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TITE CftlAIIA DAILY BEEi SUNDAY, AUGUST 24, 1002
Br W. A. FRASER.
Aathor af "H Outcast." ''Mootwa." and Other Stories.
I(CopyrUht, 1908. by MeClure, Phillip ft Co.)
, CHAPTER VII.
i It wu lata autumn; tha leglttmata ree
ling sesson had closed.
1 In August John Porter had taken his
pones 'back to Rlngwood for tha winter.
When a man etrlvee against fata, when
realisation, laughs mockingly at his expee
,ttloa, there cornea to him a time when h
tlonga . for a breathing spHl when he
(knows that he must rest and wait until the
'wheel of life, alow-turning, haa passed a
Uttla through the groove of hla existence.
John' Porter had been beaten down at
' every point. Disastrous years coma to all
.men, whether they race horses or point
tha truthful way, and thla year had been
but a -aeries of disappointments to the
master r' Rlngwood.
After Lucretla'a win In the Eclipse Por
ter did. not land another race. Lucretla
caught eold and went oft this waa a bitter
disappointment. Ha tried Lauzanne twice
again, . but ' the chestnut seemed thor
oughly soured. Now he was back at Ring
wood, a' dark cloud of Indebtedness hang
ing over the beautiful place and pros
pect of relief a ahadowy child of the fu
tar. If Lucretla wintered well and grew
big and' atrong she might extricate blm
from hla difficulties by winning one or two
of tbe. big races tha following summer.
About any of the othar horses there was
not area thla much of tangibility.
Thoroughly distrusting Lausanne, embit
tered by hla cowardice, Porter had given
him away but to Allis.
Strangely' enough tha girl had take a
atrong liking to the son of Laszarona; It
may hare been because of the feeling that
she waa Indirectly responsible for hla
presence at Rlngwood. Allia Porter'a per
ceptions bad been developed to an extra
ordinary degree. All her life she had
lived aurrounded by thoroughbreda and bar
sensitive nature went out to them. In their
courage . and loyalty. In a manner quite
beyond possibility In a practical, routine
following horseman. To her they were al
most human; the play of their minds waa
aa attractive and Interesting as ths de-
velopment of. their muscles was to a
When tha atabla had been taken back to
Rlngwood ,sbe had asked for Lausanne aa
a riding horse. ,
, "I'm going to' give him away," her father
replied;. "I esn't sell him nobody would buy
a bruta with such a reputation." This
word brought to Porter's mind his chief
cauaa of resentment agalnat the cheatnut.
The public having got into Its head that
Porter ,waa playing coups, generously sug
gested that be was puiimg uuuuui to get
him In' aome big handloap light.
"I won't feed such a skate all winter." ha
declared,, angrily, after a little pause.
"Well, give him to me, then, father,"
the girl had pleaded; "I am certain that
he'll make good aome day. Tou'll aee that
he'll pay you for keeping your word."
As Allls rods Lausanne she discovered
many things about the horse; that Instead
of being a atupld, morose bruta, his Intelli
gence waa extraordinary; and, with her at
. least, his tamper perfect.
Allls's relationship with her father waa
unusual. They were chums: In all hla
trouble, in all hla moments of wavering,
buffeted by tbe waves of dlsaatar, Allia waa
tha ana who rheared him. who realrt him
la hi armor Allls, the slight, olive-faced
little woman, with the big, fearless, Joan
"Tou'll sea what we'll do next summer,
dad." shs said; cheerily. "Tou'll win with
Lucretla aa often as you did with her
mother; and I'll win with Lauzanne. We'll
keep quiet till spring, then we'll show
them." !-.'.. ,
It was Jlke a kitten carrying a city on Its
back; but still It was tbe hop of endeavor.
Langdoa'a horaea, ao silently controlled by
Philip Crane, banker, had been put In winter
quarters at ' Gravesend, where Langdon had
Crane'a racing season had been aa suc
cessful aa the master of Rlngwood's had
been disastrous. He had won a fair-class
race with the Dutchman ostensibly Lang
don's horse and then, holding true to his
jaatare, which was to hasten slowly, threw
him out of ' training. ' and deliberately
K planned a big coup for the next year. The
Tfolt waa engaged In several three-year-old
take, and Crane set Langdon to work to
find out hi capabilities. As hi owner ex
pected, h showed them In a sever trial
gallop tha true Hanover staying-power.
Although Crane had said nothing about It
at tha time, ha had hla eye on the Eastera
Derby when he commissioned Langdon to
purchase this gallant aoa of Hanover.
It waa a long way ahead to look, to laj
plana to win a rac the following June, but
that waa- the essence of Crane's exlatenc,
cartful planning.- He loved It. He waa a
master at It. And, after all, given a good
ataysr, such a he had la the Dutchman,
the mlle-aad-a-half run of the derby left
lea to ehanee than any other stake he
could hav pitched npoa; the result would
depend absrlutely upon tha claaa and
atamlna of the horses. No bed start eould
upset his calculations, no little Interfer
ence In the rac could destroy his horse's
chances, If he were good enough to win.
The Dutchman' races, aa a 1-year-old,
would not warrant hla being made a
favorite, and Langdon, properly directed,
waa clever aaough to that the Dutch-
man waa at a comfortable prlc for betting
Many thlnga had crowded lata this tor-
tleth year of Crane's life. Th bank, doing
but a modest business always, was running
so smoothly that It required Uttla attention
from the owner. Thla was ona reason why
he bad thrown ao much subtle energy lata
his racing: 'its speculation appealed to him.
The plucking he had received aa a moneyed
youth rankled in his heart. . Th possession
of such a faithful jackal aa Langdon car
ried him to greater lengthy than ha would
have goo bad the obnoxious detail been
subject t hi - owa execution. Though
oonsclsnceloss, be -was more or leas fas
tidious. Hsd a hors broksn down and be
som utterly useless h would hav ordered
him to be destroyed without experiencing
any feeling' of compaaslon he would hav
dismissed th matter entirely from hla
tolnd with th pasting of th command;
.tut, rather than destroy the horse alrustlf,
y hs probably would hav fed him. And ao
It waa With mea. If they were driven t
the wall because of bis plsns, that waa
their owfc lookout; It did not trouble Philip
Porter he had known almply In a business
way. From th first he had felt that Ring
woxl would paa out of It owner' poe
session and h had begua ta covet It. '
The Lauzana race had beea Langdon'
planning altogether. Crane, cold-bWoded a
he was, would not hav robbed a msa he
had business dealings with, deliberately. He
' hid told hla trainer to win, if poutbls. a
race mith Lausanne and get rid of him.
That Langdon'a villainous schema had bornel
evil trull fur Joha Porter was purely a mat-
ter of ckauc selection. Thar waa a Me -
lalstophelea restitutio in not striving ta
wrest tha Eclipse from Lucretla with the
And now, la thla fortieth year, had coma
the entirely new experience of an affection
his admiration for Allls Porter. In con
flicted with every other emotion that gov
erned his being. All his life he hsd been
relfish considering only Philip Crane, his
mind unharassed by anything but business
obstacles In his ambitious career. Love for
thla quiet, self-contained girl, unadorned by
anything but the truth, and honesty and
fearletaness that were In her big, ateadfast
eyea, bad come upon him suddenly and with
an assertive fore that completely mastered
By a mere chance be had heard Allls give
her recitation, "The Run of Crusader," In
tha little church at Brookfleld. Crane was
not an agnostic but h had Interested him
self little In church matters, and Rev. Dole
man's cencert, that waa meant to top down
many weeds of debt that were choking tbe
church, had claimed him almply because an
evening In Brookfleld had com to hang
heavy on hla hands.
Now, when Rev. Dolman received Philip
Crane's check for 160 tbe next dsy, to be
applied to the church encumbrance, he
sought to allay -his surprise by attributing
the gift to his own special pleading that
eveniDg, of course backed up by Providence.
If anybody had atated that the mainspring
of the gift had been the wicked horse racing
poem of their denunciation he would have
been acandallsed and full of righteous dls
belief. It Is quit likely that even Crane
would have denied that Allls' poem had In
spired him to tho check, but nevertheless It
The world of feeling and sympathy and
goodness that had bung In her voice had aet
a new window In hla soul slightly ajar so
slightly ajar that even now, months after
ward, the lovellght waa only beginning to
stream through. When love comes to a
man at 40 he la apt to play the game very
badly Indeed; he turn It Into a very
aaxlous business and moves through the
light-tripping measure with the pedantic
dignity of a minuet dancer.
But Philip Crane waa not given to making
mistakes; ho knew that. Ilk Crusader, "bis
best racing daya (In the love stakea) were
over' especially where the woman was but
a girl. Bo he sat down and planned It all
out aa he planned to win the Brooklyn
Derby, month later. And all the time he
waa as alncerely in love as If he had blun
dered Into many foolishnesses, but hi love
making must be of diplomacy. Even now
all the goda of fat stood ranged on his
side; Allls' brother waa In his bank, more
cr ! nrtiit upon him. Rlngwood Itself
waa all but In the bank; he stood fairly well
with John Porter and much better with
Allia' mother, for already he had begun to
Ingratiate himself with Mrs. Porter.
He would cast from the shoulder of Rev.
Dolman a trifle more of the load he waa
carrying. He would aend the reverend gen
tleman another check.
' Why he should think It necessary to pre'
par hla suit with eo much subtlety b
hardly knew; In all reason he should be
considered a fair match for Allia Porter.
He waa not a bad man, as the world un
derstood him; he did not . profess Chris
tianity, but. on the other hand, hla life
WM extremely reapeetable; he did not
: "'Ink; be waa not given to profane lan-
s"go; area id racing, nis presence seemed
to lend an air of respectability to the
sport, and It was generally supposed that
he raced purely for relaxation. In truth
it aemed to him that It would be a deuced
good thing for tha Porter.
In actuality there were Just two thlnga
that stood in the way two thing which his
position and wealth could not obviate hla
age and the Porter pride. If Porter had
not been dubbed "Honest John" early la
life, he might have been saddled with
"Proud Porter" later on. The pride had
come up out of old Kentucky with all the
other useless things the horse racing and
the inability to make money, and tha
fancy for keeping a promise.
Something whispered to Crane that Allia
would never come to him almply out of
love; It might be regard, esteem, a desire
to pleas her parents, a bowing to the
evident decree of fate. Perhaps even the
vary difficulty of conqueat made Crane the
more determined to win and made him
A a rule few visitor want to Ring
wood. John Porter had been too Interested In
hi horse and hi horn lit to car much
for social matter. Mrs. Porter waa a
hom body, too, caring nothing at all tor
society at beat there was but little of It
la Brookfleld except where It waa con
nected with church work. Perhaps that
waa on reason why Allis had grown ao
close Into her father life. It waa a very
mall, self-sustained household.
Mike Gayaor had become attached to th
taff at Rlngwood this winter as a sort of
assistant trainer to Porter. Dixon only
trained th Rlngwood horses during th
reaclng aeaaon. Porter always supervising
thsm in winter quarters. Perhaps It waa
Porter'a great cloud of evil fortune which
had eaat Its sinister Influence out to Mike,
becau; of hi sympathy for th master of
ningwood; certain it la that the autumn
found him quit "on hi upper," aa he
graphically described hla financial stand-
ng. An arrangement waa mad by which
i Mike's discoosolat horses wer fed at
I Rlngwood, and he took care of both strings.
This delighted Allls, for she had full eon
fldence In Oaynor'a Integrity and good
The oerly winter brought two visitors to
Rlngwood; Crsne, who came quite often,
and Mortimer, who went to tha farm a
couple of tlmea with Alan.
' George Mortimer might be described aa
n angular young man. H was Ilk a
tree. On might e in him. aa In the tree,
trength and stately grace, while another
might And him awkward, stiff, uncompro
mising In his angles, like an oak or a giant
ycamer; hla figure, tall and aquaro and
tra'ght, was rugged; even bis face, large
featured. aquar-Jawd and bold-topped by
bread forehead, suggested th solemnity
(hat Alan had found ao trying.
Of course a young man of all these angles
aai auri to have notion, and Mortimer's
mind was knotted with them; there seemed
i soft nor smooth place la hla timber.
Tf"at waa, 'why he hsd reasoned with the
butcher by energetically grasping hi wind
pipe tt evening that worthy gentleman had
i xprcaard himself ao distastefully ever Allls
Porter contribution to Rev. Dolmaa'a coo
eert. Perhaps a young maa of mere subtls
graro wculd hav received some grateful
recognition for this efflce. but th matter
had beoa quit closed cut so far aa Msrtl
mer was concerned, aad when, Alaa tried to
refer to It afterward had beea curtly
George Mortimer' chief aotloa was that
wcrk waa a great thing seemingly th chief
(nd of man. Another aotloa almost equally
, prominent In hi makeup be had derived
U trosa hi mother we that all forms of
gambling were extremely bad bualness.
First and foremost In this Interdiction stood
horss raring. The touch of It that hung
Ilk a 'email cloud over the Brookfleld
horizon had Inspired Mr. Mortimer, a it
had the other good people of the surround
ing country, with the restricted Idea that
thoaa v. ho had to do with thoroughbred
horse were simply gamblera betting peo
ple. Her bom was In Emerson, a dosen
miles from Brookfleld.
Quit paradoxically. It Allia Porter had
not given "The Run of the. Crusader" moat
certainly a racing poem In the little
church, thla angular young man, with
stringent . Idea about running horses,
probably would have never visited Ring
wood. Something of the wide sympathy
that emanated from her as she told of the
gallant horse's death struck Into bis strong
nature, and there commenced to creep Into
his thoughts at odd Intervals a sort of
gratuitous pity that ahe should be so Inter
minably mixed up with race horses. His
original honesty of thought, tho narrow
ness of his tuition, were apt to make. him
egotistically sure that the things which ap
pealed to htm aa being right were Incapable
At first he had liked Alan Porter, with no
tremendous amount of unbending; now, be
cause of the Interest Allls bad excited In
him, the liking began to take on a super
visory form, and it was not without a touch
of Irritation In his , voice that Alan In
formed his sister that h had acquired a
second fstber, and with Juvenile malignity
attributed the encumbrance to her aeductlva
mHoLlx ml l. ' -
"ALLIS. TOO, WAS FIOHTINO. BRINGING THE CROP DOWN WITH CUTTING FORCE OVER THE WITHERS,
NECK. HEAD,. ANT PART OK THIS FIGHTING UAS3 IN mONT OF H SR."
With all these cross-purposes at work it
can b readily understood that Mortimer'
visit to Rlngwood wero not exactly rose
leaved. In truth tho actors .wer all too
conventionally honest too unsoclallxed to
subvert their underlying motives.
Allls, with her. fine Intuition, would have
unearthed Mortimer' disapprobation of
racing though he awkwardly strove to hid
it even If Alan had not enlarged upon this
point. This knowledge constrained the girl,
even drove her into rebellion. She took his
misunderstanding as a fault, almost ss a
weakness, and shocked ths young man with
carefully' prepared racing '. expressions;
revelled with atrange abandon In talka of
gallops and trials, and workouta, and
brea there; threw Iron-mouthed horses, pull
ers, skates and drivers and other equine
wonders at his head, until he revolted In
sullen, Irritation. In fact thay misunder
stood each other finely, In truth their dif
ferent natures were more In harmony two
miles apart tho dlstsnce that lay between
the bank and Rlngwood.
By comparison. Crane's visits to Rlngwood
were Utoplanly complacent.
Extraordinarily enough, Mrs. Porter, op
posed to racing aa she was. fell quit readily
under the glamor of his artistic ' unob
truslvenees. He had complete mastery over
the aclenco of waiting. Hla admins Ion to
th good lady of a passing Interest in
horses was an apology; there aeemed auch
an utter absence of the betting spirit that
the recreation it afforded him condoned the
There was this difference between the two
men, the old and th young; Crana knew
exactly why he went there, even to th ut
most consummation, while Mortimer bad
asked himself more than once, coming back
from Rlngwood feeling that h had been
misunderstood perhapa even laughed at
why he had gone there at all. . Ha had no
definite plana even desire; he wss Im
pelled to It out of aome unrecognized force.
It was because of these conditions that
the on potter turned his Image so per
fectly and th other formed only poor, con
torted, often broken, dishes of inferior clay.
It stood In the reason of things, however,
that Mortimer, in ipite of his uncompromis
ing attitude toward racing, should be
touched by It tentacles, If he visited at
Rlngwood; his extreme stand weakened by
Hla first baptism came with much precipi
tancy, on the occaalon of hla fourth visit to
the Porters. He bad driven out with Alan
to spend his Saturday -afternoon at Ring
wood. An afternoon la not exactly Ilk aa
evening In the matter of entertaining a
guest; something must be done; cigara, or
mu le, or small chatter are Insufficient. If
cne is on the western slope of life's Sierra
perhaps a nap may kill tha time profitably
ncugh, but this was a case where a young
maa had to be entertained, a young man
difficult of entertainment under tho circum
stance. Alan had aoms barbarous expedition of
Juvenile Interest on hand; the unearthing
of a woodchuck. or It might have been a
groundhog. In a back field, but Allls would
not become a party to the destruction of
animal life for ths ipert of th thing. 8b
had a much better program mapped out for
Mortimer. Some way shs felt that if he
eould see tha thoroughbred horses la their
stalls, could corn to kaow them Individu
ally, eseually though it might be, be would
perhaps catch a glimmer cf tbelr beautiful
characters. So she ssked Mr. Mortimer to
go and hav a Icok at her pets.
Alan wculd havs nens of It; he waa off
to hla wcodchuck or groundhog.
"I'm glad you don't want to go and kill
anything," shs said, turning gratefully to
Mor Inur, when he refused Alan's Invitation
aaylag that hs preferred ta look at th
barte. "I'll show you Diablo, and Lucretla,
and Lauzanne the Despised he' my horse
and I'm to win a big jsce with him next
rear Gaynor la down at tha atables aad
I'll give you a tip" Mortimer winced "if
yea want to stand well with Mike let him
suspect that 'you're toad of horses."
At tbs ctsbla doer they met Mike Gaynor.
MUe usually vacillated botween a condi
tion of chronic anger at somebody or some
thing, and ao Irish drollery that made peo
ple who wer sick at heart laugh.
Allia was aa familiar with hla moods as
she waa with th phase ef Lausanne's
temper. She had developed the yens of
reading mind la a rauiarkable degree; th
association with her fsther and other men
perhaps had procured this.
On Mike's face waa a map of dlaaster,
the disaster might be trivial or great. That
something waa wrong the girl knew, but
whether It waa that a valuable horae was
dead, or that a mouse had eaten a hole In
a grain bag. she eould only discover by
questioning Csynor, for there were never
degrees of expressed emotion In Mike'
facll countenance; either a deep scowl or
a broad grin were the two normal condi
tions. "Where the matter, Mike?" questioned
"Mather Is It?" began Oaynor. "It's just
this. Miss Allls; If yer father think I'm
go in' to stand by an' sea good colt spiled
In their tlmper. Just became a rapscallion
b y has got the evil Intlnts av ould Nick
hlmsllf, thin he's mistook, that' all."
"Who la It, Mlk 8handyT"
'That' him. Ml. He' the dlvll on
wheels, bangln' thlm horses about as though
he was King Juba."
Allia saw that Oaynor was Indeed angry.
"I'll apeak to father about him. Mike,"
she answerd; "I won't have the horse
"Mark my words, Mies AMI. Diablo 'II
take It out of hla hide some day. Th' b'y
'11 monkey with him once too often, then
there'll be no b'y left."
"May w see tbe horses, Mike are they
having their lie down, or anything?"
"Not yet, miss; they're getting the rub
down now; don't y hear Diablo bastln' the
boords av bis stall wid that handy oft hind
foot av his?"
"There' a filly ter yer life," exclaimed
the trainer, rapturoualy, a he opened
gently the floor of Lucretla'a box atall.
"There's the stralghtest filly Iver looked
through - a halter," he continued, putting
his arm with th gentlenees of a woman
over the brown mare's beautiful neck.
"Come here, ould girl," he said coaxlngly,
aa he drew the haltered head toward the
Mortimer looked with Interest at the big,
comfortable box stall, Uttered a foot- deep
with bright, clean, yellow atraw. How con
tented and at home the mare appeared. It
aeemed almost a complete recompense, this
attentive caro of animals, for the cruelty
he Imagined race horses suffered.
"You don't tie her up?" he asked.
"Tie her up!" ejaculated Mike, a Una
Celtic scorn la his voice; "I'd rather tie up
a wife if I bad one," he added by way of
extenuation. "No man would tie up a mar
worth tin thousand dollars if she's worth a
cent, an' take chancea av her throwin' her
ailf in the halter; av coorse she's hitched
fer a bit after a gallop, while she's bavin'
a rub down, but that'a all."
Lucretla'a black nozzle came timidly for
ward, and the soft, velvety upper Up snug
gled Allls' cheek.
"She knows you, Miss," said Mike.
"That'a the way wld horses; they're like
children, they know friends, an' you can't
tool thlm. Now ahe'a alsln' you up. Mister,"
as Lncrstla sniffed suspiciously at Morti
mer's cbtn, keeping a wary eye on him.
"She'll know whether you like horses or
not, an' I'd back her opinion agin fifty
Allls watched with nervous Interest tha
Investigation. Sha almost felt that If Lu
cretla liked her companion wall. It would
be something less to dislike In him, at alt
events. Lucretla ssemed turning the thing
over In her mind, trying to think It out.
There was aom mystery about this new
comer. Evidently she did not distrust blm
ntirely, els shs would have put her ears
back a trifle and turned away, with a Uttla
Impatient, warning shake of her delicate
head. , She always turned In that cross man
ner from Shandy, the atable boy. She had
alao dlacovered that tha visitor was not
completely a horseman; sha did not Investi
gate hi pockets, nor put her head over hla
shoulder, aa th would hav don with Mr.
Porter or Mike, or even with one who was
perhaps a atranger, as was Mortimer, bad
aba felt the unmistakable something which
conveyed to ber mind the knowledge that
he was of tha equine brotherhood.
"Lucretla has found you out," said Allls
presently. "You do like horses, ahe knows
"Oh, I I ks animals. I don't deny," Mor
timer answered, "but I know very little
about them nothing about race horaea."
Mike frowned and looked disparagingly
at the visitor. "He must be a quar duck,"
he muttered to htmaelf. That a maa ahould
know nothing of thoroughbreds wss per
fectly inexplicable to Gaynor. He knew
many racing men whose knowledge of
horseflesh waa a subject of ridicule, but
then they never proclaimed their Ignorance,
rather poaed aa good Judgea than other
But with startling Inconsistency, Mike
explained. "There s many like you. sir,
only they don't know It, that's all ths
woods Is full av thlm. Would you Ilka to
give the Ally a carrot. Miss?" he aaked,
turning to Allia. "I'll bring some."
' When he returned Allls gavs one to Lu
cret'a, then they pasaed to the next atall.
"That'a a useful horss," explained tbe
trainer; "he's won soms races In hla time."
"What's his nam?" asked Mortimer.
"Game Boy. He by the Juggler. You
remember him, don't you?"
Mortimer wa forced to confess that he
didn't quite remember Juggler.
"That'a atrange," commented Mike, turn
ing the big bay about with evident pride;
"he won the 'Belmont,' at Jerome park, did
th ould Juggler. You must av beerd av
Mortimer compromised by admitting that
hs hsd probably forgotten It.
"Wei!. I haven't," declared Mike, re
proachfully. "If Game Boy stands a prep
thl summer you'll hear from him," he con
fided to Mortimer, a they left the stall.
Just remember Game Boy; aee, ye can't
forget a big bay with a white nigh foreleg
an' a bit rat-tailed. Yea. Oust Boy s all
i right," monologued Mike; "but here's a
) belter; thla la . Diablo. Ha must hav Vw
basco In hi head, fer he' got th dlvll'
own tlmper. But he can gallop a bit; he
can go like a quarter horse, aa' stay till
the cows come home; but he's like Lau
sann acrost yonder, he' got a be In hi
bonnet, fen' It takea a dlvll to ride him."
"That'a hard on me, Mike," expostulated
Allls. ( "You see, Lauzanne goes better with
me In the saddle than any of th boys," she
explained to Mortimer.
"Th dlvll or angels, I was going to say,
mine, when you Interrupted me," gallantly
Diablo head was tied high In a corner
of the stall, for Shandy, the boy, was hard
at work on him with a double hand of
straw, rubbing him down. The boy kept
up a peculiar whistling notae through his
parted Hp aa he rubbed, and Diablo snapped
Impatiently at th halter-shank with his
great whit teeth, as If be resented the
Mortimer gated with enthusiasm at the
shining whit skin that glistened like satin,
or watered Hk. 8urely there waa excuse
for people loving thoroughbreds. It was
an exhilaration even to look at that embod
iment of physical development. It waa an
animated statue to th excellence of good,
Somehow or other Mortimer felt that
though the living creature before him waa
only a horse, yet nature's lsws wer being
adhered to, and the result waa a reward
of physical perfection and enjoyment of life.
He began to feel that a man, or even a
woman it was tbe subtle presence of the
woman at his side that made him Involun
tarily Interject this clause Into his Insudl-
ble thoughta yea, even a woman of high
moral attrlbutea might find tbe most
healthy form of Interested amusement In
watching tha auperb development of horaea
that wer destined tor no other purpose
than to race and beget sons and daughters
of the same wondroua atamlna and courage
His detestation of racing had bsen la
reality an untutored prejudice; ha had
looked upon but one phase of tha question,
and that quite casually, as It Introduced
Itself Into his life by means of sensational
betting Incidents In tho dally papers. To
him all forms of betting were highly disas
trous most immoral.
But here, like a revelation, came to him,
In all Its fascination, the perfect picture
of the animal, which, he was forced to ad
mit, stood next tbe man in Ita adornment
of God'a scheme of creation.
As Shandy swept his wisp of straw along
the sensitive skin of Diablo'a stomach, tha
latter shrunk from tha tickling sensation
and lashed out impatiently with a powerful
hind leg aa If hs would demolish th tor
mentor. "He' not cross at all Just," explained
Mike; "he's bluffln', that'a all. Bbure a
child could handle blm If they'd go tha
right way about It."
Then ha leaned over and whispered In an
aside to the visitors: "Bot t'umb up!"
(this was Mlke'a favorite oath). "Diablo
bates that boy, an' some day he'll do him
up, mark my words."
"Hero, Shandy," he cried, turning to the
rubber, "loose the black's head an' turn
Mortimer almost ehrunk with apprehen
slon tor th boy, for Disblo's ears wer
back on his flat, tapering neck, and his
eyes, looking back at them, were all white,
save for ths Intense blue-shimmered pupil.
To Mortimer that look was the Incarnation
of avU hatred; but tbe boy unsnapped tha
halter ahank without hesitation, and Diablo,
more Inquisitive than angry, cama mine
Ingly toward tbem, nodding hi head aom
what defiantly, a much aa to aay that tha
natur of the Interview would depend alto,
gether upon their good behavior.
"So that!" ejaculated Mike, a pleasant
mile of satisfaction rippling the furrows
of his face; "see how he picks out the best
friend th stabls'a got!"
Diablo had stretched his lean head down,
and was trying to nibble with gentle Up th
carrot Allia held half hidden behind her
skirt. There waa none of Lucretla'a tim
idity in Diablo' approach; It waa full of an
assumption of equsllty, of trust In th In
tentions of the stranger who had com with
th mistress he had faith In.
"They're all like that when Ml Alii I
about," explained Mike; "there never would
be a bad horse If the stabls b'ys worked
the same way. Tie him up, 8handy," he
added. "Even tbe jockeys spoil their
mounts." Gaynor continued, in a monotone.
"The horses'll gallop batter for women any
time they treat thlm gentler, that'a why.
"Moat interesting." hazarded Mortimer,
feeling aome acknowledgment of Mike's In
formation waa dus.
"It's the trut. Miss Allls'd take Lau
sanne, or the black, or the little mare, an
get a better race out av altber than any
Jock I've aeen rldln' hereabout."
"Mike," exclaimed Allia; "you flatter me.
tou almost make m wish that I were a
"Well, bot' t'umba up! you wild av made
a good un, miss, an' that'a no disrespsct
to you, I'm sayln ."
Mortimer smiled condescendingly. Allls1
quick eye caught hla expression of amused
discontent; It angered her. Mike' pralss
had been practically honest. To him a good
Jockey waa the embodiment of courage and
honeaty and Intelligence; but abe knew that
to Mortimer It almply meant a phase of life
ho considered quite outslds tbe pal of
recognized respectability. Somehow shs
felt that Mike' encomium bad lowered her
perceptibly in the opinion of thl man
whom ah herself affected to look upoa
with but toleration.
They vlsltsd all the other stalls, sight of
them, and Jlatened to, Mike's euloglstle
praise cf the Inmate Coming down tha
ether side of tbe paasage, the last occupied
box stall contained Lauzanns.
"Miss Porter '11 tell you about this wan,"
aald Mlks, diplomatically. He's shaped like
a good horse, an' hla sire, old Lazzarone,
landed many a puree, an' the 'Suburban,'
too won It on three legs, fer he waa clean
gone in hla pins; "I'll take me oath to that
He wss a good horse whin he liked. Ter
hsps Laucsnne 'II do the same soma day,
ter all I know."
There waa such a ton of doubt la the
trainer's voire that even Mortimer noticed
It. Neither waa there much praise of the
big chestnut. Evidently Mike did not quite
approve of him, though heeitatlng to say
so la the presence of hla mistress.
"Yes, Lausanne Is my horse," volun
teered Allls. "I even rid him In all hla
work now, since he took to eating the ata
"And you're not afraid?" asked Mortimer.
For answer the girl slipped quietly
Into th stall, and going up beside the
chestnut, who wa (tending sulkily with his
besd In the corner of his box, took him by
the ear and turned blm gently around.
"He's Just a qulat-mannered chap, that'a
all," shs said. "Ha s a big, lazy, contented
old boy," and ahe laid her cheek against
his fawn-colored nozzle. "You see." she
explained, "he's got mora bralna than any
ot the other horses; and when he's abused
he know It."
"But he' grateful when he's kindly
treated," commented Mortimer.
"Yes, that'a why I like horsea better than
"Oh!" the exclamation slipped from Mor
"Most men, I mean," she explained. "Of
course father, and Alao, and" she hesi
tated; "you aee," she went on to explain.
the number ot my men friends are lim
ited, but, except these, and Mike, and Mr.
Dixon, I like the horses best."
'I almost believe you're right, Miss Por
ter," concurred Mortimer; "I've known men
myself that I fancy were much worse than
'Mike tblnka Lauzanne la a bad horae,"
tho girl aald, changing the subject, "but
you must win a big prize, on him this com
ing season. You just keep your eye on
Lauzanne. Here's your carrot, old chap,
she said, stroking the horse's neck, "and
wa must go It we're to have that drive.
Will you hitch the gray to tha buggy for
us, Mike?" she asked of Gaynor, as they
cam out of the stable; "we'll wait here.
As Mike started off, there cam to their
ears the sound of turmoil from Diablo's
box. Impatient kicks agalnat the boards
from the horse and smothered imprecations
from tha boy. i
Hear that fiend!" the girl exclaimed, and
there was wrath In her voice.
'Ha doea aeem a bad horse," concurred
'I didn't mean Diablo; It's the boy. It's
all his evil doing. Oh, I've only one glove,"
she exclaimed, "I know where It la, though;
that mischievous rascal Lausanne nibbled it
from the front of my jacket; I saw' him do
It, but forgot to pick it up."
"Allow me, Miss Porter; 1 11 get It for
'No, pleaaa don't!" with emphasis, as he
started back. She laid a detaining band on
his arm. "I'd much prater to go myself
Lauzanne distrusts strangera and might
Aa the girl entered the stable, Mortimer
sauntered toward Mike, whom he could see
a short distance away putting a horae to
Allls opened the door of Lauzanne's atall,
passed In and searched In the atraw for tho
The noise of strife In Diablo'a box had
Increased. There came the sound of blowa
on the horse's ribs; a muttered oath, and
suddenly a scream of terror from tbe boy,
drowned by the ferocloua battle' cry of the
enraged stallion. Mortimer, thirty yards
away, heard It, and felt his heart stand
still; he had never heard anything ao de
moniac In hi life. He turned in auch hast
that his foot slipped on th frozen earth
and ha fell heavily.
At the first sound ot tha blows Allls had
started angrily toward Diablo'a box. She
waa at the door when Sbandy'a cry of ter
ror rang out. For an Inatant tha girl hes
itated; what ahe saw waa enough to make
atrong man quail. The black atalllon
wag loose; with crunching jaws, hs had
fastened on the arm ot Shandy, In tha cor
ner of the atall, and waa trying to pull the
boy down, that he might trample him to
But for a aecond b faltered; If ever
quick action were needed it waa needed
"Back back Diablo! back!" ah cried,
a puahlng past tbe black dem,on she
brought her hunting-crop down with a full
force between bis ears.
Whether it waa the sound of hla mistress'
voice or the straggling blow but Diablo
dropped the boy like a crushed rat and, halt
rearing, looked viciously at the brave girl.
' "Quick! Through tha hay window!" com
manded Allls, standing between Shandy and
the horse, and drawing the whip back over
her left ahoulder, ready to give It to Diablo
full In the throat, should he charge again.
Cowed, the boy clambered through the
Enraged at tha eight of his assailant's
escape, tha horse gav another scream of
deflnanc and aought with striking forefeet
and apread Jaw to pull down thl new
Not until thea had Allls thought of call
ing tor help; her ona Idea had been for th
Like a flash tha full peril of tha situation
dawned upon her; perhapa her life would
be glvea for the boy who wall deaerved bis
Dunlshment. Sha bad seen two stallions
fight, and knew that tbelr ferocloua na
ture, onca aroused, could only be quelled
by a force stronger than shs posssssed.
Yes, surely she would be killed her young
life trampled out by the frenzied animal.
Incoherently, not In sequence, but all to
gether, these thoughts filled her mind; also
the knowledge that Mike wa beyond hear
ing. "Help Mortimer!" ahe called.
He heard It a ha reached tha atabla
door. Even then he would have been too
late had not other rescue come mor
In rushing from Lauzanne's atall, Allls
had ion t,he door swinging on Its hlnge.
At the first cry of defiance from the black
stallion Lauzanne hr.d stretched high bis
head and aent back, with curled nostril, an
answering challenge. Then with ea.-s
cocked, he had waited tor a charge from
his natural enemy.
When the mingled call ot hi mistress
and Diablo's bugle note came to him be
waited no longer, but rusbed across th
passage and aelsed ths black horse by th
creat, Juat as he was overpowering tbe
It wss at thla Instant Mortimer reached
the scene; In his hand a atable fork be bad
grabbed as hs raced down tbe paasage.
Even Lausanne's attack, tbough It gave
Allia a respite, would not have saved her
life; tbe madly. fighting horses would have
kicked and trampled ber to death.
"My God! Back! back, you devils!" and
pushing, crowding, hugging ths side of tbe
stall, Mortimer fougbt hla way to tha girl.
Once Diablo'a hoof shot out and th man's
left arm, anapping like a pistol, dropped
useless at hla aide. His brain reeled with
tbe shock. Ths oddly swinging arm, dang
ling Ilka a doll'a, with the palm turned
backward, seemed to fascinats him. Why
was hs there? What was he doing? Why
was he hammering th horae over tbe head
with a atable fork, held tightly In his right
hsnd? He hardly knew, his mind was
clouded; ha was fighting by Instinct, and
always crowding along th wall toward th
farther corner. The girl bad quit faded
from hla alght. Somehow he felt that be
must drive the horses back, back out of th
Allls, too, waa fighting, bringing the crop
down with cutting force over the withers.
Beck, head, any part ot the fighting mass in
front of her. Sb could escape uow through
the opening where th boy had gone, but
was not Mortimers In the asms position,
she hsd beea? She had seen hire drop on
his kners when Disblo tsehed out; he must
be sorely hurt; now he was reeling Ilk a
drunken man, aa he fought the mad brutes.
"This way," she panted, catching him by
the coat and pulling him toward th win
Ah, that was It! He saw her now. If
steadied his tenses. It waa the girl; and
she had called him "Mortimer!"
"Back." he yelled. Irrelevantly, In an
swer. cutting Disblo across the fare with
th fork. It was pandemonium.
"Oct through the window," lb girl
creamed In his esr. "Quick! now!" and
she pushed blm toward It.
"You first bsck you devils!" and hs
pressed away from her, closer to tha horses,
thrusting and striking with th steel
The horses were giving wey; Diablo waa
lighting halt through the door, weakening
before the onelaught. of the powerful cheat
nut. Even In battle, as in a race, tha
stamina of the Lazarone blood was telling;
tbe bulldog courage of the strsln was atrong
upon Lauzanne now that he waa roused.
"Quick, you can get out!" again called
This dreary repetition waa the only ex
pression Mortimer's numbed senses seemed
equal to, but he fought the horses with tha
ferocity ot a tiger; hi wound but enraged
They could both escape, Allls kasw. If sha
could bring Mortimer to understand, but
they must do It quick, if at all. It waa
useless. He seemed conscious of but one
Idea; that hs.must drive tbe fighting ani
mals out Into ths psssage to sav ber.
She was not afraid now; tha man 'a pres
ence had driven that all away. Even' at
the coming of Lausanne aha had felt that,
somehow she would come through tha terri
ble melee safely.
It wa useless to speak to him of tha.
window, neither would go first; ao with her
riding whip sha fought aide by sMe with
Mortimer, springing back from tha swift
cutting forefeet; sometimes even hugging
close to the side of a horse as he lashld
out from behind, and one saving Mortimer,
from being cut down, by pulling him swiftly
from under a raised foot.
In the end the stallions were forced out
Into the passage, Just aa Mike came rush
lng on the scene.
But th battle had warmed. Twice Diablo
had been pulled to his knee, forced down
by the fierce strength that waa Lausanne's;
the black waa all but conquered. Tha
trainer's voice checked Lausanna'a fury;
even tha boy had plucked up courage to
return, and between them the chestnut
was driven Into his stall.
All the fight hsd been taken out ot .
Diablo. He atruggled to hla feet, and stood
trembling like a horse that had ooma out
ot a fierce cutting race. On hla arm were .
the mark of Lauzanne' teeth, where they
had snapped like th Jaw of a trap; from
his crest trlnkled a red stream that dripped
to the floor like water from a running
cave. All tha fierce fire of hate had gone
from hi eye. He hung his head dejectedly
and hi flanks vibrated Ilka a silken flag
In tha wind.
Lauzanne, too, bora evidence of a vicious
Ulfa. Ca cs quarter, -hers D!&b!c't
sharp hoof had ripped, waa a cut as though
he bad been lashed with a alckle, and his
withers were torn.
Mortimer and Allls had com out of th
tall, and th man, exhausted by th atrug
gle, leaned wearily with pale, drawn fac
agatnet th wall; th floor seemed slipping
from under him; he felt a sensation of
swiftly passing off Into nothingness. Ha
was Just sleepy, that waa all, but a sleepi
ness to fight against; ha must still fight.
"You are badly hurt." It was the girl's
vole. He was almost suprlsed .that ha
recognized It, everything was so confused.
He answered, heavily. "Yet, I'm I'm
I want to lie down."
"Here, lean on my ahoulder." It waa
Mlke'a voice thla time. "This ia had bus!
nees," the trainer was saying; "wa must
get blm out ot this; he's nearly knocked
out. Are you all right, miss?" turning ta
Th wounded man turned guiltily; ha had
forgotten tbe girl. Yes, surely she had been
In that hell of noises with him, lighting, too.
"I'm Just frightened, that'a all," answered
Allia. "Mr. Mortimer saved me."
Hsd he? be wondered. How had he eoma
in there, anyway. His mind refused to
work out th problem, hi aide waa ao
"Your arm's broke," said Mlk, passing
to Mortimer's right aide. "Coma laan on
me, sir. Can you walk? I'll put you In tha
buggy and drive you to tha house,"
At tha first step Mortimer staggered and
swayed Ilka a drunken man. In hla aid
wer many sharp thlnga pulling blm down
like grappling irona; on hla head waa a
great heavy weight that crushed his feet lata
th bard plank; hi knees gave way under
this load and he would have fallen hut tor
Mike's atrong arm. '
"I'm afraid ;" then ha aet his teeth
hard, hla voice had sought to end tha aan
tenoa la a groan of anguish; tha thing that
was tearing at hla aid had whistled In hla
Allia stepped forward swiftly and, passing
her arm about hla waist, helped Mtk lead
blm to tha door. Twice ahe put her left
hand up and brushed away tha teara from
her ayea; the struggle had unnerved ber.
Vary helplessly agalnat her awayad tha
man aha had laughed at and ridiculed not
half an hour before. And ha had been
crushed saving her! But that wa not why
th tear cam not at all. Sha waa un
strung. "And he's got grit," aha kept muttering to
heraelf ; "he haa never even groaned."
Together they succeeded In getting him
Into tbe buggy; then, .gently, Mlk drove to
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