New Britain Herald Newspaper, April 19, 1924, Page 13

“ TALES OF THE TURF By Hugh S. Fullerton Copyright, 1923, by The McClure Newspaper Syndicate. I-“HARDSHELL"” GAINES ['{ ARDSHELL” Gainés was the only name we knew him by, although had any- one been sufeiently interested to look through the list of registered otwners of race-horses he would have learned that Hardshell had beén christened James Buchanan Gaines. The nafme might also have furnished a elus as to his age. Tradition was that he came from somewhere in Pennsylvania, as he Spoke sometimes of the horses “up the valley”; but beyond the fact that he had a farm in Tennessee, where ke bred and tralned the horses he raced nothing was set down in the “Who's Whe" of the turf. He was called Hardshell because he had once explained the difference be- tween the Hardstell Baptists, to which denomination he belonged, and the Washfoots, He was an old man, thin and poorly dressed in bhggy garments which carriéd the odor of horses and were covered with horse hairs. He loved horses, lived with them and for them and by them. In those days he emerged from his hiberna- tibn on the Tennessee farm when racing wstarted at New Orleans and moved northward to Memphis, Loulaville, Cincinnati, 8t. Louis, and Chicago, and in“ths fall he retraced | the route and disappeared. He usu- ally could de found working with some horse aad humming an old hymn, and oceasionally, when for- gettul, he sang hymns aloud while brushing the horses, He was honeat, which fact set him apart from the majority of the per- sons who followed horse-racing. Ae- ecording to the unwritten law of the turf, it was all right for a million- aire to race horses for sport and the purses, but a poor man was expected to do the best he could, dodge the feed man's bill when possible, get a shade the heat of the odds, keep | under cover the fact that one of his horsés was fit for a race until the odds were right, and, if poasible, mell one or two colts to the wealthy owners at a fancy price to even the losses on the season. Hardshell Gaines violated all a race-track. Not even his name was to be found in connection with the Long Investment Company. All lotters, remittances, and transfers from branch officer were addressed to James Long, but the man who opened them was Thomas J, Kirtin, whose business, aceording to the modest lettering on the door of the back room, which opened upon an entirely different corridor from that upon which the Long Investment Company fronted, was ‘“Invest- ments. Kirtin's brain had evolved the idea of applyving the all Tontine game to betting upon Norse-races, and he had organized the Long In- vestment Company. In addition to the promise of certain dividends, the company added the appeal to the gambling Instinct in human be- ings. It claimed that the reason persons who bet upon horse-races fail to beat the bookmakers is that the bookmakers have the preponder- ance of capital. The -m-n‘het(or could not withstand a run of Yosses | and the gamblers could. It proposed | to' turn the tables: all bettors were |to pool their eapital with the Long Investment Company, which, with its elaborate svstem of doping horse-races, its exclusive sources of information from owners and Jockeys who were “interestad,” and its perfect system of laving bets which would assure investors of the best odds on each race, would beat the game. PFurther, it was not as if & bettor wagered all on one race; the company would bet on three, four, possibly six, ra different tracks, betting only on side information, and the winnings would be pooled and divided. One hundred per cent was guaranteed, and more if the winnings were larger. The public had shied at the prop- osition at first. Then those who had been lured b golden promises commenced to draw ten, fifteen, even twenty-five, per cent a month on their Investments. C(n one oc- carion a."dividend” of seventy per cent was declared. The first in- vestors had their money back and still were credited with the original these ryles. “Te was poor. He bred | and raced horses because he h»\'evl’ them and loved the sport. He| wagered two dollare on each horse he entered in a race, never more or less, He depended upon winning | purses to meet expenses, and he re. | fused to sell his best colts at any | price. eh year he emerged from | Tennesres with three or four fair | selling-platers, o string of two-vear- | olds from which he hoped to de- velop & champlon, and Bword of | Gldeon, better known as Swored at | Gideon, his alleged atake horse and | the pride of the Big Bend stables, | Some of the tace followers he- lieved Hardshell to be rich, The suspicious on s (and suspicion has | its breeding place on race-tracks) thought the sli man laid big bets through secret agents whenever he | wan reddy to win a race. When, at net too frequent intefvale, ona of | his herses won, the wise ones nodded and whispered that old Hardshell had made another killin, Oth of ue who knew how many of the purses offerad in sélling races must ha won te fead, care for, and transport elghteen or twenty hormes, estimated his financial rating more elorely, 1 knew there were times when second or third money in cheap races was welcome to help pay feed bills and jockey fees, nnd that in severa)l lean times colts had | Aisappeared from the Big Bend | stables, having been rold secretly at low prices, 5 N6 one aver heard Hardshell com- plain. His heaith was always “tol’. | able,” his horses were alwava “tol'- | able fast” his luck was “tol'able” and after replying thus to inquiries he hummed a hymn and went away, He naver was, with the crowd of owners And bookmakers around hotels or restaurants, byt lived in the atables; and when little Pete, the diminutive negro jockey, rode out of the paddock, Hardehell, a timot straw in his mouth apd trousers laced into the tops of dif reputable boots, sauntersd into the | betting ring, went to the stand of | a bookmaker who had been his friend for, years, wagered two dol- | Jars that his horse would win, and without looking to see what th eAds were, went down to the rall to root for his horse. Feéw knew ‘hat Hardehell cher- 1shed either an ambition®or an en- | mit but he did. His ambition | was to breed and train a champion ecolt, and the olject of his hatred was Blg Jim Long, gambler, hook- maker, sure thing man, and the investment. The news was received with ineredulity, but as more and greater dividends were declared hundreds and then thousands had flocked to invest, Branch offices of the company, laviehly furnished and equipped with telegraph and tele- phone communications with all tracks, were established In a score of cities, Money poured into the Long Investment Company by tens of thousands, then almost by mil- | llons, Each month the “investors” re. ceived astonishing dividends, Some perhapa knew or suspected that the dividends were being paid out of the fresh capital, but, heing gam- blers, they threw their money into the gamble, betting that they would draw out their principal and more before the bubble burst, In New York, Kirtin waited, watching the expansion of the hub- ble and timing almost to the hour when the crash must come, In his safe nearly fifty per cent of the money received, changed into bills of large denominations, was packed in cames, and in his desk were reser. tions of staterooms on every ves- el departing for Europe in the next fortnight. The hubble had endured longer than he expected. There was |more than a milllon dollars packed in the cames, and more than that amount already had been transfer- red and deposited in various Jou- ropean banks, e hesitated, unde- cided as to whether to visk another week of delay-—and decided that the time had come to reap the last har- vest and permit the gleanings to re. main, On the race-tracks Big Jim Long swaggered and continued as head of the compnny thousands and talking millions, He was & huge man, with a huge laugh, a round, ruddy tace pink from much mascage, He wore elothing of atrik- ing cut and eolors, and his din- monde dazsled the eves of jockers and toute. He maintained an air of condescending familiarity with some his role and patronizing good fellowship | with others, and he treated money ag dross. Judges, stewards, and club ofcials watched Long closel and with some disappointment. Ru- mors that he hac bribed jockeys, had influsneed owners, that he had fixed races and enginoered great killings, were whispered around the tracks, yet the officials could not discover any evidences of his guilt. Big Jim made no Adenials of the whispered acensations, but blatantly Aefled the officials to “get anvthing wpending | the bets over a score of cities and get better odds. Such bets as he made at the tracks were for his own account, and generally he lost, so that the small bettors who spied upon him, hoping to learn which horses the company were backing, suspected that he bet to blind them to the real identity of the horses the “killings” were made on. They believed that the Long Investment Company was winning vast sums. As a matter of fact, the Long In- vestment Company did not bet at all, Kirtin did not believe in gani- bling. Yet, oddly enough, Big Jim Long believed firmly and unshak- ably that, if he had complete con- | trol of the finances of the company, he could beat the races. He was convinced that with the capital of the Long Investment Company he could corrupt enough jockeys and owners to pay dividends legitimate- ly and make a fortune for himself. Long would have been an easy vie- tim of the game he was helping perpetrate uypon the public. Kirtin had no such {llusions. Long had once argued the point with Kirtin in the privacy of the back room in New York, and Kirtin had called him a fool, with variations, prefix and addenda. And, as Kirtin sent him five thousand dollars a week | with which to keep up the front of itl\e Long Investmemt Company, |Long had not pressed the point. Neither had he heen convinced. It was against Big Jim Long that Hardshell Gaines cherished the one hatred of his life. It had started RS when Long sought to amuse himself and his friends Ly ridiculing Caines and his stable, He had joked at the old man's clothes, at his stable, his colors, and his jockey-—and then had le the fatal blunder of ridieuling d of Gideon, calling him a P8 nothing else would have | of Hardshell, but to speak eornfully of Bword of Gideon was the unbear- able insult. The Sword was Hard- shell's weaknese the consummation of his life's ambition gone wrong. It was as if he had reared a stron, handsome son and seen him cripple and then laughed at, Hardshell had bred and rearved the colt and named him, he did lalt his other eolts, from the Bible |As a two- ear-old, racing gainst the best of the baby thoroughbreds of the West, the S8word had shovwn |stamina, gameness, a racing in stinet, and a dazzling burst of speed |He was rovally bred, and even the millionaire owners agreed that Hardshell had at last produced a great colt, In mid-geason he was rated ne one of the two hest two- vear-olds of the year, and offers of {large sums were made for him. Te was eligihle 1o race in all the big | three-year-nld stake races the next d iHardshell had refused to sason, a listen to any offer or set any price ed vengeful hate in the bo=om | Wy Hawthorne track when the lrnr'rier,‘ 2 band of elastic, was broken by | the lunging of another colt. The | elastic “and struck 8word of Gideon | in the eye and maddened him with fright and pain. The accident seemed trivial, but the effect was| |the destruction of Hardshell's lite | dream. Never thereafter would Sword of Gideon face the barrier | | without a fight. The memory of the | stinging agony of that fiving elastic was not to be effaced. A dozen times exasperated starters ordered him out o® races sent him back | |for further schooling at the barrier, | Schooling was usel He refused {to face the thing which had hurt {him. The only way in which he could be handled at the start of a |race was for the jockey to turn his {head away from the barrier. wait until the oth.r herses started, then throw him around and send him | |after the flying field. Occa when the jockey swung him right second he had a chance to win. The majority of times he was handicapped five or six lengths on | eve start, .nd not infrequently | when he heard the swish of the b rier he bolted the wrong wa ck. Look in the guide name in many races | v of the| 1 after will his find the hrief record of a tragedy in | the words, “Left at post. The champion wa red. in the heart of Hardshell | Sword of Gideon still [pion. He worked oy | derly as a mother over a crippled child, and for him he sang his | tavorite hymns, as if striving to | comfort the horse when he had Le- | haved badly at the post, The news- | papers, on account of his bad act But Gained as the cham- r him as ten- ing at the start, wrote of him “Swored at Gideon” Big Jim Leng had called the | Sword a “hound,” and thereafter Hardshell, never spoke to him but passed him unseeing. At the bar one day Big Jim had noisily invited everyone to drink with him, and | Hardsitell had thrown awa tin followed his plan and advice, the seheme would have worked. With that almost unlimited capital behind him he could have fixed enough races and won enough money to pay the dividends. Long knew that within a day or two, three at the longest, the au- thorities would descend upon the company offices, With a sudden determination, Long sent a code or- der to every agent of the company to ignore Kirtin's message and pre- pare for a killing Let Kirtin go his cowardly way. He, Big Jim Long, would face the situation, pay the dividends, and handle the big money himself, He knew that at least a haif million dollars remained in the hands of the agents of the company in differ- ent eities—tle gleanings which Kir- tin had not considered worth the risk to rema’n ang collect. Long telegraphed, ordering the agents to hold all funds subject to his order ad of forwarding them to New n, husy clearing the desk In his office and destroying the last papers that would reveal nection hetween Kirtin, Inv and the Long Investment Company, heard the news and shrugged his shoulders. He had tried to save the fools, and If they refused to be saved it was none of his affair. An hour luter he and his suitcases were in | the stateroom of a liner. At the Fair Grounds track in St. Louis, Big Jim Long set to work hastily to stave off disaster and re- ve the investment company., He had congidered telegraphing the au- thorities to hold Kirtin, but had re- jected the plan as unbecoming one in his profession. Long's plan of procedure was simple and direct He would fix a race, pay the horse owners well, and win enough money to declare another dividend, restor- ing the faith of the investors, who already had begun to show signs of unensiness as rumors spread. It as ugt a provlem of morals but of “The barr ier flashed pp RIS i S e degRer - SR Jand wpat hefore walking away--and the open insult stung even Big Jim Long | All this was thres vears prior to the day when the affairs of the Long Investment Company reached their climax. [n his New York offices, | Kirtin realized that the finish was at hand, The >age filled with money | had been removed from th e in | the luxurious offices of the Long Tn- | vestment Company, carrled through | {the door connecting them with the little office of Thos. J. Kirtin, In- | | vestments, and the door locked on | both sides, Then Kirtin did the one | decent thing of his carerr. He sent | W code tele to long and to very agent of the e r the ganglia of leased | them t jig wae up and it was | time ag not until he read message that Big Jim Tong | derstood the full significance of the situg He never had stop- ped to ask himself why Kirtin 1] wed rank and titlea upon him, he had elected him president 1 why all the ornate stationery and the man me, or even messages bore his he had been paid 1d dollars a week. Per- | I h ght he earned it by vir |tue of his influence among racing sle. He understood now that he. would be held account e thous | start, ——— s wO— mathematics, The chief obstacie to his plan was lack of time, and he knew he must act’ rapidly, Already the rumors that the Long Investment Company was in trou had spread through the uneasy ranks of the gamblers, and Long knew tho first one who informed a distric. attorney of the Affairs of the company would bring he avalanche, By rapid work he completed his preliminary plans during the races that afternoon, overnight handicap was carded for the next day's races, and Long selected eight owners whose morals he knew were bel-w the par even of racing and eacn agreed to enter a horse in the race, The chief roblem was to prevent other own- ers from naming their horses to and to avoid this one owner igreed to enter Attorne: Jackson, a high-class vacer, to frighten owners of slower horses ont. That evening a cancus was held, Besides Long, eight owners were |present, It was agreed that with | Attorney Jackson the favorite, the odds against Mildred Rogers would e at least fifteen to one, therefore by simple arithmetic Mildred Rogers should win, because fifteen times e is fifteen, whereas two times ne is two. Long intended to bet the remnants of the capital of the nvestment company, and, figuring An | |pace to the head of the stretch, |powers” while Betty M, and Pretty Dehon | There was an alr of uneasiness |vere to come up fast, crowd the | hanging over the betting ring at the leader far outside on the turn, al- | Faijr Grounds track the horses lowing Mildred Rogers to €ome | hand-galloped to the starting post through along the rail, after which | in the fourth race. The alr was sur- | the entire field was to bunch behind | charged with expectancy. Judges, her and shoo her home a winner, always alert and watching for signs | while Attorney Jackson pulled up |of dishonesty, stared at the horses as if lame, ! and received frequent bulletins from The rehearsal was progressing |the betting ring. Bookmakers, fear- | satisfactorily and each owner was | ful of a sudden attack by betting | receiving instructions as to the way | commissioners backing a certain | his horse should run. The caucus horse, held thsir chalk and erasers | was pleased. ILong had agreed that ready for rapid use. Bettors, hear- he would bet at least four hundred ing vague whispers of “something | thousand dollars, and that he would | doing,” asked each other excitedly ve twenty-five per cent of the what was being played. Yet every- | total winnings to the owners. The thing in the betting ring, paddock, eight who were plaving deuces wild' |and stand seemed tranquil. The in the sport of kings were calculat- | betting was light. Attorney Jackson !i: g that they would divide at least | was favorite at seven to five, Patsy a million dollars among themselves Frewen the second choice at two to when the disquieting news arrived. |one, the others at odds of from four “What the hell do voy think of |10 twenty, with Mildred Rogers |that?” Sorgan, owner of Patsy |Fanging from fifteen to twenty to | Frewen, demanded. “Old Hardshell |on® and only a few scattered bets aines has entered Swored at | Tegistered on her. Yet from a score Gideon.” ‘nv cities all over America came There were a chorus of eurses, |frantic telegrams to gamblers, “That hound of his ain't got a | bookies, and owners, asking for track odds and inquiring the mean- c.anst” declared Kinsley. “It's ten ing of the terrific plunging on Mil- to one he runs the wrong way of | the track. & dred Rogers. Big Jim Long, using “He's the worst actor at the post |the efficient organization of the {on the circuit,” said Stanley. |ompany was betting the remain- “He's liable to bust up the start” |INE funds of the concern. More “Better pick one of our horses to |than fifty thousand was bet in Chi- 'bump him ana cago, thirty thousand in Louisville, put him over a |fence,” snarled McGuire. “He ain’t |tWenty thousand in Cincinnati, then | g0t any business in this. He knows | t¥elve thousand or more in other cities in which the Long Investment Company had offices, There was a last minute plunge on Mildred Rogers at St. Louis by gamblers who had heard the news from outside, and the odds dropped qQuickly from fifteen to four to one. As he tightened the girth for the last time, Hardshell Gaines whis- pered to Pete, his jockey: Take a toe holt and a tooth holt, Pdte. Joe'll git you off a-runnin’, and I got a pill in him that'd blow up a bank. It's timed to go off about the half-mile if you ain't toe long at the post. All you got to do is sit still and hold on.” Humming, he went to the book of his friend and wagered two dollars that Sword of Gideon would win. He was stil humming when he went down to the rail to watch the horses start, and the hvmn he bummed was, “Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer's praise.” Out by the barrier a perspiring starter was Dbeseeching swearing, threateping, and scolding, while & row of horses milled and maneu- vered for position, In the midst of the melee of milling horses, Joe, the assistant starter, a buggy whip In one hand, sweated and swore as he appeared to be striving to make Sword of Gldeon line yp with the other horses. Out of the corner of his eve Joe watched the starter for the telltale movement which re« vealed the second that the starter would spring the barrier. When that movement came Joe “Joe" he said solemnly, “I have |held the bridle bit of Sword of |heen in this game, man an' boy, [Gideon, and before the barrier clost to fifty vear and tried to run |flashed he threw the horse's head {straight and do right as a horseman |around, leaped aside, and siashed [and a Baptist, No man can say |him sharply aeross the quarters James Buchanan Galnes owes him | With the whip, A cent or ever done a dishonest | Sword of Gideon, stung Into for- |thing. T've done had a wrastle with |getfulness of fear, leaped forward. my conscience, and consarn me if |The barrier fiashed past his nose I believe it's wrong to skin a|and he leaped into full stride, two skunk! full lengths in the lead of the fleld Joe nodded approval, beforo the others were under way. “There's something doing, Joe™| Big Jim Long, his florid face sald Hardshell. “Eight of them |mottled, hurled his chewed cigar owners and that slick erook Jim |against the ground and swore Long is holdin’ a ecaucus. Nary a|viclously, Eword of Gideon, run- word to old Hardshell, and the |ning ke A wild horse, opened up a Sword is entered.” gap of elght lengths between him- Joe nodded understandingly, self and the nearest pursuer in the “Lissen, Joe." sald Hardshell, low- | first eighth of a mile. In vain At- |ering hie voice. '“Tong is planning |torney Jackson's jockey, remember. | & big killing, and it's up to me and [ing his Instructions, spurred and the Sword anc vou to stop him,|urged his mount, striving to eatch The Sword is good for once, If that (the fiying leader and set the pace. nigh left leg don't overheat, He |At the half Attorney Jackson drop- can beat any hoss in that race, | ped back, beaten and out of ft. Mil- |'ceptin’ Attorney Jackson, and T|dred Rogers' rider, seeing the con- Attorney Jackson can beat him.” It was a testimonial to his repu- tation for honesty that not one of the assembled crooks even sug- gested asking Gaines to enter the conspiract. They cursed him for an interfering old fool, they cursed his stubbornn they cursed his Idiocy In still insisting that Sword of Gideon was a stake horse, they cursed his supposed parsimony and believed he had entered his aged racer in the hope of winning a few dollars hy getting the place or show monev, Not one suspected that anything excepting blind chance {had caused him to enter his horse in the race. | They were wrong. Hardshell Gaines, with an unsullied record of fifty years on the turf, had heard | something. He had seen Long in conference with some owners, and when the same owners rushed to | enter their horses in the overnight handicap Gaines' suspieion had be- come certainty. He had entered Sword of Gideon in the handicap, and for an hour afterward had rubbed and stroked the old cam- naigner, and as he rolled bandages ‘-rnuna the bad leg of the old horse |and applied liniment to his throat, he had hummed a hymn, Occasionally his volce rose In {song and he sang of the time when |“the wicked, cease from troubling and the w are at rest” It was after dark when he entered the |Laclede downtown and sought out the assistant starter, reckon they ain't plannin' to have |#piracy going wrong, made a des- no favorite win.” perate effor’ ts overtake the flying Joe nodded again and reserved |Bword. The nitroglveerine pellet speech, waiting for the proposition. |had acted and the aged horse was “T ain't asking no man to do any. [running as he had run when he thing dishone:t, Joe,” the old man |weemed destined to ba champion. went on—"“it's agin my religion and | Length Ly length he increased his my conscience too-~but something’s |1ead over the staggering. wabbling got to he done” flold, and tore down the streteh fAif- Hardshell walted expectantly and |teen lengths aheac of Patsy Frewen, hummed “When temptation sore as- | Big Jim Tong, his heavy jaws *alls me,” hoping that Joe would |sagring. his face mottled red and |indleate his attitude or thow re. white his hig. =oft hands clenched, | coptivity, but the assistant starter | watehed uyntil the horses were with. nodded and smoked in silence {in'a few yards of the finish. Then *“Tain't ae If [ was trying to bribe he turned and walked rapldly across anvone,” Hardshell explained pain- | througl the edge of the betting ring fully. “1 dom’t want no one to do |toward the exit. At the back of the anvthing that s agin his con- |betting ring he met Hardshell science.” "f;alnu moving toward the paddock “What do vou want me to do?” [to greet (he victorious Sword of e asked, breaking his silence, Gideon. Big Jim's pent uyp wrath “All T aek Is that you help the Sword get off straight, and me and | exploded “You nd vour blank blanked » - - wokmak- | had sct out to develop a cham- {able to the law, that he would bLe [the price would recede from ffteen s Bond of Eh SONE SovEUnONt v o w\:‘v;n Rt fln:ufl\fnl:\r:‘:n);,‘:".in‘:;' sy digllonoen B Tt | famitive o priconer, while Kirtin, {of twenty to one to ten to one be- [you and the Swordll spile the [spavined hound!” he raged. “You :“':a"d '::,:::?&”" el en more clossly than the racing |farm in the Big Bend of the Ten- [ with the milli ns of dollare looted [fore the money was placed, he esti- {(‘Ml:i:nd',-r p:lan ever l'a'frh"dh'v - ;{l.:nk-v! old fool. if it hadn't been et ot d = 4 4 0. hnow o .1 |nessee, a champion which would |from the public, could not be con- |mated that he weuld win closs to| “Ain‘t any law against me helping | for you ZANE o 08 Tany Iivestsnt |SUs ShE RAnw At B v e | GRiON and wvtgune 1o both of fh | nected the swindle and would | ive million dollars. Not & cent was [a bad actor get off right.” said Jos. | Hardshell Gaines looked straight Compaty #6 f°r as advertising and | bet an - :- oantieatts: inauived I niry and win the Ames | ve urope, | to be wagered at the track, Hardshell sald ne more. He ahead, unseeing, unhearing, and as GIEOTA WewistUs WeE, But -t e e e aies | —tiven e groutesn ot al tut | He cursed Kirtin, and, strangely,| The caucus, after nominating |gripped Joe's hand hard, and, after | he walked past the furious gambler FON] uod oat ot & duis S & Suwe F | SRy SHONERE G e e Tate T August Who tina ap- |not hecanse Kirtin was o thief and | Mildred Rogers to win, decided that | buring him a clgar. strolled away, he hummed contentedly; and even S O S e s (s bt e 1as0h WA | Saa:. T Ut A0 I T WIS | worse. te Furmed. HBR. Sockiss. I Attorney Jackson was to make the | humming “Come, Holy Spirit, Heav- Big Jim recognizel the long metre trict in New York, ahd, fo far a8/ where the o » - n a six-furlong dash on the | considered Kirtin a fool. Had Kir- |early running, cutting out a terrific [enly Love, with all thy quickening | doxology. anyone kpew, never had been near |the company system was fo seatter | po b ; Y |him onis. he was going away. 1jWere those her own siim legs en- | Invigorating swims in the cool, clear| into a grove of vounf pines. Tm., well, court vou under different and INTO THE HANDS OF THE ENEM | contd see afterward hie didn't like my | case leather leggings and thick water. Qulet evenings When the pulsively she landed and ventured a primitive surroundings, 1 couldn't : dancing $o much with Freddy Cole. | high bo Was this her shapely | moon rose in silver splendor above little way in resist. 1 have been living in an ol By M. LOUIS RAYBOLD. And when he brought me home he n rongh tweed skirt and flannel | the pine tree tops to a whip-po’-will L Suddfln!; she stopped, hand on her lr\:m'l;;r‘ Sack ‘::;;Mh; o e aat - e - Aariing fellow | gald he ving a lon by, ? serenade eart, There was a strange man | reptition i v Jim, an w B O N wee | Inul. V6 Ganted overy Ganee 10| Sagtty Shwortulty:® . : fresh start!” had | strange 1o say,” commented her fa- | At the instant she paused he turned | old life a bit.” w O o etiove me, | could|@otber, Some one fmroduced us at| That evening Margery's mother ) cool ultimatum. | ther one afternoon as he watched | and straightened up Petor paused. 1t ssemed as it Hie el houTs Ao, R ach-airod | the start, And tomorres s com- | went into a long and earnest consul ick of it that real| his daughter skilltully beaching her| “Margery!” whole future depended on what Ry St & e 1:|.'”1m ;..=: to !‘wlla me out in his roadster. | tation with her husband, the result ste like nectar and | canoe on the yellow crescent of sand.| “You—Peter!” words wers forthcoming from the i ) gt ‘"'.« Jk'mv' p| Wel ride and ride and ride—" being several telephone calls, one of d waltz seem like an | “l w r if it's time to spring—" | Followed many explanatio | lips of the dear girl before him TINE G Che SO e ey | SUVhore i Pubert™ Sire. Molie] wiith wis the Delnt oliice. &t thel adventars from Faicyland, You can!| “Watt” ‘sl Margery's mother.| mofily Peter's. “Why, ves, 1 told| “S0" sald Margery at length, “my mot Seglt by LN B O tataltors voiss Uroegit Matgery up| station, Whore thres Worths were fu-| return to civiistion, Net before »| “At first, T am sure she was spite- | your father I had purchased a camp | beloved parents brought me here . Thin the BURE e e | vrt. She rowmed | served on the Montreal express. | The pride of all tha Hollisters| fully pretending to enjoy the life.|in the North Woods the day 1 asked | only to deliver me into the hands her chle 8t P SeerEet ';, winots| “Dirn Peter] I hate Wim. fe's| A wesk later Margery Holliater| surxed within her. Shed show|But recently T have come to believe | his permission to tharry you—if you | of plunged vigetousty e the Semwe1 a8 bad a8 you and dad. A prig from stood on the rough-hewn steps of a | them! She'd even preiend to enjoy | she Is ganuinely happy. Give her— | were willing. Which you weren't! 1| “Don't say ‘enemy’!” begged oo inin reslator | the Inst centudy, Takes me 1o task | 1og cabin veranda and gazed at the | it! and us—a little mors time!” * |had dreams of—well, hcn'_"mmm‘Pe'ltr.. o e et '; Mar- | tor baing Jazz crazy.’ as he calls it, scene before her in dismay. A tin Followed days 8o unreal that they| After all, it was Maigery herself|here. Then, the day after you re- Well, perbaps not!" sald Mar- o g Aot i ;r_. Ifor Lobbing my bair, for making path running down to the lake—the seemed like a dream 1o the city-bred | who walked into the trap #o care-| fused me for the last time and 1 had | gery with the tiniest of wmiles. Suys Suther SouwIoe, CHT et & | eyes ot the SoysWhy rhe most fn. | lais RNl & brond expans with mo| g, Barty mornings after the spoe | fuily planned. She had boon poking| dectled T come up hete and forget,| Then she beld Gut &5 Inviting. nut- lips. then shut them '"""",; oten. | worent Hitte Shongy thet all the other| visitle Sigas of ife: in the dim Jed troumt ch Jimn. the guide, | along the shore in the canoe quite a | your father telephone and asked per- | brown hand. “Come, Peter. Paddle sement, Inter Strods Sre O e [Sirte 6o nowadays, , And fast night,| renge UDOR Tangs of forested moun. | wrapped ves and boiled so de- | distance beyond the tsual limit of | mission to bring you up here, too.| me home to supper. Jim has prom @0 many times "“"""‘,»‘M"a".u';_w:“ The 9P, Do 0ol uiess 1 cut 1] aInG SFCIMING tto nusty chocy ity. | ticlousty hours of paddilng | her explorations when she spied an| When he suggested that he hoped 1/ised us bannocks and Arielappie Snine o u:;u::i':x;h:;‘: Shithe Bor. 'out and Was engaged o him, and] Then she Slaneed down at herwelt.|and expl n along the shore.|all but invisible trail leading back | might see fit to come up, also, and— | pudding!” o7 by fhe 8 o e N i Nt S AR