sucklin' -, Artichokes re-
piled.
"Neber can tell til you get 'em to
the post If dey wa any way Of
tellin', Mr.. Belmont would neber have
sold Man O'War to Mr.. Riddle for
five thousand dollars as a yearlin'.
No ma'am!"
Heather fed the new colt from a
formula outlined by Doc Boles, the
Carmel veterinarian. After that she
nursed him with baby's bottle.
"Artichokes," she asked one day,
show do they name horses?"
"Oh," he shrugged, "some of 'em
after candy bars, or battleships. Or
wives or" :.
"Candy bars!" Heather thought dis
gustedly. "Well, my little knight err
rant
"Knight Errant! Artichokes!" she
cried. "That's what I'm going to call
him."
And she murmured the name again
and again, caressingly:
Knight Errant."
Heather ran to the white pebbled
brook that ran through the pacture,
'cupped her hands the icy mountain
water and sprinkled the remaining
drops on the colts cowlicked name as
though to christen him.
AS the days wore on Heather be-
came concerned over the colts lack
of companionship. She tried putting
a matronly old brood mare named
Della in the paddock with him. But
after few days, Della actually saw
aged (attacked) him.
Heather found Knight Errant one
morning covering in a corner of the
pasturet Fearful lest this experience
had created in his mind timidity
toward all other animals, she bought,
through the remount service at the
Monterey Preside, a little cold blood
colt to pasture with him. A "cold
blood" is only part thoroughbred, but
most of them can outrun thorough
bred for a quarter of mile.
In the meantime, Slim Maynard and
Snapper Elliott were doing all right
at Tanforan.
Slim was having a run of luck. To-
gether with Spanner, he was keeping
knee deep in the folding money that
had been so elusive at Santa Anita.
Slim had Unanswered couple of nice
parlays.
Snapper took handler route. He
had rare flair for elbowing his way