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Garrison’s A Great Midsummer Romance of the Racetrack | (Copyright, 1000, by Street A Smite.) CHAPTER I. 3 he made Ais way out of the A ‘leap as those teoth. «Me smiled cynically as he shouldered his way through the slowly moving that kaleidoscope of the humanities which congregate but do not 4; which coagulate wherever the trial of science, speed and stamina aa an excuse for putting fortune to the test, » At-waa a cynical crowd, a quiet crowd, « sullen crowd. Those who had gram, throngh sheer juck, bottled their joy until they could give it vent in a r atmosphere—one not #o resentful. For it had been a hard day for field. The favorite beaten in the stretch, choked off, outside the ‘money— Gerrison gasped as the rushing simulacra of the Carter Handicap eurged to his beating brain; that brain at bursting pressure. It had Feqorded @o many thinge—recorded faithfully #0 many, many things Would give anything to forget. ye® «was choking, @methering with shame, hopelessness, despair, He must get yi wet ay to breathe, to think; get away Out of it all; get away anywhere— sblivion, To the jibes, the sncers Mung at him, ‘the innuendos, the open insults and, ‘Worst of ali, the aad look of those fow friends who gave their friendship ‘without conditions, he was not indif- ferent, though he seemed so. God Knows how he felt it all. And all the tuore 0 because he bad once been so Now his fall was #0 low, so pitifully om wo contemptible, so jet! knew what the action of The Jockey Club would be. Tho stewards do only one thing, His license Yor day had seen MMs Anish, This, the $10,000 Carter Handicap, had seen his final slump to he bottom of the scale. W. It scen him & pauper, ostracized; ‘unelean thing in the mouth of friend and foe alike. The sporting world ‘wap through with him at last, And hen =the § sporting world = is ugh— in Garrison laughed harehly, at his cigarette, dragging its 168 into hie lungs in @ flerce desire Anish his physical cataclysm with Rijs moral. Yes, it had been his last chance, wa ots popular idol, had wer and lower in the @ sporting world had been it always is to “class.”. We “class,” and they had stuck as Doyers Street the: throwing every race; standin; Yn with @ book: ani stand for (oe res But they had deen loyal. warned, apicree, begaed. the use soak: Fi 8 Bz oH Any money, stung to madness by re- humped his way through the at the gates to the Aqueduct. Was not a friendy He st oar remarks as they recognised him. He summoned all his nerve to look them 8. looked for you" he whipped out venomoysly, his large hands rav- @nous: for something to rend. T've caught you. Who was in you on that dirty deal? Answor, you our! Spit it out before the crowd, ‘Was it me? Was it met” ho reite- vated in a frenzy, taking a step for- ‘ward ba each words ved bod gram- Mar coming equ: oO @ fore. ‘The crowd surged k. Or y were face to face. eves fall out!” they thought; and they waited for the fun. Something ‘Was due them. It came in flash, rbury shot out his big fist and Garrison thumped on the turf with & bang, a thin stream of blood }», threading ite way down his gray- white face. Uttle = whelp!” ‘qu — miserable howled “his owner. “You've dishgn- 9 me, You threw that race, you! That's what I get for ‘g you @ chance when you it goon a ef, a cur”: A vas Snel ‘on,” cut in Garrison, He had risen slowly, and was dabbing furtively gt his nose with « silk red-and-blue *Bandkerchief——the Waterbury colors. “Just a minute, added, striving to keep his voice from sliding the scale, He was herribly calm, but his gray eyes were quivering as was his lip. “I didn’t throw it. I—I didn’t throw it. I was sick. I—I've been sick. II" Then, for he was only # boy with a "a burdens, his lips began to quiver err ; bis volce shrilled out and wo came tumbling forth like lav: striving to make up by passion and re- (teration what they lacked in logic and coherency. “I'm not a thief. I'm not. Tm honest. I don't know how it hap- Everything became a blur in stretch. You--you've called me ir, Waterbury. You've called me @ thief. You. struck me, I know you can lick me,” he shrilled. “I'm dis- bonored—down and out. I know you can lick me, but, by the Lord, you'll do ft here and now! You'll fight me. I ¢ ke you. I never Uked you. I +, aun’ I don't like Your hat, an ors in your face.” He fiercely crump- Jed the silk handkerchief and pushed it swiftly into Waterbury’s glowering eye. Instantly there was a mix-up. The crowd was blood-hungry. They had paid for sport of some kind. T! §rvould be no crooked work in thii ‘LLustfully they watched. equality of the boy and the man was borne in on them, and it their stagnant sense of fair bag of Durham into the curved rice-paper held between nicotin stained finger and thumb, then deftly rolled hi: Jeft thumb and forefinger, while tying the bag with practised right Dand and even white teeth. Once his reputation had been as spot emothering— “sel 4 swirled up in an auto, and half a Y eyes that had never blinked under d you're a crook. Well, be one. with « twisted mouth and flaming hair, which he was always curling; & remarkably thin youth he PR gy’ ad- ngs were always in evide: bd jo, Red!” said Garrison gruffly, been Red's idol once, ie repared now, however, to Teo the othr side of the curtain. "Me ‘was no longer an idol to any one. "Hejlol” returned Red son-com- noret paddock, Garrison carefully tilted his moke” with the to the left, “Get jin ready for the Belmont open- “In there.’ where were situated the stalls. for him now?" ved Fle and the trainer but it wae @ question thickness would still be there, Garri- was not a foreign greft, but had been bar 6 bone. bs alto echoed Crimmina, coming forward. His manner was ¢ordial, 4 Garrison's frozen heart warmed. f course you'l-quit the game,” ran on the trainer, exch: commonalities. ourself,” a are teeth an’ skin of face was white. for and yet you t those lost rac every cent on Bi Crimmini ain't bis “It ain't one race, it’s sl: “It's Crimmina’s agitate bis brain for a friend, bi ay to bea dicted to green sweaters sentir eon, alone in the world since he bad ders, “It ain't ine’s mental songs. He was singing one run away from hi jome years ago, hump his on any man. now in a key entirely original with had no owner as most joys have, it or leave it.” himself, “Red's” characteristic was and Crimmins had fill the position “You wanted me to go crooked, that when hap) 6 wore a face like a of mentor. In fact, he had trained eaid Garrison steadily. “Was it tonmbstone, When sad, the sentimental him, though Garrison's riding ability ship"———~ “Huh! wanted you to go crookeat™ flashed the trainer with a sneer. “What y’ talking about? Ain't yeh a welcher now? Ain't yeh crooked—hair, ” “You mean that, Dan?” Garrison's “You've trained me, believe I was in on You know I lost snorted way to ut it umb fool. You The Evening World Daily Magazine, Monday, July 19, 1915 A COMPLETE NOVEL EACH WEEK IN THE EVENING WORLD | Ptr srs towne wr w tr cone wet notion vest There's bowing Ih We +4 An bis shoul- He did not know that ar trane » Bihar and broad and ‘scented, ere he vies by reason ‘moat down dim, Utte the way of many veree older, weer man—the easy, rose-etrewn re: big that in bottomiess abyss filled with bitter useatl; regrets, mais called “tt cla have been.” ir, Wiser formerly shunned adversity and pov- oo erty making it appear eo naked, rex ® Dal volting, unol reign hy ture, prosperity had now ‘aschod ts ent in her sensu: all ious, alluring gar- ments. Red's moral diatribe | Ag it. Garrison had kd Riding . hi can't shoot that bull con into me, Sorrect followed the 4s thus confronting them. next nino tHout time, Tguese. Bud: I know you. I give ‘you ax band-wagon vo the Anish, never asks une Was & young girl, with inded- Gaughter was . There was rrison pio- or offer, friend to friend, You turn it ing where it might lead, never car- Bite hair, whit coated with im, tsvieg 2 the true tured to himaelf the time when he & man he likes him even jf murder down and ‘cuse me of making you ing. He had youth, reputation, money & very » She woul the ir_ between ta had won his first mount. How long Should come ‘atween. Dan Crimmins pjay crooked. I'm done with you. It —he could never ‘overdraw that ac. aiwaye be rom for her ppery exclamations of ago that was! Time is reckoned by “in’t @ welcher. You've done me a8 ain't Crimmins’s way.” count, And 80 the modern pied piper instantly decided y seat events, not years. How glorious the dirty ® deal as one man could hand pijly Garrison eyed his former play and litte Garneon blindly Were beautiful. He furti peered dare risen from the turf for the third time; future had seemed! Ho slowly seat- another, but instead of gett hyak, trainer and mentor steadily for a music with the other pegrem Roter be he was ull his face @ smear of blood, venom and ed himself on a box by the side of What does Dan Crimmins re Wry: long time. His lip was quivering. tool: pa and on until he was jo oy a xedly, ut the ail'the bandit passions, Waterbury, the Red and laid a hand on the other's he agitates his brain ihioiog of 0 ay!” he sald hoarsely @Wallowed up in the mountal I rrasemen' gentleman im him soaked by the taint of a foisted dishonor and his fighting blood aroused, waited with clenched fists. As Garrison hopped in for fourcn Ume, the older man feinted quickly and then swung right and left sav- thin leg. he said, and his voice quiv- ‘you know I wish you luck, s reat game—thé greatest in the world Ie you only play it right.” He blunde: to silence as his own con- dition surged over him. Red was knocking out his shabby heels against the box in an agony of confusion. Then he grew emboldened by the other's dejected mi I'd never throw no rac diciall “10 don't pay"— “Red,” broke in Garrison harahly, “you don’t believe I threw that race? Honest, I'm square. Why, I up on Sis—Sis whom I love, Red—! ity 1 was gure of the race. Dead sure, I hadn't much money, but IT played that ul ing, y. Veh," ‘The blows were caught on the thick trainer; arm of @ tan box-coat. A big hand was placed over Waterbury's face aud he was given a shove backward. Ho Staggered for a ridiculously long time, and then, after ap unnecessary waste of minutes, sat down, The tan over- coat stood over him, It was Jimmy Drake, and the chameleonlike crowd applauded. Jimmy was a popular bookmaker with educated fists, The crowd surged voloe. needs name. closer, It looked as if the fight might every cent I had on her, I lost more oft. change from bantam-heavy to heavy- than any one. I lost—everything, heavy. And the odds were on Drake. See,” he ran on feverishly, glad of “If yeh want to fight kids," said the the opportunity to vindicate himself, easy, bookmaker, in bis slow, drawling if only to a stable bo: eas the tipping you t! voice, “wait till they're grown up. stewards will let the ri and, even round and Mebbe then yeh'll change your mind,” if Waterbury does kick, Rogue won Waterbury was on his feet now. He at a8 OD ee square enough.” ~ let looge some vitriolic verbiage, using “Yeh, because yeh choked Sis off | Drake as the objective point. He told th’ stretch. She could ha slept home him to mind his own busi or a winner, an’ yeh know tt, Billy,” sald that he would make it hot im. Red, with sullen regret. He told him that Garrison was a thief ‘There was a time when he never and curt and that he would have no would have dared to call Garrison by bookmaker and tout-—— his Christian name. » Disgrace is a “Hold on,” said Drake. “You're got- great leveler. Red grew more con- ting too Bossy right there, Whon scious of his own rectitude. you call me a tout you're exceedin' the “I ain't knockin’ yeh, Billy,” he eon- speed limit.” He had an ungomfort- tinued, speaking slowly, to lengthen ably steady blue eye and a face like the pleasure of thus monopoliaing the ® snow shovel. “I stepped in here not pulpit. “What have I to aay? Yeh to argue morals, but to see fair play, can ride rings round any jockey in It Billy Garrison's done dirt, and I the States—at least, yeh could.” And admit It looks close like it, I'll bet that then, like his kind, Red having your atable, either trainer or owner, nothing to say, proceeded to say It. shared the mud-pie, all right"— “But It weren't your first thrown 4° T've stood enough of those race, Billy. Yeh know that. I know f erled Waterbury in a frenzy. how yeh doped {t out. I know weain't ¢ lie. got much time to make a pile if we Instantly Drake's large face atiffen- keep at th’ game. Makin’ weight ed like cement, and his overcoat was maker yeh a lunger, We all die of th’ hurry-up stunt. An’ yeh're all right to your owner as lon, Fal his op the ground op guiehiy. “That's a fighting word where I come from,” he said grimly. But before Drake could square the insult a crowd of Waterbury’s friends forty- six, double time for yours. I know what th’ game is when you've hit th’ top of th’ pile. It's @ fast mob, an’ yeh got to keep up with the band- wagon. You're makin’ money fast and spendin’ {t faster. Yeh think it'll never stop comin’ your way. Yeh dip into everythin’. Then yeh wake up some day without your pants, and yeh dozen peacemakers, mutual acquaint- ances, together with two somnambu- Ustic policemen, mapnged to preserve the remaina of the badly shattered peace. Drake sullenly resumed his coat, and Waterbury was driven off, leaving a back draft of impolite ad- Jectives and vague threats against everybody, The crowd drifted away, It wasa fying finish for the seotched Carter Fa’ heart I There's a lot of wise exes handin’ out crooked advice—they take the coin and you th’ big stick. Yeh know, to do it. ‘Ainap, neither Crimming nor the Old Man stand, don’t you? I'll square that deal per; merry—-or sorry—go-round of titiously and quietly, Behemoth was Moanwh' o, Garrison, taking advan- was in on your deals, but yeh had it gome day. Bis. Til come back and q bookmakr; going from track to Garter’ Hon Notp Aataved aaa. pBirephen, ani Be teuees thet Se tage of the switching of the lime. all framed up with outside cuys. Yeh Square it, Don't forget me} won track, and from bad to worse. His ang with it Garrison had lost his nd Bie light from himself to Dra’ had bled the fleld to soak a pile. See, Bill,” forset you—-T can ‘ou don't thin® friends said he was unlucky; his Pomueation. Garrison pulled Ris hat well down dodged to oblivion in the crowd. he finished eloquently, “it weren't me & crook, Sis? | Say you don't. Say enemies, that the only honest thing "ie "had done many things in his Over hie face, rose negligently and en- “T guess I don't forget Jimmy your firat ra it" jhe pleaded fercely, rafsing her jn him ‘was his cough, Me had in- yaad years of promperity-—-the tered the next car. wi there Drake,” he mused grimly to himself, head. “He's atraight cotton. The only one who didn’t give me the double-cross out and out. Bud, Bud!" he deplored to himaelf, “this ia sure the wind-up. You've atruck bed-rock and the tide’s coming in—hard. You're all to the ‘weeds. Buck up, buck up,” he growled sav. ¥, in flerce contempt. “What're you dripping about?” He had caught & te#t burning Its way to his eyes— “I know, know," said Garrison, arimly. “Cut it out, You don’t under- stand, and It's no good talking. When you have reached the top of the pile. Red, you'll travel with as fast a mob ag I did, But I never threw a race in my life. + That's on the level. Some- how I always got blind dizzy in the stretch, and it passed when I crossed the post. I never knew when it was coming on. I felt all right other times. T had to make the coin, as you say, for I lived up to every cent T made. No, T never threw a race-—— Yes, you can amile, Red,” he finished savagely. “Smile if your face wants stretching. Rut that's straight. Mayhe I've gone back, Maybe I'm all in. Maybe I'm a crook, But there'll come a time, It may he one vear, it may be a hun- hi dred, when I'l! come back—clean. I'll jy make rood, and If you're on the track, Red, Til show yoy that Garrison can ride a harder, sfraighter race than you or any one. This isn’t my finish ‘There's a new deal coming to me, and I'm going to see that T ret it." Without heeding Red's pessimistic reply, Garrison turned on his heel and entered the stall where Sis, the Carter Handicap favorite, was being boxed for the coming Pelmont opening. Crimmins, the trainer, looked up sharply as Garrison entered. He was a small, hard man, with a face like an fee-pick and es devoid of pupils, which fact gave him a stony, blank expression, In fact, he had been lik- ened once, by Jimmy Drake, to a needle with two very shar; ) and the simile was merited. he was an excellent flesh handle i Water- bury, an old ex-hookie, knew what he was about when he appointed him head of the stable, ‘ “Hello, Dan!" sald Garrison, in the same tone he had used to greet Red. know, It Waterbury’s savage blows, “What if you are ruled off? What if you are called a liar and crook; thrown the game to soak a pile? What if you couldnt get @ clothes-horse to run in a potato race? Buck up, buck up. and plug your croton pipe. They say Show ‘em you don’t care,a damn. You're down and out, anyway. What's honesty, anyway, but whether you fot the goods or ain't? Shake the unch. Get out before you're kicked out. Open a pool-room like all. the beens and trim the suckers right, and down the middle. Money’ the whole thing. Get it. Don’t mind how you do, but just get it, You'll be honest enough for ten men then, Anyway, there's no one cares a curse how you pan out"——— He stopped, and his face slowly re- laxed. The hard, vindictive look slow- ly faded from his narrowed eyes. “Sis,” he said softly, “Sis+I was going without saying goodby. Worgive me.” He swung on his heel, and with hunched shoulders made his way back to the Aqueduct. Waterbury's training quarters were adjacent, and, after lurk. ing furtively about like some hunted anima), Garrison summoned all his nerve and walked boldly in. The only stable boy about was one ell, “Yeh?” the sanctuary aft “AW, ane ly, Then he . That's Dan jay.’ Puirrison wae silont. He did nov try to vindicate himself. as hopeless. oblivious to Crimmi And after much agitating brain I've hit on a good money-mak- ing scheme for you, Bud. “Eh?” asked Garrison: And the trainer lowered his ‘I know @ man that's goin’ to buck the poolrooms in New York. He chap who knows the ropes— one like you--and I gave him your I thought it would come in handy, I saw your finish a long way This fellab’s in t Union; an operator with t lines. ‘You can run the gi See, he holds bi he win: lay the beta before he loosens up on the returns, money; easy and sur Again Garrison w now a smile was on his face. been asking himself what was the use of honesty. chance had come. “What d'you say?” asked Crimmina, his head on one side bis small eyes calculating. Tho smile was still twisting Garri- son's lip, “I was going to light o * he answered slowly. “ ght. She's over ther The handlers fell back in silence as Garrison approached the filly. was softy humming the music hall » "Goodby, . the handlers to a man liked n. They knew how he had pro- to love the filly, and now they that he would prefer to say. rewell without an audience. whinnied as Garrison raised her small head and looked steadily into her : soft, dark eyes. he said slowly, “It's a goodby. been since you were first foaled. have; the only one to say goodby to me. Do you care?” ‘The filly nuzzled at hi “L've done you dirt to-day,” the boy, a little unsteadily. breere about to make th’ coin again, YOUr race agen how it came about. I didn't, girlie. ‘The filly understood. She Npped his face, whinnying lovingly. out on the glossy coat—-sobbing like a little child, How long he stayed there, the filly nugaling him like @ mother he did not emed as if he had reached @ in aeon of chaos. Ho had found love, understanding in a beast of the field. Where his fellow man had withheld, given her all and questioned not. For Sis, by Rex out of Reine, two- year filly, blooded stock, was a thor- oughbred. And a thoroughbred, be he man, beast or bird, hand. A stran @ chum in ad jon; he gives, " sald Crimmins, as Garrison slowly emerged from the stall, take the partin’ pretty next your skin. What's your a spoke of? Mulled it over? take mueh thinking, I guess.” paring his mourning fringed pails with Great indifference. “No, it doesn't take much thinking, Dan," agreed Garrison slowly, his eyes narrowed. “I'll rot firat before I touch 4 The trainer reised his thick eyebrows and lowered his thin voice. inatinct! “Kind of tony, ain't yeh? can't be choogers.” “They needn't be crooks, Dan. I know you meant it all Fugat enough,” eaid Garrison bitterly, “ crooked, and that I'd take anything— anything; dirt of any kind, #0 long’s back upon. Hi under it.” 1" said Crimmins savage- checked himself. Sis. his shoulde: of my G Western poojroom me, It's ck the returns, , and you skin IV'a easy alent. But He bad Now here hie first dial mistake, From his mother Garrison had in- herited his coot head, steady eye, and ‘ the intulttve hands that could compel horsefiesh like @ magnet. From her he had inherited a pecullar recklesa- ness and swift daring. father—well, Garrison never liked to talk about his father, n He With all his was a memory; He was eprig of Sis she had loved bim. band, she her home volition, Perhaps sh the good she had shoulder. continued © “It was tart. You knew, xplain now, Si! But I didn't « You under- ciplent consumption. go Mre. Garri- son's life, such as it was, had been lived in a trunk—when it wasn't held for hotel bilis—but she had lived out In a mo- erve had heen swept her mistake gamely. t When thi Garrison resented the filly bad tion with the boy. does not welch on only in prosper- rsity. He does not time. piecemeal. “yOu er to the e I it don't He was Beggars ‘ou think I'm “Itain't TUMBLE TO M— The Giant and the Waterspouts Suddenly one spurted up right beneath thelr i it into the air. t into the lake. Down through the waters they plunged to the bottoim, st of sights ‘Tumbling into Bylowland, Tom found his situation théte a dangerous one. For he was tum! from Bide to side on the deck of the houseboat, It rolled ‘and rocked on a turbulent'sea from which geysers ‘spouted:at irregular intervals, waters and spouting geysérs, craft, Not only Toms but all his friends these to’ the ‘and unravel the mystery of the SY Gain "The giant standing on the lake bed was being en- tertained by Neptune, He was lai boisterously at the sea god's fish stories. Thi k, his mighty breath, spi | with suet force, oe surging upward, formung waterspouts faces His hands were deep in his hunched as he swung out of the stable, He was humming g004-looking, traight family tree. He had met his wife at the New Orieane track, where her father, an amateur horse owner, had two entries. And There ie good in every one. Perhaps she had discov- CHAPTER II. ARRISON left Long Isiand for New York that night. When you are hard hit the soul suffers a refiex action. It recoils to its nativ York was Garrison's home, product of its sporting soll. He loved the Great White Way. But he had drunk in the smell, the intoxication of the track with his mother’s milk. She had been from the South; land of straight women, straight men, straight living, straight riding. had brought blood—good, clean blood -to the Garrison-Loring entente cor- polite definition of a buge His mother his father a blank. -living when she came North with her hus- ually dropped out of rele; dropped of was afri discovered in her husband had been seen through @ magnifying glass, Her life with Garrison was a constant whirlwind of changing scene and fortune—the per- the boy came—Billy—she ht Heaven had smiled,upon her at last, But it was only héll. Garri- son loved his wife, for love ia not a In time he came to hate his son. Billy's education was chiefly conetitu- tional. There wasn't the mon pay for his education for any His mother had to fight So he took his education in capsules, receiving a dose in ono city and jumping to another for the next, according as a track opened. He knew his father never cared for him, though his mother tried her best to gloze over the indifference of her husband. But Billy understood and re- sented jt, He and his mother loved in secret. When she died, her mistake lived out to the best of her ability, young Garrison promptly ri from his circulating home. father’s peopl nt sense of honor desire for cleanli- ness kept him off the rocks, The years between the time he left home and the period when first mount op the track, his natural birthright, Billy Garrison often told himeelf he would never care to look fe was young, and he did not “now that years of privation, of hardship, of semi-starvation—but with an insistent ambition goading one on— From his her own id th: ing when he firs wet it? Billy Garrison huddled down now in the roaring train as he thought of him, a demoniacal obsession—that morning when he coughed, and a bright speck lood stood out like @ signal againat the whi it, It was always before of arterial had the She of God and man, jad struck, struck hard. his Drain, would not give in. that he was mas er. of crass youth, ; ered it in Garrison's father where no knew it curse ag Deg orn Yealie one else had. eret- He by a He ue Frese ter: But f aay it is. Isn't that enough?” the only girl I have; the only sweet- - Her family threw her off—at least, me any et eed Gali Ske be. use; No reserved seats,” ob- count—youth, reputation, was overthrown at last, Cam thet’ Dan Cri Then L seme to doctor Garrison, But despite it rode his life. Horsefiesh, the said otherwise, and it knave, the t and had drained it to the dregs: tasted bitter in his mouth. For obvious reasons Garrison had not chosén his usual haven, the smoking had plenty of vi 'will-be"” has enemies. have, Nothing 1s lost in f= hal Ene- om," mies make you; not your frien voloe was throaty. Garrison had selected a car next to =Garrigen. his bet away the smoker and occupted @ seat at the and was al te resume the defunct knew forward end, back to the engine. ‘was interrupted. A noth- His hands wore deep in his pockets, his fend. ver ‘of the young shoulders hunched, his e re itraight ahead under the slouch hat. wi not outward; they did not see his great pie TE 8; they were looking im on "e By #4 won his the ruin of his life, his iting ‘up, Then he be- ‘The present, the future, aid not ex- came aware that his ejector was not Ist; only the past think ture. ma Vi stuer——F ‘To be sure, Tom ‘and his lowers made for the sur- face of the lake and scrambled up onto the keel of the overturned boat. They were m; Sonn a when they thought cape fag A tverexapiog te clutches of Hal, thet gant Ou! Ly Then he awoke too late, as they ke; awoke 1 find What hin vigor Stennal | apped by early suppers and OY's fac . And then had come that awful morn- commenced to cough, Would he, could he, ever for- inherited? the seede from hi father; he had assiduously cultive them by making weight against all laws of nature, by living against Now they hag been unished ag they always are; That had been his first warning, and Garrison did not heed it, Instead of quitting the game, taking what little assets he had managed to save from the holocaust, and living quiet- ly, atriving for a cure, he kicked over the traces. The music of the pied piper was still in his ears, twisting He gritted his teeth. He He would show The: rt. He would fight this insidious vitality vampire, fight » he had to make money. to The thought of going back to a pit- tance a year sickened him. That pit- tance had once been a fortune to him. But his appetite had not been gorged, entiated; rather, t nee i) Reg yrerd jumping igher 108, \acreased with ind’ 4 process in ratio with h 0. had no go into two was well under way when to guide him; ne one to Somes 1 girl spoke. a iS hip, ’ savice wip & wale Me oocapmney. money- day when in the pad ming had seen that fleck of arterial] blood on the handkerchief. the secret. He com- every race the jockey had ao ‘worke ¢ takes, the faulte of youth. But Billy Garrison was right when he sald was square. He never threw a race in “game,” was sacred to him, He had gone wild, but never crooked. But the world fe onl; the fool who never heed what the world says. And so at twenty-two, when the average young man ts leaving college id for the real taste of life, little Garrison the arrival of Billy. the lees He resented sharing his wife's affec- train. to flowing from the Aqueduct track, atripped bare, sensitive to @ breath. would writhe under the mild compas- sion of @ former admirer as much as it wo@ld under the open jibes of his * “would-be, It ig well they His eyes were looking in. \ved—lived with all the animaliem of @ rank He was too far in the depths 4 re-erecting his life's bigwe- 1s cough was troubling Hi bis brain throbbing, throbbing. jarrison was not Ne to the eternal eat Hewes ene with 5 i$ ie eee, : h it at Wyakewektona: it antag denied iy Su senda’ now ‘Ukiah aya Senet Oe ‘a Rerve frayed to ribbons by gambling. (ried, to eritiolse wr tered ‘the ‘sar. n up like her short upper lip; Handicap, Wai ape it had ir obit temper andn. ‘wil ot Mer wna had a mole dee oct eae eae ier ite making vp otra * noted also that she ler returned body, and Garrison's is to her her left eye. But one al from the facial peregrina’ eyes. e stare, Garrison caught himeelf wishing that he could hiss those eyes. That threw him into @ panic, every feature, le could not. It was true that they were a far from being regular; her ey were hy Se it was fas of now “Be wad, be sad," he advised himself jigen But the oll. New pete . "What right have you to ieoatty ao Hewasa Dt ik? You're rude to stare, even if Tie shee 1 te is @ queen. wouldn't wipe Consumption, the jey’s Old Man her boots on you.” of the Sea, had arrived at last. Me laving convinced himself that he should not think, Garrison promptly ited proceeded to speculate, How tall wus she? He likened her flexible re a to Bil is was his criterfon. The for the brain is a queer actor, pla} clown when it should play tragedian, Garrison discovered that he was wiah- ing that the girl would not be taller than his own five feet two. “As \f tt» mattered a curse,” he laughed contemptuously, His eyes were transferred to the door, It had opened, and with the puff of following wind there came & crowd of men, emerging like specters from the blue haze of the smoker, y had evidently been “smoked 5 of them were sober. Garrison half lowered his head as the crewd entered. He did not wish be seaggn ines. The men, laughi: noisily, crowded into what seats wet unoccupied. There was one man more than available space, be started to py the half-vacant seat beatde ey girl aignuy'e slate-col iy eyes, wee ly more then and the of making four feet lature 'Pardor this seat ls reserved,’ s¢- “Don't look ike it" said Behemoth. the man placidly, equeesing in. airl fies! hed a look at him and dock Before an an that she was rated @ moment and then returned. He "the of wth. tall me even he mused horic ex-alderman sent mindedly for loved Dy Gar ison in his t jarrison to @ emall fortune. thrown the race?” he ran on b “Many a jockey has and has tell it. No, there's more behind than it. rey that ve = woulda’ turn me ‘fo test their fg Cod yay ‘when fing with os fom, who was to tumbie