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20 THE OMAIIA DAILY BEEt SUNDAY, AUGUST 17, 1002. "horoughbre(Js. By W. A. PHASER. Attir of "Tfet Outcast," Mooiwfc" and Otbcr Stories. (Coarrtght, a, by MeClure, FhlUIpe A Co.) CHAPTER V. Jobs Porter Ml la the grandstand with bli suel companion, Allla, beside him, the Dutchman, lucretla and the other Ecllpee Boreea passed down the broad spread ef the straight Ecllpee courae to the fiYe-eod-ooe-aalf-furloag poat. Though Porter had mined the betttng. he Intultlrelr ' felt the Joy. of an anticipated wit. Only a true lorer of thoroughbred! cm know aught of the mad tumult of exul tation that twanga and vlbratee the tieart trlnga aa a loved bora come bravely, gal lentlr. out from the surging throng of hli rivals, peerleaa and king of them all, tretchtng hli tapering neck with eager striving, and goea onward, paat the tribunal, first and alone, the leader, the winner, the one to be cheered of the many thousands wrought to freoiy by hie eoaquest. "Surely Lucretia will win today, father--doa't you think eo?" naked A1IU; "I feel that the will." "Bhe'a got a big weight up," ha answered. "She a a little bit of a thing, aad It may drive her Into the ground com ing down the Eclipse hill. I expect they'll coma at a terrible Jog, too; they don't often fceog back on that course." Now that the betting worry and the worry of getting aa honcat boy were over that tba borate had gone to the post, and that the race rested with Lucretia herself. Por ter's mind had relaxed. Even at the time of the struggle Itself tension hsd gone from bin; be wae In a meditative mood, and epoke on, weighing the chancea, with AU.s aa audl eaee. "But they'll have to move corn to beat the little mare's trial they'll make It In record time If they head her, I think." "Isn't the bora that beat her the other day la, too, father V "The Dutchman yes, but I fancy bis owner la backing my mare." Tather!" "It wouldn't make any difference, though) she'd beat him anyway. If I'm any Judge, be'a short." Allls felt a rustle at her elbow as though someone wished to paaa between the aeats. The faintest whiff of stephanotls came to her oa the lasy summer air. Involuntarily aha turned bar bead and looked for the harsh-voiced woman who had bean verily steeped In tbe aggressive odor the day of Lausanne's triumph. Two burly men sat behind her. They aurely did not affect per fumery there was even a fair gale of cigar origin, homing In their clothes. Higher up tbe stand her eye sesrched four rows Jback sat tho woman Alan had aald waa Langdon'a alater. There was no forgetting the buoy ant brilliancy of her apparel. But the al most fancied sephyr of stephanotlc was mingling with the rustle at her elbow; she turned her head Inquiringly in that direc tum, mii Crtss's' eyes peep e! r over the stone wall of their narrow lids. He wss standing In tho paasage Just beyond her father, now looking wistfully at tho vacant aeat on her left. "Good afternoon. Miss Porter how are you. Porter T May I alt here with you and sea Lucretia win?" "Coma in, coma In!" answered Porter, frankly. "I waa sitting with some friends higher up la the stand, when I saw you here and thought I'd like to make one of the vic torious party." , Allla knew who the friends were; the clinging touch of stephanotls had coma with blm, a falnt-volced mentor that sug gested to her aa evil atmosphere. Tha discrepancy in Crane's sentiments jarred on Allla the atephsnotls bad be trayed him most emphatically; that other day this woman had been hla trainer's sister, to ba recognised for polltlo pur poets i today he hsd been sitting with "friends." Topping tha rail In the distance, just where the course kinked a little to the left, Allla could see the blur of many colored silks In the sunlight. .Then It seemed to flatten down almost level with tbe rail, as ' the horses brosdened on to the earth In racing spread, and tbe riders clung low to tbe galloping colts for they had started. - "There they come," said Crane. "What's is th lead. Porter?" porter did sot answsr. A man eould have counted thirty before ba' ssid: "The Dutchman's out In front a length, and tbsy'ra coming down the hill like mad." Allla felt her heart sink. Wss It to bs tba same old story was there always tobe something in front of Lucretia? "Where la your mare?" Crane asked. Hla own. glasses lay Idly In his lap. Though ha spoke of the race. It waa curious that bis eyes were watching tbe ffay of Allla features, as hope and despair fought their old human-torturing fight over again la bar heart. "Now she's ' coming!" Portsr's voice sjasde Crane Jump; he had almost for gotten tbe race. To bis close-calculating mind It bad been aettled days before. The Dutchman would not win, and Lucretia waa tha beat of tho others why worry? Tbsy wsre standing now everybody was. "Now, my beauty, they'll have to gallop." Porter was saying. Tbsy were close up. and Crane could see that Lucretia had got to tha bay colt's bssd, and he wss dying away. He smiled cynically aa he watched Westley go to the whip an the Dutchmen, with Lucretia bait a length In the lead. Most certainly Langdon waa an excellent trainer; the Dutchman was Just good enough to last Into second- place, and Lucretia bad won handily. What a win Crane bad had. A little smothered, gasp distracted bis momentary thought of puecees. and, tura lag quickly, he aay tears In a pair of gray ayes that were act In a smiling face. "Like a babe oa hla neck I waa sobbing." tamo back to Crass out of the poem Allla bad recited- "I congratulate you. Miss Porter," be said,' raising hla hat. Then be turned and held out his band to her father, . ssrlogi narrow way. As ha moved along slowly he preeently bed knowledge of a presence at h'e side a familiar presence. Raising bis eyes from a contemplation of the heels In front of him he ssw Belle Langdon. She nodded with patronising freedom. "I loet you." ebs said. "I was sitting with some friends here," he explained. "Tea, I ssw her." sho commented, point endly. At that Instant one of tha atout men la front aald, with a bear'a snarl: "Well, thst's tba worst ever; I've seen some Jobs in my time, but this puts It over anything yst." " 'Didn't you back the little mare?" a thin voice squealed. It was the tout. "Back notbln'l Tha laat .time out aha tbe wlae-man, "so" eoon's t ssw a snove today from tha wise guys In tbe ring, I plumped for the msrs toot sweet.' " Whit aa extraordinary thing msnipula- tloa waa, Craae mused, ss be listened; also bow considerable of aa in the public wss la Ita theoretical wisdom. Then tbs three men drifted awsy to fol low soma new toy balloon of erratic pos sibilities, snd Crane wound through the narrow paassge which led to the psddock. There be encountered Langdon. "Ha dlda't run a very good borss, sir," begsn tba trainer. "I thought otherwise," replied Crsne, measuring tho Immediate vicinity of listen ers. "I hsd to drsw It a bit fins," declared Langdon, with apologetic remonstrance. Running second is always bad business, except in a selling race," ratorted hla mas ter. "I've got to think of myself," growled Langdon. "If he'd been beat off, there'd been trouble; tho stewards hsvs got the other rsea la their crop a bit yet. "I'm not blaming you, Langdon; only I waa a trifle afraid that you were going to beat Porter's mare. He's a friend of mine and needed a wla badly. I'm not exactly his fsther confessor, but I'm his banker, which amounts to pretty much the earns thing." "What about the horse, sir?" ssked the trainer. they step, t bet Diablo Ml quit right there; he's done It three or four times." "He was the Disking of a great horse aa a 1-year-old. wasn't be. Andy?" "They rsld a long price for him. if that's any line; but I think be never waa no good. It don't matter how faat a borsa Is if ba won't try." "I've sn Idea Dlsblo'U be a good horse yet," mused Porter. "Tea can't make a alow horns gsllop, but there's a chance of curing a horse's temper by kind treatment. I've noticed that a squealing pig generally runs like the devil whea ho takes it Into bis hesd." "Plablo's a squealing pig if there aver waa one," growled Dixon. They bad reached the track stable, and, Se If by a mutual instirct, the two men walked ou till they stood In front of Lau sanns's stall. "He's a good enough looker, ain't bs?" commented Dixon, as be dipped under tha door bar. went Into the stall and turned the horse about. "He's the picture of bis old sire, Laztsrone," be continued, looking the horse over critically; "an a damned sight bigger rogue, though tbe old one waa bad enough. La na rone won the Suburban with blinkers on his hesd, bandages oa bis legs, an' Ood knows what In hla stomach. lie wss second In the Brooklyn that sams year. I've always heard bs was a mule, an' I guess this one got It all, an' none of tha "TOU WERE HYPNOTIZE THAT DAY. MR. FATJST, 80 WAS THE JUDGE. LAU Z ANNE DIDN'T BEAT ANYTHING.' couldn't untrack herself; an' today she somes, without any pull In the weight, and wlna In a walk from the Dutchman; and , didn't he beat her Just as easy tho other day?" Bella Langdon looked Into Crane'a face, and her eyes were smeared with a look of reciprocal meaning. Crane winced. How aggresalvsly obnoxloua tha half-tutored girl, mlatreaa of many gay frocks, could make herself. There waa an Implied crime partnership In hsr glance which revolted him. Dick Langdon must have talked In his own home. . .. Crane's" conscience well, he hardly had one, perhapa; at leaat It waa alwaya sub servient; to put (t in another way, tha retrospect of bis msntpulated diplomacy never bothered him, but tbla gratultoua sharing in hie evil triumph was disquiet ing. The malicious glitter of the girl's email, black eyca contrasted strongly with the honest, unaffected look that was for ever in the big, tranquil eyea of Allls. ' They wre just si the head of the steps and the tout was saying to the fat expostu lator. 'I could hav put you next: 1 steered a big better on ho won a thousand over the mare. I saw Boston's betting man bavin' an old time play, an' I knew it waa a lead-pipe cinch. He's a aura thing bet tor, he la; odds don't make no difference to him, the shorter the better that's when bla owu boy'a got the mount." "It's all right to be wise after the race," grunted tbe fat man. "O'wan! tha atable didn't have a penny on Lucretia laat time; an' what do you suppose msds hsr favorite today?" queried the tout derisively. "It took a bar'l of money," he continued, full bf hla own logical deductions, "an I'll bet Porter cleaned up twenty thousand. Hs's a pretty slick cove, Is oil 'Honest John,' if you ask me." i Ths girl at Crane's side cackled a laugh. "He's funny, lsi't be?" she said, nodding her big plumed hat In the direction of tbe man group. "He's a talkative fool!" muttered the banker, shortly. "The steps are clear on the other side. Miss Langdon; you cau get down there. I've got to go Into the pad dockyou'll excuao me." Being vicious out of -emptiness for the fun of the thing hnd never appealed to Crane; be raced, as he did everything elss to win. If other men suffered that -was the play of fate. He never talked about these tblnga himself, almost dlillked to think of them. He fumed his back on Belle Lang don and want down ths rlght-hsnd steps. Oa the grsss sward at the bottom be atopped for an Instant to lools across .at the jockey board. Three mca had Juat come out from the refreshment bar under the etsnd. They, were pcssesied of many things; gold of the bookmakers In their pockets, and Its ever attendant exhilaration In their hearta. One of there had cracked a bottle of wine at the bar, aa a tribute to tbe exceeding awiftuess of Lucretia. for he bad won plentifully. At that particular stage there was nothing left but to talk It over, and they talked. Crane, avarlcleua. unhesitating In his fighting, devoid of sympathy, wss not of the eavesdropping class, but aa hs stood there. I'm glad you've woo. Porter I though.; bo was aa much a part of the other tuen'a you would. The Dutchman quit' whea he was pinched."' "It wasn't tbe colt's fault he was short." aald Porter. "I shouldn't, like to have baraea la that maa'e stable be'a too good a iralaer fcr-me." There was a marked emphasis on Porter'a words; be was trying to give Crsne a friendly bint. "You mesa It's a esse of strawberries?" questioned Craae. "Well, I know It takes a lot of eaodts to find a lost qusrter," remarked Porter, Somewhat ambiguously. Then be added. "1 must go dowa and thank Dixon; I gueas tbla la bla annual day tor smiling." "I'm coming., too. tather," aald Allla; "I waat to thank Lucretia. and giro her a kiss, brsvs llttls sweetheart." After Allla and her father had left Crane be eat for a minute or two waiting for the trowd of people that blocked tha page wsy aftsr sack race to liter dowa oa the lawa. The way aeemed clearer prescatly and Crass, rising, fell In behind a knot of loud-talking men. Tbe two af large pro portions, who bsd sat behind Allls. wre Ilka bugs gate poels Jammed there la the ci'nirrnnon as mougo ne naa been a fourth member ot the brotherhood. "I tell you none of these trainers ain't In It lth a gentleman owner whea he takea to racin'. Vhon a man of bratna takes to runnln' koraea aa a-profesh. he's gen'rally a Jim Dandy." It waa bs of ths wlns-epenlng. who let fall theae worda of wise value. "D'you mean Porter, Jim?" asked number two of the trio. "Maybe that'a bis name. An' hs put it sll ever Mister Langdon this trip." "As how?" queried ths othsr. "Last tines be runs his mere, she's got core la her feel the whole Journey, an' all the time he owns the winner, Lausanne, see? buys blm before they go out. Thea Largdca thinks lbs Dutchman'a the goods, an' buya him at a faaey price gives a bale ft lone 'goods for him I'vs got It straight bit be parted with flftea thouol Tha ths gentleman owner, Hoaeat Joha, urns tbe trick with Lucretia, an' makca the Diitchmaa look like a aellln' plater." "I jus Laagdon'U feel pretty alck," bssarded number three. '"I'd bea watcbla' the game," continued ""We'll see later on. Let blm go easy foi the present." , , "I wonder what he meant by that," Lang don mused to himself, aa Crane moved away. "He don't make nobody a present ot a race for love." Suddenly he stumbled upon a solution of the enigma. "Well I'm damned if that wasn't slick; be give mo the straight tip to leave Porter to him to let him do tbe plannln'; I see." CHAPTER VI. Porter waa an eaay man with his horses. Though he could not afford, because of hla needa, to work out hla theory, that two-year-olds should not bo raced, yet he utilised It as far as possible, by running them at longer intervals than waa general. "I'll atart tbe little mare about once mors this season," he told Dtxon. "The babca can't cut teeth and grow, and fight It out in punishing races, on dusty bay and hard shelled oats, when they ought to be picking grass in an open field. She's too good a beast to do up In her young days. The Assassins made good S-year-olds and the little mare's dam. Maid of Rome, wasn't much her first year out only won once but aa a 8-year-old she won three out of four starts and the fourth year never lost a race. Lucretia ought to be a great mare next year. If I lay her by early this season. 8be'e In a couple ot stakes at Gravesend and Sheepshead, and we'll just tit her Into tha softest spot." "What about Lausanne?" asked the trainer; "I'm afraid be'a a bad horse." "How Is hs doing?" "He's stale. He'a a bad doer doesn't clean up hla oata, an' mopes." "I guess that killing finish with the Dutchman took the life out of him. That sort of thing often aettlea a aoft-hearted horse for all time." "I don't think it was the race, air," Dixon replied; "they Just pumped the cocaine into him till he waa fair blind drunk; he must a' awallowed the bottle. I give him a ball, a bran .mash, and Lord knowa what all, an' the poison's workln' out ot htm. He's all breakln' out In lumpa; you'd think he'd been atung by bees." "I never heard ot such a thing," com mented Porter. "A man that would dope a 1-year-old ought to be ruled off, sure." "I think ycu oughter make a kick, sir," said Dixon, hesitatingly. "I don't. When I aqueal, Andy, It'll be when there's nothing but the voice left. I bought a horse from a man onoe, Juat aa he atood. I happened to know ths horse, and said I didn't want any Inspection dlda't want to see htm, but bought h'm ss I say. just ss hs stood. When I went to the stable to get him he wasn't worth much, Andy he was dead. Perhaps I might have made a kick about his not standing up, but I didn't." "Well, str, I'm tblnkln' Lauzsnne's a dsuced sight worse'n a dead horae; he'll eostl more trying to win with him." " I dare aay you're tight, but he can gal lop a bit" "Whea be'a primed." "No dope for me, Andy. I never ran a dope horss and never will I'm too fond of them to poison them." "I'll freshen him up a bit, sir, and well give him a try In a aay or two. Would you mind puttln' him la a aellln' race he cost ailt." "He couldn't win anything else, and If anybody wanta to claim him they can." "I thought of starting Diablo In that mile handicap: be'a In pretty light. He's about all we've got ready." "All right. Dixon." Porter replied. "It may be that we've broke our bad luck with tbe little mare." Tbey were atandlng in the paddock dur ing this conversation. It waa In ths fore noon. Dixon hsd come over to the secre tary's offlcs to ses about some entries he fors II o'clock. When tbs trainer haj finished his business ths two men walked across ths couise and Infield to atable 12, where Dixon had his homes. As they passed over the "Wlster course." as the circular track was called. Dlxoc pointed to tae dip aear tbe lower far turn. "It's a deuced fuuy thing," he said, apeaklng rcmlnUcentiy, "but that little hollow there aettiea more horses than tha last fifty yards of ths finish; it seems to make the soft cds remember that they're i ruaclA' wbea. ibey get that change, aa' sallopinv' "How doea he work with the others?" queried Porter. "Runs a bit an' then cuta It won't try a yard. Of course he'a alck from that dope, an' the othera are a bit faat for him. If we put him in a aellln' race, cheap, he'd have a lightweight an' might do better." Porter walked on to Lucretla'a stall and the trainer continued In a monologue to Lausanne: "You big slob! You're a counter felt, If there ever was one. But Til stand you a drink juat to get rid ot you; I'll put a bottle of whiaky Inside your vest day after tomorrow, an' If you win p'rps somebody 'II buy you." . . Lausanne aid not answer it a - a way horses have. It la doubtful It bla mind quite grasped tbe situation, even. That neither Dixon, nor Langdon, nor the jockey beys understood him he knew not clearly. but approximately enough to Increase hla stubbornness, to rouse his resentment. They had not even atudled out the pathology ot his descent sufficiently well to give blm a fair show to train him intelligently. They remembered that his sire, Lazxarone, bad a bad temper; but they forgot that he was a stayer not given to sprinting. Even Lauzanne's dam, Brlc-a-Brac, was foad of a long route, was better at a mile and a halt then five furlongs. Lauzanna knew what had come to him of genealogy, not In hla mind ao much aa In his muscles. They were strong but s'.ug glah, not active but non-tlrlng. Langdon had raced Lausanne with sprinting colts and when they ran away from him at the start he had been unequal to tha task of overhauling them in the ahort S-year-old run of half a mile. Then tbe wise man bad ssid that Lauzanne's courage was at fault; the jockeys had called It laslness, snd applied tbe whip. And out ot all thla uselessness, this unthinking philosophy, the colt bad come with a aoured temper. broken belief in hla masters "Laussnns, the Despised." "Porter's trust thst bis Ill-luck had been changed by a win waa a faith of ahort lite, for Diablo waa moat emphatically beaten la hla race. And then came the day of forlorn hope, the day of Lauzanne'a disgrace, inasmuch ss it degrsduated blm Into the aelltng- pister ciasa. Bad horae aa Langdon knew Lausanne to be It occurred to blm that Porter bsd planned a clever coup. He had an Interview with Crane over the aubject, but his maatsr did not at all share tbe trainer's belief. "What price would Lucretia or the Duteb man be In with the same lot?" Langdon as sea, argumentattvely. "About one to tea," Crane replied. "But the cheatnut'a beating them bad no bsar Ing on tbla race. From what I see of Mr. Dixon, I don't at all class him with you as a trainer he hasn't the same rs aource." Langdon atood silent, sullenly turning over in h'.s mind this doubtful compliment l m not sure," continued the banker, out that having stuck Porter with Lauzanna, you shouldn't give him a blm about well, as to whst course ot prepare tlon wculd make Lausanne win a race for him. The ordinary diet of oata la hardly ailmulatlng enough for auch a sluggish animal." Langdon frowned. If Crane bad not been quite ao strong, quite so full of unexpressed power, he would bave rebelled at the aa sertica that be tad stuck Porter; but be answered, and bis voice struggled between aspsrlty and deprecation. "There ain't no call for me to give that stable any point' srs; Porter put It to me pretty atralghl thst the horse hsd been helped." "And what did you ssy?" blsndly inquirsd Crsne. ' Told blm to go to hell." This wssn't exactly truthful as we remember the Interview, but Its terseness appealed to Crane, and be smiled as hs said: "Porter probably won't take your ad vice, Langdon; be'a stubborn enough at times. And even If he does know that that Lsussnne requires special treatment, he won't Indulge him he'a got a lot of eld fashioned ides'a about racing. So you see lauianns la a bad betting proposition." After Langdon hd left, Ciaaa'a tLwvebt dwelt On the aubject they had Juat dla- cu.-sed. 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()yr Dally Hew) ass is certainly bad business," he mused; "but the public will reason Just as Langdon does. And what's bad for the backers is good for the layers; I must see Fsust." 'You had better make a book to beat Lausanne," Crane said to Jakey Faust, juat before business had commenced In the ring that afternoon. The Cherub stared In astonishment; his eyes bpened wide. That waa nearly the limit of hla fat little face's expression, no matter what the occaalon. "You ood own liiui uuw, do you, sir?" he blurted out, with unthinking candor. "I do not." "He'a dropped Into a aoft spot hs rates best In the percentage card." "Figures sometimes He," commented Crane. ';.'. "Every handlcapper tips him to win." "They're all broke because of their knowledge." . "Tbe books il mark him up first choice." . "ttiat'a why it will be worth while play ing the field to beat him." "He's la with a gang ot mute today, an' he beat some crackerjacka laat time out." "You were hypnotized that day, Mr. Faust; ao waa the judge; Lausanne didn't beat anything." "Didn't beat what the bell didn't the chestnut get tbe verdict?" "He did; but" and Crane looked at Faust with patient toleration of bla lack of perception. . The Cherub waited for an explanation ot the contradictory remarks. But be might have waited indefinitely Crane had quite finished. The Cherub raiaed hla little round eyes, that were like glass alleys, green and red and blue-streaked, to the other'a face Inquiringly, and encountered a pair ot pene trating orbs peering at him over some aort of a mask the face that sustained tbe eyea waa certainly a mask aa expresalonless. Then It came to Jakey Fauat that there was nothing left to do but fill the Lauzsnne column in hla book with tbe many beta that would come hla way and make much money. Crane watched Lausanne go lazily, slug gishly down to tbe post for his race. He knew tbe borae's moods; tbs walk of the chestnut waa tbe Indifferent stroll of a horse that la thinking only ot hla dinner. "They've given him nothing," tbe banker muttered to blmaelf; "the heavy-headed brute won't try a yard. But he'll fight the boy when be tried to ride him out." The whiaky that Dixon had surrepti tiously given Lautsnne had been Inefficacious as so much ginger beer; and In tbe race Lausanne drew back out of the bustle and clash ef the striving horses as quickly as be could. In vain bla jockey uaed whip and spur; Lauianns atmply put hie ears back, switched his tall, and loafed along, a dozen lengtha behind hla Held, In the straight hs made up a little of the loet ground, but be waa securely out ot ths money at tha finish.. Fate still aat and threw the dice aa he had tor many moona nothing for John Por ter and a six for Philip Crane. (To Be Continued.) LABOR AND I.NUISTRY. The National Malleable Castings company of Toledo increased their. 1,600 employes' wsges 10 per cent. Loa Angeles will organise a union labor party, advocating the political demanda of the American Federation of Labor. Labor Day. September 1, will probably be choaen aa the date for a grand Jollification In McKeesport, Pa., In honor of the pro posed erection of the 110,000.000 tube works there. Of "& unions, with an agaregste member hip of 60,630, reporting the state of em ployment to the American Federation of Labor for the month of June, 1.2" were without employmeSt. or 1 per cent. Thla Is the lowest point reached so far this year. Incidental to the western trip of the executive council cornea the oldstory that Samuel Oompera will not be re-elected at the next convention at New Orleans in Pecember. It la aald that the national officers of several large organisations have already talked the matter over and have selected a new man tor the head of the labor movement of the country, The man generally favored la James Duncan, nrst vice president, who. It la believed,, Is mora aggrssslve than Mr. Oompera. Terrenes V. Powderly, formerly head of the Knlghte of Labor, and recently commis sioner of Immigration, la now manager nf an anthracite' coal mine in Pennsylvania. "It la not a co-operative enterprise, in the strict sense." he says, "but It has one feature which carries out a life long theory of mine. Every man who works In our mines must be a stockholder. He either takea stock or he geta no lob. He can buy his shares absolutely on the 'ground floor' basis; but mark you. it Is not given tn him It's a plain caae of purchase and aale. Then he becomes a sharer In the responsi bilities aa well aa the profits of the enter prise. I have alwaya held that when a man la shoveling earth out ot a hole. If he doesn't care any more about his work than his shovel does, the chances are only even ef his doing it well. But give him once tne jeoiiiia iiiai iit uf ivn shovelful belongs to him personally and hs'll not only dl( many more shovelfuls out In a day, but he'll take mighty good care that It's tbrowo where U Is most needed." .A 1 1 eiilCMUlWlflQ ilccess We have sold thousands of copies of the twelve sections composing vol ume 1, of the ' Living Animals of the World And the beginning of the second vol ume which pictures and tells of the feathered animals, Indicates that the sales will be double those of the early numbers of this extraordi nary work. Section XIII; XIV, XWetc., take up the story of and picture ostriches, herons, swans, game birds and their kin. The illustrations are more beautiful and more startling than ever. N Every Bird Photographed. 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