Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, September 14, 1902, Page 16

THE OMAHA DAILY PEE: SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 14, 1902 Thoroughbre(s. By W. A. FRASER Author of “The Outca ‘Mooswa.” and Other Stories. b (Copyright, 1902, by M Langdon was & consul student of horse character. He knew that while binfodide of mercury would blister #ind put right a bowed tendon, or the firing fron take the life out of a splint, that a much finer knowledge than this was requisite to got full-hearted work out of a thoroughbred. Brain must be pitted against brain; so he studied his horees, and when Diablo came into his hends, possessed of a mind disease, he worked over him with considerable intelligent patience On the day that Lapgdon bad sald be would try Diablo and the Dutchman Crane went down to Gravesend Crane not skilled in the anatomy of ® horse, beyond as it worked out in winning races and money. That a horse had toes bad never quite come into his knowledge, and Langdon's gurgle of mirth he put down o a suspieion that the trainer was taking a rise out of him in what he had said I was thinking of Paddy Caramagh when he shod Diablo the other day, I think you've heard Pat swear—he holds the belt for cussin’ in this part of the country. Well, e let it all out of him before he'd finished with the black. Ha! ha! ha! ha! I can hear him still, with the sweat running off bis tace like oats spilling from a feed bag. I says to Paddy: ‘Rub his nose a bit,' for 1 could see 1t was more nervousness with the | horse than sheer deviltry. ‘With what? eays Paddy, ‘the hammer? Be gor! right, though,' says he, and with that he tries to put a twister on Diablo’s nose. ate trainer, a Holy Mother! Diablo reached for him and | lifted the shirt clean off his back. Say, there was a scared Irishman, If you ever saw one in your life. He threw down the plates, cussin’ as only Paddy can, and swore the brute could run till he'd wore his hoofs off, for all of him. Phillips & Co.) ‘ you're | “Tell Colley to take one and some leads and welgh out at 112. That'll be thres pounds above the scale for May, weight for age, for the 3-year-old, the Dutchman. 1 guess he wen't need more'n seven pounds dead welght, for it's a five-pound saddle, I think. Lot me see, you said 103, you were.” “‘Yes, sir; in the sweater; I can take that oft- ' No, never mind. Take this saddl and he lifted one from the buggy; “it'll Just-suit Diablo; he's got a herringbone of a wither, an’ this is high in the tree, an’ won't cut him. Here's the cloth sn’' some leads; weigh out a hundred and twelve, too. Weight for age—Diablo's a four-year- old—you ought to carry a hundred and twenty-#ix, but he's not the Dutchman's claes, an' the youngster'd lose hira before they'd gone half the journey. We'll run ‘em at level weights, an’ he'll gt closer to the Dutchman, an' the sharks won't have such a falry tale to tell about our| horse."”" ‘A hundred and twelve you sald, sir?" | Well, I takes hold of the black's head an’ kids him a bit, only firm like, and we shod him right enough.” ‘‘He is bad tempered, then? No, just wants a fair deal, that's all. *You make him belleve you're on the square an' he'll do what's right. But he hasn't €0t no use for any of the guys that gets a cranky play In on him—he won't stand it. I'm golng to put Westley upon him today." ‘What about the Dutchman?” Colley'll do—any kid can ride him it they sit still. He's just the emsiest-tem- pered horse that ever looked through a bridle; he knows what's doin’ all the time. But Colley ain’t no good on Diablo an’ if he can smell Shandy, that settles it —It's all over. I'll put Westley up; it takes a man to ride that horse.” “What about this gallop?” asked Crane; “there’ll be spies about, trying to find out things, won't there?"” “Bet yer life there’ll be somebody, sir. )It's just like when I was out in Colorado. {You couldn't see a vulture if you traveled forty days, perhaps, but plant a dead thing \anywhere and in an hour the sky simply I‘nlnea ‘em down. These touts is most like | vultures of anything I know; you've just got to work your stunt to give 'em the go-by, that's all.’ | e took but an apathetic interest in | the matters that held full sway over the trainer's mind; looking after these inci- dents was Langdon's part of the contract. That was why they were so strong to- | mether. Langdon could do it. Just how the trial was to benefit them alone with ! the inevitable tout at hand, Crane knew )not, neither did he investigate; that was up to the trainer. They drove into the paddock. Westley, 'Colley and the two stable lads were there. “Shall we bring out the horses?' asked Westley, as Langdon sat swinging & leg /loosely over the end of the buggy seat. “Any of the talent about, BIll?" “Quite likely, though I haven't seen saone." ‘Well, we'll slip 'em now. Just saddle up careless like, and no preliminary, mind ‘'you. The sharks won't look for a brush 11l you've gone around once. Take your mounts' down the stretch to the quarter post, an’ then come away the first break; it there's anyone toutin' you off, they'il think 1t just a pipe opener an’ won't catch the time. Run out the mile an’ a quarter, make a race of it, but don't go to the bat. Diabalo an’ the Dutchman don’t need no whip to give us about the best they've got." “All right answered Westlay. 1'm a judge, when th> black's through pullin' he's dome racin’, ‘cause he's & keen onme, 0 there won't be no call to put the bud to Bim. If any of the railbirds s lookin' #they'll think we're goin' under a strong Tap, even when wo're all out.” Langdon nodded his head. He was a man not given to exuberant appreciation. The boys averred that when Dick Langdon do't curse at them they had done pretty well, indeed. hat's your welght?" bruptly. 've fust tipped the scale at 103 in my sweate *“103," mused the traimer, making a men- tal calculation. “What's .Colley’s welght " he asked of W ““He's as near a hundred as you can make | (%) “Did you bring over a saddle?” “Yes, two of ‘em: one aplece for horses.” the vt | asked Crane. | “HE'S A HELL OF A FINE LOOK ER. THE CRACKS TAKE A BACK querled Westley, as h! put the saddle that Langdon handed him over his left arm, slipped the thin sheets of lead in his pocket and stood dangling the linen weight cloth in his right hand. “Yes, level welghts—a hundred an' twelve pounds.” “Westley,” the trainer called, as the lit- tle man started off, “Just bring the saddle |back to me hore when you've welghed. I'll put it on Diablo myself; he's a touchy cuss and I don't want him ruffled by careless bandl!n’, ““You take considerable trouble over it remarked Crane. One would think it was a big handicap you meant to capture this morning." Langdon started visibly. Was ne thinking of the Brooklyn? Did this quiet, clever man sitting at his elbow already know as much as he hoped to discover in his present gallop? He answered, “Handicaps is usually won pretty much like thi; they're generally settled before the horse goes to the post for the trip itself. When he goes through the paddock gate the day of the big race he's out of his trainer's hands; the man's got mo more to do with the race himself than a kid sittin’ up in the grandstand Here's where I come in, it we mean to land the Brooklyn,” and he looked searchingly at Crane, a misleading grin on his lps. But the latter simply joined in the laugh, doubtingly, perhaps. “A hundred and twelve, neat,” declared | Westley, throwing some loose leads Into the buggy. “Colley’s gone to saddle the Dutch- man.” “All right,” answered Langdon, getting down from the seat and taking the saddle. |“Go end tell the boy to bring Diablo out of the stall. I'll saddle him in the open. He generally kicks the boards when I ciach {him up an’ it puts him io a bad humor.” | Langdon started off with the jockey, but turned back, saying, “Oh, Mr. Crane, wanted to ask you—" | By th's time he had reached the buggy, while Westley continued on his way to the stalls. “It's & fine day, sir,” continued Langdon, finishing his sentence, and exchanging the sacdle in his hand for the one that was |1n the buggy. | “Golng to put the other on?" asked Crane. train Too Great The The The Tax The The hustle and worry of women’s household strain is too great— business men— hard work and stooping of workmen— cares the kidneys—make them sick. delicate “little filters” give out. Doan’s Kidney Pills Relieve overworked kidn eys, | in hle younger days. Stimuate their action—make them healthy— Cure backache—Diabetes— And all ills of Bladder a nd Kidneys. Endorsed by Omaha people. Mre. 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He was a magnificent creature, 16% hands high, and bullt on the same grand scale; perhaps a bit leggy for the huge barrel that topped the limbs that was what caused him to go wrong His black skin glist- ened In the noonday sun, Mke translucent quer on the finest panel that Chinese patience had ever made bright. “That's what I call the mirror of health," sald Langdon to him fn an unwonted burst of poetic eloquence, as he passed his band across the horse's ribs. Then, feeling that somehow he had laid himself open to a suspiclon of gentleness, added, “He h—1 of a fine looker. If he could gallop up to his looks he'd make some of the cracks take a back seat. Even Diablo had resented either the mellifluous comparison or the rub of Lang- don’s hqnd, for he lashed out furlously with a great, far-reaching leg that nearly caught Crane unawares. “Your polite language seems to be as frritating to him as the oaths,” ejaculated Crane, as he came back from the hasty retreat he had beaten. “It's only play. Good horses is of two kinds—when you're saddlin’ ‘em. The Dutchman there'll hang his head down and champ at the bit, even if you bury the | | girth an inch deep in his belly; he's hon- 11 needed. That's one ally the same at the thereabouts, walt- est, and knows it’ kind, and they're ge post—always there or IF HE COULD GALLOP UP TO HIS SEAT. got | blacksmith's | | slightly 1n the lead. “My God! be can move,” muttered Langdon, abstractedly and quite to himself. The man at his side bhad floated into oblivion. He saw only a great, striding, black horse coming wide- mouthed up the streteh. At the black's heals with dogged lope, hung the bay. ““Take him back, take him back, Westley!" velled Langdon, leaning far out over the rall a8 the horses raced by, Diablo well in front. The trainer's admonition seemed like a cry to a cyclone, as vold of usefulness. What power could the tiny dot, lying close-hugged far up onm the straining black neck, have over the galloping fiend? “Yes, that's the way,” Langdon sald, nod- ding his head to Crane, and jerking a thumb out toward the first turn in the cour where the two horses were hugging close t the rall; “that's the way he's worked here.” “Which one?" asked his companion. “The black; an’ it he ever does that in a race—God help the others—they'll never eateh him: they'll never catch him—they'll never catch him,” he kept repeating, dwell- ing lovingly on the thought, as he saw the | contormation of it being enacted before his eyes; for across the new green of the gra sprouted course he could see two open | 1engths of daylight between Diablo and the | Dutchman. “Fifty-one and a half for the halt mile he imparted to Crane, looking at his watch. “Now the Dutchian is moving up; Colley | doesn’t mean to get left if he can help it. |'m atraid Diablo's shut up when he's pinched; his kind are apt to do that. The Dutchman is game; an' {f he ever gots to the black's throatlatch, he'll chuck it. But | LOOKS, HE'D MAKE SOME OF i’ for the word ‘go.” An’ they race pretty much the same all the time. If you time ‘em a mile in 1:40 at bome, they'll do it the same when the colors is up an’ the silk a'flappin’ all about 'em in the race. “Whoa! Hold still you brute! Steady, steady, whoa!" This to Diablo, for while talking he had adjusted the weight cloth with the gentleness of a cavaller putting a silk wrap about his lady love's negk, and had put a fold of soft woolen cloth over the high-boued wither. “Stand out in front of him and hold his head down a bit,” this to the boy. Then, as he slipped the saddle into place and reached underneath for the girths, he con- tinued his address to Crane on the peculiar- ity of racers. “Now, this 1s a horse ot another color, this one; he ‘ain't takin' things easy at no stage of the game. He objects to every- thing, an' some day that'll land him a winner, see? He'll get it into his head that the other horses want to beat him out, an’ he'll show ‘em a clean pair of heels— come home on the bit, pullin’ double.” “Whoa, boy! Stand, old man!" Then he ceased talking, for he had taken the gigth strap between his teeth, and was ci ing up the big black with the firm pull of a grizzly. Diablo squirmed under the tor- ture of the tightening web on his sensi- tive skin, and crouched as though he would tall on the tralner. 3 “Yes, sir," continued Langdon, as he ran the stirrups up under the saddle flap out of the way and motioned to the boy to lead Diablo about.,, ''Yes, sir, this fel- low's different. He's too damn sensitive. At the post he's llke e mnot to act a locoed bronchc an’ get one blamed for havin' ‘juiced’ him—but he don’t need no dope; what he needs is steadying. If he gets away in front them long legs of his will take some catchin’ He's the kind that wins when the books are layin' 100 to 1 against him. Bul Uhe worst of it is with hie sort; like as not the owner hasn't & penny on then, but the public'll howl they'll call it in-an-out runnin' an' the scribblers’ll get their paper to print a notice that the stable ought to be ruled oft an' all the time you're breakin' your heart trying to get him to give his true— Hello, there's Colley out on the Dutch- man. Mount your horse, Westley—wait, you don’t need no spurs. Yes, carry a whip an’ give the guys that is watchin' a stage play with it, but don’t hit the black. We'll just see what he'll do himself this trip,” he added, addressing Crane. Taking Westley's small-booted foot in his hand, he lifted the lad to Diablo's back and led the horse out through a gate to the course. The two boys cantered their mounts down to the quarter post carelessly ss though they were going around to the far side “Look at ‘em,” cried be a little gentleman?"”’ To the uninitiated this might have been taken as a tribute to ome of the boys, Westley perhaps, but the trainer was not even thinking of them. They were of ro moment. It was the wine-red bay, the Dutchman, cantering with gentle, lazy grace, that had drawn forth this encom- fum, His head, somewhat high carried, was held straight and true In front and his blg eyes searched the course with gentle inquisitiveness, for others of his kind, per- haps. “He's a lovely horse,” commented Crane, knowing quite well to what Langdon r terred “He devil Diablo was throwing his nose fretfully up and down, up and down, grabbing at the bit, pirouetting from ome side of the course to the other, nearly pulling Westley over his neck one minute as with lowered head he sought to break away and the next dashing forward for a few yards with it stuck foolishly high, ltke a bad-mouthed Indisn cayuse. “But Westley'll manage him,” Langdon confided to Crane, after a period of silent observation. “He'll get his belly full of unnin' again he's gone a mile and a qua ter with the Dutchman. Gad! that wi peat; here they com for the two boys bad whirled with sudden skill at the quas ter post and broke away, with Diable the trainer, “lsn't all that, but just look at the other it takes some rldin'—it takes some ridin’, sir.” He was becoming enthusiastic, exub- erant. The silent man at his side noticed the childish repetition with inward amuse- ment. He had thought that Langdon would have been overjoyed to see the bay horse smother his opponent. Was not the trainer to have $10,000 If the Dutchman won the handicap? But here he was pinning his sat- isfaction to the good showing of Diablo. He didn't know of the compact between Lang- don and the bookmaker Faust, but he strengly suspected from the trainer's de- meanor that the gallop he was witnessing foretold some big coup the latter scented. “He hasn't got him yet, he hasn't got him yet!" cried Langdon joyfully, as the horses swung around the bottom turn, closer locked but with Diablo stl a short length in the lead. Crane saw no great cause for exhilaration. The Dutchman was certainly giving the black twenty pounds the best of it in the welghts, for one was a 3-year-old, while the | other was 4, and they each carried 112. “The mile in 1:42" chirped Langdon. | “That's moonin’, if you like, considerin’ the track, the condition of the horses an’ that they're runnin’ under a double wrap. Now we'll see the ding-dong finish, if the black doesn’t show a etreak of yellow. Dutchy's got him,” he added, as through his glesses he saw them swing into the straight neck and neck. “Clever, Mr. Westley!" for Diablo's rider, | having the rail and the lead, had bored out slightly on the turn, o as not to cramp the uncertain horse he rode, and cartied the Dutchman wide. Up the straight they came, the boys help- ing their mounts with leg and arm black holding bis own with a dogged per- sistence that quite upset Langdon's prog- nostications of cowardice. To the watchers it was as exciting as a | stake race. The stamina that Langdon had sald would stand the Dutchman in good stead over the mile-and-a-balf bandicap course now showed itself. First he was level with the black, then gradually, stride by stride, he drew away from Diablo and finished a short length in front. “A great trial,” cried the trainer, glee- fully, holding out his watch for Crane's inspection. See that!' pointing to the hand he bad stopped as the bay's brown noszlo flashed by the post. “Two-nine, on this | course! Anything that beats that patr, fit and well, a mile and a quarter on a fi track 'll have to make it in 2:06, an' thaf the record. “It looks good business for the Derby, Langdon.” “Yes, It does. That's the first showing I've had from the colt as & 3-year-old, but I knew he had it in him. Hanover was a great horse—to my mind, we never had his equal in America—but this youngster 'll be s good as his daddy ever was. I donm't think you ought to start him, sir, till the Derby, It you're set on winnin' it. He had moved up to the gate as he talked, and now opened it, waiting for the boys to come back. They had eased down the horses gradually, after the‘fierce gallop, turned them about and were trotting toward the paddock, where stood the two men. Langdon took Diablo by the bridlerein and led him in toward the stalls. “How did he shape under you, Wesley?" he asked, as the boy slipped from the sad- dle. “I wouldn't ask to ride a better horse. I thought I had the colt beaten, sure; but my mount seemed to tire a little gt the finish. He dldn't toss it up, not & bit of it, ran as game s & pebble; he just tired at the fini 1 think & mile is his journey. He beld the Dutchman safe at a mile.” “I guess you're right, Wes a mile's bis limit. At level welght with the 3-year- | ndded: | swered Crane, ! out well that |8 day. 014, which means that he bad twenty pounds the best of it, he should have held his own the whole route to be & stayer, for the colt fsu't more'n half ready yet “I didn’t hustle him noue too much, sir— 1 might 'a squeezed’ a bit more out of him Did we make falr time “Quite a feeler, Mister Jockey,” thought Langdon to himself; “its mews you want, eb?’ Then be answered aloud, with a di- plomacy born of many years of turf tuition: “Fairish sort of time; it might bave been better, perhaps—a sbade under 2:12. T thought they might have bettered that & couple of ceconds. But they'll they'll come on, both of them. If anybody asks you, Westley, the Dutehman beaten off, see? I don't l1ke to discourage the clever owners as has good 'uns In the handicap.” Then he added, as a sort of afterthough, and with wondrous carelessnes “It doesn’t matter about the black, you know—he's only a sellln’ plater, 8o it doesn’t matter. But all the same, Westley, when we find a soft spot for bim, an over-night sellin’ purse or somethin’, you'll Bave the leg up, with & bet down for you at a long price, & “I understand, sir.” By the time Langdon had slipped th dle trom Diablo's back, & hooded blanket over him and he was led away. Send them home, Westley. Now, Crane, we'll drive back to the house, have a bit of lunch.” As they drove along, Crane brought up the subject of the trial “The colt must be extra good, Langdon, or the black is—well, he was represented to be not much account.” come on, sad- Mr. an’ “I guess Diablo's about good emough to | win & blg handicap, it he happened to be in one at a light welght “He didn't win today.” ‘“He came pretty near it.”" “But where would he have been carry- ing his proper weight?" “About where he w “You 1 guess.” sald as a 4-year-old he should have had up 126 and he carried 112 and | POWer. and every besides had the best boy by seven pounds on his back." *“Just pass me that saddle, Mr. Crane ' sald Langdon by way of an answer. *No, not that—the one I took off Diablo. Crane reached down his hand, but the saddle dldn’t come quite as freely as it should have. “What's it caught in he asked, fretfully. “In itself, T reckon—Iift it.” “Gad! it's heavy. DId Diablo carry that —what's in 1t?" “Lead—bullt into it; it's my old fddle, you know. You're the first man that's had his hand on that saddle for sometime, T can tell you.” “Then Diablo did carry his full welght,” ;ommunled Crane, a light breaking in upon im. “Just about, horse, too.” “And you—" “Yes, 1 changed the saddles after West- ley weighed. He's a good boy and don't shoot oft his mouth much, but all the same things will out while riding boys have the power of speech.” “It looks though Diablo had some- thing In him,"” sald Crane, meditatively. “‘He's got the Brooklyn In him. Fancy the Dutchman in at seventy pounds; that's what it comes to. Diablo's got ninety to carry an’ he gave the other twenty pounds today. You've got the greatest thing on earth right in your own hands now—'" Langdon hesitated for & minute and then “But I guess you knew this all before or you wouldn't have sent him here."” “I bought him for a bad hors an- quietly, “but if he turns 80 much to the good. But it's a bit of luck Porter's not having de- and carried it llke a stake | claredhimout tosave nearly a hundred. He seems to have raced pretty loose.” “1 wonder if he thinks I'm taking in the falry tala?" thonght 1. ud he sald: “But you'll back him now, sir, won't you? He must be a long price in the win- ter book: “‘Yes, I'll arrange thac," answered the other, “and I'll take care of you, too. I suppose Westley will take the mount.” “Surely."” ““Well, you can give him to understand lhllt he'll be looked after if the horse wind.»* It's the Brooklyn, sir, is it?" Seems like it.” “I won't say anything about the race to ‘Westley, though.” Tll leave all that to you, I'll attend to getting the money on, you do the rest.” ‘When Crane had gone, Langdon pald fur- ther mental tribute to his master's astute- ness. “Now I see it all,” he muttered, “the old man just thought to keep me quiet, throw me off the scent till he dup- licated the other trial—wherever they pulled it off. Now he's got a sure line on the black, an' he'll make such a killin' that the books 'll remember him for many But why does he keep throwing that fairy tale into me about buyin' a bad horse to oblige somebody? A man would be a sucker to believe that of Crane; he's not the sort. But one sure thing, he sald he'd look efter me, an' he will. He'd break a man quick enough, but when he gives his word, it stande. Mr, Jakey Faust can look after himself. I'm not goin’ to take chances of losin’ a big stable of bread winners by doublin’ on the boss. Langdon's mental apalysis of Crane's motives was the outcome of considerable experfence; that man's past life was not compatible with generous dealing. His act of buying Diablo had been prompted by new-born feelings of regard for the Porters, chiefly Allis; but no man, much less Lang- don would have given him credit for other than the most selfish motives. True to his resolve Langdon utterly re- fused to share his confidences with Jakey Faust. ‘We've tried the horses The Dutchman won, but Crane knows more about the whole business than I do. You g0 to him, Jake, or wait till he sends for you an’ you'll find out all about it. My game's to run stralght with one man, any- way, an’ I'm going to do it That was all Faust could learn. When an occasion offered, he slipped a $10 note into Shandy's hand, for he knew the lad was full open to a bribe, but Shandy knew no more than did the bookmaker. The Dutch- man had won the trial from the black quite easily, was the extent of his knowledg: As to the horse himself, Shandy gave him & very bad character, indeed. (To be continued.) ~MILWAUKES— The maintaining of that high de‘r— of excellence that won for “‘Blats” its enviable tation 'way back Ia the forth has required undeviating care in the selection of material and the constant attention of the most skilled masters of the brewer’s art. 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