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THE OMAHA DAILY BEE SUNDAY, AUGUST 31, 1902. horoughbrecjs. By W. A. FRASCR Aolhor f "The Outcast," ''MMitt" and Other Slorle. (CoHyrtght, la, by McClure, Phillips Co.) ty-s. Porter, reading a book on the Cftnda, heard the crunch of wheels at buggy, slow-moving, turned Into the drive. Bbe raised her eyes leisurely, the matter ot the story still In her mind, but with a quick cry of "John!" sbe sprang to her feet, the volume, left to Itself, rustling from her lap to the floor. The mother eyes saw that something was wrong and the mother heart felt that some svll had come to Allls. Mrs. Porter had gone white In an Instant. Over her hung heavy at all times the dread of some terrible accldedt coming to Allls through the horses. "Did jrou call, wife?" Porter esked, as he eme to the door. Then he sprang quickly across the veranda at sight of bis wife's blanched face and reached out to catch her In his arms. But she stopped him, pointing down the drive. "It's Allls, John; oh, mr God!" . "No, no," he answered, "they're Just com ing backhere, sit down again, I'll see," sod he raced down the steps, just as Mike pulled up. "What's the matter, girl?" he began. "The rouna glntleraan's aot a bit shook ! up. slr-nothln' bsd lolke," Mike broke in,! hastily. The diplomatic rider, "not bad," I was added for Mrs. Porter's benefit; his 1 quick eye having seen her white-face. - "Miss Allis's not hurt at all," be contin ued. "We'll help the young glntleman In, an' I'd best go for the docther, I'm think In'." . ' Even as he wss speaking tbey helped Mor timer from the rig. He bad not uttered a sound; his teeth were set hard against the agony that was In his side and the queer dizziness that was over him left little be yond a consciousness that he was being . looked after and that if he couyi only keep i iou., .vr . Ju.i ... - ..... . a. wuu.u vreuwj ...uwcu w .... . , ina; was wmi ne wamea, no iu uruw.j. As he went up the steps between two men a haggard face peered at htm over the rail. It was familiar; he felt some recognition pas due, for It was a lady'a face. He tried to smile.- Then he was on bed, and and sleep at last. When the three men, with the silence of disaster over them, passed strugglingly Into the house Mrs. Porter threw herself on Allls' neck and a passion of teara flooded down and damped the girl's shoulder. "God be thanked, God be thanked!" gasped the troubled woman, and one hand that was over the girl's ahoulder patted her with erratlo rapidity. Then she interrupted I herself. "What am I saying? it's wicked, -J and Mr. Mortimer like that. But I can't lhelp It I can't help It. Oh, Allls, my " neart wss in mv mourn: 1 leei inai soma i day you will come home like this." At that Instant Oaynor dashed by them, leaped Into the. buggy and called, aa he drove off: "I'll have the docther In a Jiffy th' young man's all right!" He was still talking aa the whirr of swlft-rushlng wheels .smothered out his voice, and the dust rose like a steam cloud, almost blotting htm from the landscape. "Oh, gtrll I thought you'd been killed." 1 "Here, alt down, mother you're all worked up," and Allls put a eool hand on her mother's hot forehead. But the shock to her feelings had loosed the good woman's vocabulary. At all times mouldered in her heart a hatred ot racing, even of the horses. "It's the anger of God," Mrs. Porter de nounced, .vehemently. "This gambling and racing Is contrary to His law. Never night passes, Allls, that I do not pray to God that be may open your father's eyes to ths sin. of racing. No good can come of it no good has ever come of It nothing but disaster and trouble;. In a day the sub stance of a year Is wasted. There can't be prosperity living In sin." "Hush, mother," crooned Allls, softly. This outburst from Mrs. Porter startled ths girl; It waa so passionate, so vehement. When they had talked of racing In the horns life the mother had nearly always pre erved a reproachful alienee; her attitude was understood and respected. "I must speak, girl," she said again; "ibis sinful life Is crushing me. ' Do you jthlnk I feel no shame when I alt in meeting find hear our good minister denounce Wambling and racing? I can feel his eyes Of me, and I cannot ralae my voice In protest, for do I not countenance It. My people were all church people." she con tinued, almost apologetically, "tolerating no sin In ths household. Living In stn there can be no hope for eternal life." "I know, mother," soothed the girl; "1 know Just how you feel, but we can't de jert father. He doc not look upon It as a islu, as tarrying any dishonor; he may be bested, but he cheats no man. It can t Bfc.so sinful If there la no evil Intent. And listen, mother, no matter what anybody may aay, even the minister, Ve must both tick to father. If he chooses to race horses all his life." "Ah, sweetheart!" John Porter cried oat In a pleased voice, as he came to them "looking after mother; that'a right. Cynthia lias helped me Ox up Mortimer. He'll be all right as soon as Mike gets back with Rath bone. I think we'd better have a cup of tea these horses are trytDg on the nerves, aren't tbey, little woman?" and be nestle! tls wife's head against his side. "How did it happen, Allls? Did Mortimer slip into Dlablo's box or" "It wss all over that rascally boy, Bhandy Diablo was Just paying him back tor his 111- trcatmsnt and I went In to rescue him and Mortimer risked bia life to save mine." "He was plucky, eh, girl?" "He fought the black like a hero, father But, father, you must never think bad of Lunne again it he hadn't come and fought the black Mr. Mortimer would have been too late." "It's drsadful. dreadful," moaned the mother. . , , Allls shot al quick look at hsr tathsr, and ne changed the subject ana eommepcea tain log about Alan (pondering where he was and other irrelevant matters. Then there was freth dlvertlsement, as Mike rattled up, and Doctor fUlhbone. who was ot a great alxe, bustled la to where Mortimer lay. Three suashed ribs and a broken arm wss h'e Inventory ot the damage ImMcted by v Pblo's kick, when he came out again with Jl'orter, in an hour. ' tt'Tm afraid one ot the splintered riba Is tickling his lung, though." he added, "but the fellow has got such a good nerve that I hardly discovered this unpleasant fact. He'll be all right, however; he'a young and healthy as a peach. Good nursing Is the Idea, and he11 get that here, of course. He daaln I k,nt murh mAriiMn that mm lfin Xfor cur enemies Ha, ha!" and hs laughed f keerlly, as if It were all a good Joke en the natierd man. f "Thlm docthera Is cold-bloodtd dlvlls." was Mike's comment. "You'd a thought they'd beea throwin" dice an It was a hor.e on the other glntleman. Bot' t'umbs! it was, too, Still If ould Sawbones had been In the box yonder wit' Diablo he wouldn't felt so ttinnj." 1 1 "Mortimer behaved well, didn't he, Mike?' asked Porter. "Behaved well. Is It? He was like a live divll; punched thlm two big stallions till tbey took wster an' backed out. My word! whin flrst I see him come to the stable wit' Miss Allls, thinks I, here's wan av thlm city chumps; he made me tired. An' whin he talked about Lausanne's knees, m'anlng his hocks, I had to hide me head In a grain bag. But If you'd seen htm handle that fork, bastln' the black, you'd, thought It was single sticks he was it, wit' t'ou sand. dollars fer a kock out." "One can't always tell how a coat will shape, can they, Mike?" epoke Porter; for Mlka'a fanciful description- was almost bringing a smile to Mrs. Porter's troubled face. "You can't, sor; an' yer next the truf there. I've seen a herrln' gutted weed av a I-yesr-old I remlmber wan now, he was a Lexington. - It was at Saratoga, an' bot' t'umbs! he just made hacks av Iverythlng in soight spread-eagled his field. Te wouldn't give a two dollar fer him, an' he come out an cleaned up the Troy stake. like the great horse that be was." "And you think Mortimer has turned out ?n'thing like that, eh, Mike?" "Well, fer a man that knows no more av horses than I know av the strology av ,Ur n hot w"' n " tne d' truf.' Mortimer's gallant act had roused the Irishman's admiration. He would have done as much himself, but that would have been expected of a horseman, constantly encoun terlng danger; that an office man, a man to be pitied in his Ignorance, should have fearlessly entered the stall with the tight Ing stallions, wss quite a different matter, Even Allls, with her more highly devel oped sense of character analysatlon, felt something of the same Influence. She had Meded ioB uch m,ntfestJLtlon" of Mortl. integral force, and this had come wUh intensity In the tragic box- . .. ..... -v.. of th. iMi originated no polished rhetoric; the gen erally pedantic Mortimer's declamation had been unconventional In the extreme. "Back, you devils!" he had rendered with explosive fierceness, oblivious of everything but that he must ssve the girl. The words still rang In the ears of Allls, and also the echo of i'her own cry when In peril, "Mortimer!" There must have been a foreshadowing la her soul of the man's reliability, though she knew It not. Even without the doctor's orders. It was patent that Mortimer must remain at Ring wood for a tew days. It waa as If Philip Crane, playing with all his Intense subtlety, had met his mas ter In fste; the grim arbiter of man's wsys had pushed forward a chessman to occupy & ccrt&Is zqu.tc en ths bord for tiu, Mortimer had been most decisively smashed up, but his Immense physique had wonderful recuperative powera. The bone aetting and the attendant fever were dis counted by his vitality, and, his progress toward recovery was marvelous. . - - ' CHAPTER t.'3 V Crane heard ot the accident on one of his visits to Brookfleld a- oouplo ot days later, and ot course must needs hurry, to Rlngwood to see his employe. ' It hap pened that Rev. Dolman graced the Porter home with his presence the tame evening that Crane was there. Naturally the. paramount subject of ln terest waa the narrow escspe of Miss Allls; but the Individuality of discussion gradually merged Into a crusade against racing, led by the sealoua clergyman. John Porter viewed thia trend with no little trepida tion ot feeling. It waa Mrs. Porter who precipitated mat ters, by piously attributing Allis's escspo to Providence. "Undoubtedly, undoubtedly!" Mr. Dol man said, putting the points of his lingers together In front of his lean chest. He paused a moment, and Porter groaned In wardly; he knew that attitude. The fin gers were rapiers, stilettos; presently their owner would thrust, with cutting phrase proving that they were all Indeed very bad lot. Perhaps John Porter would have resented this angrily, had he not felt that that the reverend Inquisitor was really honeat In his beliefs, albeit Intolerably narrow In his conclusions. Dolman broke the . temporary silence "But we ahouldn't tempt Providence by worshipping false Images. Love of an I mals Is commendable" he emphasised this sight concession "but race horses al ways appeal to ma as Instruments of the evil one." "It wasn't ths horse's fault, at all, Mr. Dolman," Allls Interposed, "but just a de praved human's. It was the boy, Shandy' fault." "I wasn t thinking or one horse, con tlnued the minister, airily; "I meant race horses In general." "I think Mr. Dolman Is right." Mrs. Por tsr, ventured, hesitatingly. "It's flying In the fsce of Providence tor a gig to go amongst those race horses." "Bad-tempered men ij them vicious, mother," Allls said; "and I believe that Shandy's punishment was the visitation of Providence, It there waa any." Ksv. Dolman's face took on an austere look. It was an Insult to the Divine powera to assert that they had tsken ths part of racs horse. But he turned the point to his own ends. "It's quite wrong to abuse the noble animal, and that's one reason why hold that racing la contrary to the Creator' intentions, quite apart from the evil effect It haa on morale." "Are all men Immoral who race, Mr. Dol man?" John Porter asked. His question forced Dolman to define his position. Por ter alwaya liked things simplified; racln waa either wrong In principle or right Dolman found hla rather a difficult man to tackle. He had this Irritating way of brush ing aside generalisation and forcing the speaker to get back to first principles. The reverend gentleman proceeded cautl ously. "I should hsrdly csre to go so tar as that to maks tbs rule absolute; a vrry strong man might escspe contamination, perhaps." - Mrs. Porter slghsr audibly. Ths minister was weakening almost lamentably giving tsr husband a loophole to escape. "I hardly think racing quite aa bad as It la generally eupposed to be," Interposed Crane, feeling that Porter was being pil loried somewhat. He received a reproachful look from Mrs. Porter for his palna. "I have never seen any good some of It," retorted Delman. "A Christian man must feel that hs is encouraging gambling It hs coununancta racing, for they coutsad that without betting racing la impossible." "Everything in life la pretty much ot a gamble," Porter drawled, lastly ; "there srec t aay sure things, Ths ships that go to sa, the farmer's crops everything Is more or less a matter ot chance. It a man goes straight hs has a fairly easy time with his corsclence, no matter what he'a at, but It he doesn't, well, he'd better go hungry.' "A great many vrry honorable men are racing tcday," added Crane; "men who have built up large fortune through ktoaest deal- Ing and wouldn't be racing If they felt that It was either unchristian or dishonorable." "They can't be Christians If the counte nance gambling," asserted the minister oggedly. It occurred to Mortimer that whenever the discussion took broader lines. Dolman drew It back Intw the narrow cell of his own con viction!. Porter scratched his head perplexedly. They had been discussing the moral Influ ence of racing; tbls seemed more like theology. "It Is certainly unchristian," commented Mrs. Porter, severely. "I haven't aeen much Christian spirit In ny business," said Porter, quietly; "they 11 seem more a matter of written agree ments. In fact there's more done on honor in racing than In any of the business gambles. A man that's crooked In rsclng Is sure to come to grief In the long run." Crane shifted In his chair and Dolman coughed deprecatlngly. "For my part," continued Porter, "I've never found it necessary to do anything I'm ashamed of In racing." His wife saw an opening. "But, John, dear, you were treated moat shamefully last year a dishonest boy hauled your horse" "Pulled, mother," Interposed Allls; pulled father's horse, you mean." "Perhaps; though I fall to see where the difference can be. If the horse ran the other way, and your father lost." Porter smiled indulgently. "The boy whs punished, Helen," he said. "Dishonesty Is not tolerated on the race course." "Yes, but something Is always happening," "ON LAUZANNE SPED AND TO ' a Rnxn OF DELIGHT." ahe continued In lament. "It's contrary to the law of the church, John. It seems Just like a visitation ot Divine wrath the way things happen. And you're so sanguine, John; laat year you were going to win big race with Diablo, when he threw his leg." "Threw a splint, mother," prompted Allls. "I thought your father said It. was his leg had something the matter with It," argued Mrs. Porter. "The splint was on his leg, mother dear." "Well, I'm not familiar with race phrases, must say, though I ahould be, goodness knows I hear little elae. . And talk of cru elty to animals," she turned to Mr; Dolman; "they burned the poor beast's leg with hot irons Th minister held up his hands in horror. "It didn't give him as much pain as the doctor gave Mr. Mortimer In setting his arm," declared Allls. "But It was racing injured the horse's leg," Interposed Dolman. But your horse haa got a ringbone, Mr. Dolman," said Allls, "and a apavln, too I've been looking at blm. That'a becauss you drive him too fast on hard roads. And his feet are contracted from neglect In shoeing. It's Just cruel the way that poor horse has been neglected. Race horses ars much better taken care ot." Allls' sudden onslaught switched Mr. Dolman from the aggressive to the . de fensive with celerity. "I confess I know very . little about horse," he waa forced to apologize; then, with something of asperity, "the spiritual welfare of my congregation takes up ny entire time." This rebuke caused a momentary silence end Dolman, turning to Mortimer, said: "I hope you don't approve ot racing, air." Mortimer didn't, but a look from Allls' eyee Inexplicably enough caused 'him to hedge very considerably In hla reply. "I know nothing about the race course," he aald, "but from what I sse of the thor oughbreds I believe a man would have to be of very low order If their noble natures did not appeal to him. I think that cour age, and honesty, and gentleness they all seem to hav It must always have a good Influence. Why, sir," he continued, with a touch ot excitement, "I think a man would be ashamed to feel that be was mak ing himselt lowsr than ths horses hs had to do with." Allls looked grateful. Even Porter turned half about In his chair and gated with a touch of wonderment at the battered young man who had aubstltutsd common sense for sophistical reasoning. Ths reverend gentleman frowned. "If not the horses at all," he said, "it's the men who. are disreputable." Mra. Porter gave a little warning cough. In his tealousness Mr. Dolmsn might anger her husband; then his logtc would avail little. "The men are like the . horses," com mented Porter; "soms bad and aoms good. They . average about the eama aa they do In anything elss, mostly good. I -think. Of course, when you get a bad one he stands out, and everybody sees him." "And sometimes horses and men, too, I suppose get a bad name when they don t deserve It." added Allls. "Everybody ssys Lauzanne Is bad, but I know he's not." - "That waa a caae of thla dreadful dis honesty," ssld Mrs. Porter, speaking hsstily. Shs turned In an explanatory way to Crane. , "Tou know, Mr. Crane, last summer a rascally man sold my husband a crooked horse Now, John, what sre you laughing at?" for her husband was shaking In hla chair. "I was wondering what a crooksd horss would look like." hs snswsred, and there were sobs in his voice. "Why, John, when you brought him horns you ssld hs was crooked." As usual Allls ttrslghtened mstters out: "It was ths msn who was crooksd.. Mother mesne Lauzanne," ahe continued. "Yes," proceeded the good wemsn. "a Mr. Langdon, I remember now. treated my hus band moat shamefully over this horse." Crane winced. He would have preferred thumbscrews Just then. "John is honest himself," went -on Mrs. Porter, "sad he believes other men; and this horse had aoms drug giveo him to makd alna look nice, so that my husband would, buy tlm." "Shameful," protested Dolman. "Are men allowed to give horses drugs?" Heap pealed to Mr. Porter. "No; the racing law la very strict on that point." "But evidently It Is done," contended Dolmsn. "I think there's very little uis ot It," said Porter. The turn of the conversation made Crane feel very uneasy. "Do you think, Mr. Porter," he naked, "that there waa anything of that sort over Lausanne? Do you think Langdon would?" he hesitated. "Mr. Langdon has a tolerable Idea ot what I think," anawered Porter. "I shouldn't trust that man too much I I were you. He's got cunning enough, though, to run straight with a man like yourself, who haa a horse or two in his stable, and doesn't go In for betting very heavily." "I know very little about htm," protest ed Crane; "and, as you ssy, be will prob ably act quite straightforward with me, at least." "Yes," continued Porter, halt wearily, ae though he wished to finish ths dlstssteful discussion, "there are black sheep In rac ing as there are In everything else. My own opinion Is that the most of the talk we hear , about crooked racing Is simply talk. At least nine of ten racea are hon estly run the best horse wins. I would rather cut off my right hand than steal a race, and yet last summer It wss satd that I had pulled Lucretla." "I never heard ot that, John," cried Mra. THE RHYTHM OF HIS BIO, HEAVING Porter In astonishment. . "No, you didn't," drily answered her hus band. Allls smiled; she had settled that part ot It with her father at th time. . "If you'll excuse me," began Crane, rising. "I think Mr. Mortimer Is getting tired. I believe I'll Jog back to Brookfleld." Reluctantly the Reverend Dolman rose, too.' He felt, somehow1, that the atmos phere ot racing had smothered his expostu lationthat he had made little headway. The lntenae honesty that was John Porter's shielded htm about almost as perfectly aa a higher form of belief might have done. But with almost a worldly cunning It Occurred to the clergyman that he could turn the drawn battle Into a victory for the church; and aa they atood for a mlnuto In the gentle buatle ot leave-taking, he aald:. ' "The ever-continuing fight that I carry on against the various forms ot gambling must necessarily take on at times almost a personal aspoct" he was addressing Mr. Porter, ostsnslbly "but In reality It Is not quite so.. I think I understand your posi tion, Mr. Porter, and and what aball I aay? personally feel that the wlckedneas of racing doesn't appeal to you as a great contamination; you withstand it, but you will forgive me ssylng so thousands have not the same strength of character." Porter made a deprecating gesture, but Dolman proceeded. "What I was going to say Is that you possibly realise this your self. You have acted ao wisely, with what I would call Christian forethought. In plao Ing your son Alsn In a different walk of life, and" he turned with a grave bow In Crane' direction "and In good hands, too." "Hi mother wished It," Porter said, Imply. "Yes. John was vary good about Alan's future," th mother concurred, "but. hus band, you quits' agrsed that It waa much I batter for Alan to be In the bank than poeslbly drifting Into association with well, auch dishonorable men aa thla Mr. Langdon and his friends. He 1 So much better off," she continued, "with yourfg men such a Mr. Crane would hav about him." The Rev. Dolman smiled meekly, but It wss In triumph. Hs hsd called attention to an act which epoke far louder than Mr. Porter's disclaiming words. Porter waa not at all deceived by the minister; In fact he rather admired th other' cleverness In beating him on the post. He gsve a little laugh aa hs said: "I should not have aucceeded very well In a bank. I am more at home with the horses than I am with figures, but I ex pect I would have gone fairly straight and hope the boy will do the earns. I fancy one' ot the great troubles about banking Is to keep the men honest the temptation of handling a, much money being great. They seem to have more chancea to steal than men on the race course." As usual, Porter seemed to be speaking out of his thoughts and without malice no one took offense. It. was simply strslghtforward answer to Dolman's chargs. Porter hsd simply summed up the whole business In very small nutshell that there waa temptation everywhere and that honest men and thieves were to be found on race courses. In banks, in every busi ness, but that. Ilk horses, a fair ehsre of them were honest. "Speaking materially of rao horses, quits outsids of th moral aspect," said Crsne ss hs was taking bis lesve, "you'll have to be mighty careful ot that Diablo, Mr. Porter, when Mlt A1U is about. Ha seems vlndtctlv bruts." "Yes. John, "you'll have te sell him right away; I'll be frightened to death while be' about th place." "I shall never be a bit afraid of him." remonstrated Allls. Bhandy, who mad all the mischief, hss been discharged." "Diablo hat always been mor trouble thsn hs' worth." said Porter. "I thought hs was going to be a good horse, but ha isn't, and If b has Uksn t eating people I'll give him away cme day. I wouldn't sell him as a good horse and nobody'd buy a man eater." "I'll buy hiss when you make up your mind, Mr. Porter." exclaimed Crsns, some what eagerly. "I hav nobody sweet enough to tempt hU appetite. In the mean time. Miss Allls, tf I were you I should keep away from blm." Then presently, with good nights and parting words of warning about Diablo, the guests were gone, and Mortimer, having declined Porter's proffered help, was some what awkwardly having but one good hand preparing to retire in Alan's room. His mind worked somewhat faster than his Angers; several new problems hsd been given to it to labor over within the com pass ot a single moon. That horse racing should ever become a disturbing Interest In his lite bsd seemed very Improbable; now It wss like a gale la his soul It swayed him. He was storm-tossed In the disturbing element he could come to no satisfactory conclusion. On the one hand, the thoroughbred h or see were to be ad mired, they were brave and true creatures of love. Also Porter wss an honest man, the one thing he .dmlred above all else. And Miss Allls! Somehow or other his eyes flew up to a picture that rested on msntelplece In the room. He took It down, looking furtively over his shoulder as he did so, and, taking It close under the Ismp that was on the table, sat and gated stead fastly Into the girlish face. Even In the photograph, the big, won drous eyes seemed to say, "What of wrong. If we are not wrong?" That was the at mosphere; so thoroughly straightforward and honeat, that wrong failed of contami nation. Still "it was unconvincing to Mortimer. Th horses might be good, the men honest and the girl pur and aweet, but the life QUARTERS THE GIRL'S SOUL SANG Itself was ' distasteful. Reason as one might, it was allied to gambling. Mortimer roae with a sigh; the whole thing wesrled him. Why should he distress his mind ovsr ths matter? As he put th photograph back on th mental, he held It for an Instant, then suddenly, with a ner vous awkward gesture, brought it to his Hps and klsssd the eyes that seemed to command tribute. The movement twisted hi broken-ribbed side, and an agony of pain cam to htm In quick retribution. It wss though th involuntary kiss had lurched htm forward into a futurity of misery. The Spsam loosed bsads of perspiration, which atood cold on hit forehead. Swift taken from the stimulant of hit thoughtt, hit nerves, overtaxed by the evening, Jangled discord antly, and hs crept Into bed feeling an un utterable depression, aa though the room waa filled with evil, threatening spirits. CHAPTER X. In coincidence, the two men, Mortimer and Crane,, hsd similar thoughts the day after "Mr. Dolman's discussion; and, rather remarkably, their deductions were alike, having the aame aubject ot mental retro spect, Allls Porter. It was svldent that outaida of her fam ily, little interested her but horses; cer tainly, not . a very lofty aspiration. When the conversation had dealt with broad prin ciples, men and their shortcomings, ths previous evening, ,she had centralised It In Lausanne, pleturlng blm aa aymboltcal of good acts and evil repute. Patently It waa difficult to become Interested in such a young womsn; actually ahe monopolised their thoughts. Inconsistently the fsir of fender felt no recoil ot this somewhat dis tressing situation; her mind busied Itself chiefly over the reclamation of Lauzanne. By inheritance all the qualities of a good horse had come to him, except a submissive temper. Allls worked on the theory that bis disposition hsd been set awry by inju dicious handling; that unlimited patience would cause him to forget all that. He could gallop, else hs had not won the race in which he beat the Dutchman. That he had needed a atlmulant that day waa be caus he had been soured, and would not try with his wits about him. Prom the time ot coming back to Ring wood Allls hsd ridden him in all hla ex ercise gallops and had aaksd Mlk parson- ally to supervise his stabl sducatlon. It had taken all her great patience, all her youthful enthusiasm and faith, for the chestnut had notions beyond all belief. At Brat,' missing the abuss, he almost seemed to thirst for It; tried the gentlo girl In every way sulked and loafed, and took little stresks of trying to cut the course, and maks false breaks, as though hs were going to run with a full vigor- even laid hold of the horses with his teeth when opportunity offered. Thess antics did not break ths girl' tslth; sbe rode him with the gentle hand a woman knows, and a horse soon learns to appreciate; and gave htm to understand that hs was to have fair treatment. Porter viewed tbls contlnuoua perform ance with silent scepticism. He did not abuse horses himself, neither did he put up with .too much nonsense from them. To him tbey were like children, needing a lot of tolerant klndneea, but, also, at times, to be greatly Improved by a sound spanking. Ones, when be suggested something of this sort to Allls, saying that Lauzanne was a spoiled child, she admitted that he was, but that thoughtless cruelty and not Indulgence had done the harm, therefore klndneas was the cure. - The first sign of regeneration was th Implicit faith that Lauzanne began to plac In his young mistress. At first whsn shs put up a hand to pet him he would Jerk his head away la afrlght; now he snuggled her shoulder r nibbled at her glove In full spirit ot camradsrle. Then one day, la a gallop, came a stronger manifestation a brief minute of exhilaration with after hours of thankfulness and beyond that, alas for th uncertainty ot a spoiled temper, an added period of wslloelng In the slough ot Despond. It was on a crisp, sparkling morning and with 8handy It was before bis downfall on Lucretla,. another etahle lad. Ned Car ter, on Gam Boy and Alii on Lauzanne, the three swung oft for a working gsllop ot a mile or more. Laussnns was In an Inquisitive mood, aa the other two raced on In front. What waa hla light-weighted rider up to, any way? Why did she always lesve It to him td do just ss he liked? Wss she really deceiving him did she wUta him to lie bark there behind the others always? Hs fell to wondering what she would do If he were to take hold of the bit end spresd bis big muscles In one rushing gallop and go peat the ethers and get home to the feedbox first. He rattled the snaffle In his mouth with nervous Indecision he hsd a notion to try It. "Steady, my boy!" ssld Allls, as ahe slipped the reins bsck through her fingers till they stretched tight. A dozen time she hsd sought In vstn to make blm think ahe did not wish him to gallop, but something In the crisp sir this morning threw htm off his gusrd. Why should he be forced to leg behind? He stretched the srrh of his neck straight till the bit held hard In h i mouth; the esrs pltcheJ forward In eager point; the great frame under the girl quiv ered and sank clqser to earth; the roar ot his besting hoofs came up to her ears muffled by the drive of, the wind that was now a gale a the chestnut raced Into It with the apeed of an express. How her heart ssng! Here was speed and with such stride strong and straight and true! Low she crouched. and her call to Lsuzaine was but a Joyous whisper. Her smalt hands were framed In steel; strength to stesdy the big chestnut a be swung round the course glued to the rail. On Lauzsnne sped and to the rhythm of his big heaving quarters the girl's soul sang a song of delight. At last, at lastt wss com ing rewsrd; her reward. And then, just when everything hsd been achieved, when the greet gallop hsd brought them halt up the stretch, something came to Lauzanne perhaps ths memory of ths whipping finishes. At any rate he curled up like a dog, threw his ear back Allls could feel the sudden stiff prop of the fore legs as he set himself against the rush ot speed and in a dozen strides he wss Lau sanne again Lauzanne the Despised. An so it hsd gone on for weeks, Allls working out her theory up to the time ot the trouble over Diablo. There was something In the girl's quiet determination that was mssterful; perhaps that was why she had always bad her own way at home. Now thla mastery was spreading out wonderfully. Lauzanne and Mike and her father and Crane and Morti mer, all In different degrees of subjection, but, aa fate knew, all subject. Mrs. Porter's lament, the night of Dol man's crusade, hsd given Crane a keynote tor his line ot action. It was the day followltng her scoring of the tolerant husband that Crane revisited Rlngwood, full of his new Idea. He had an Impulse to buy back Lau sanne. For almost the first time In his life he experienced twinges of remorse; this waa because of Allls. Porter's affairs were la a bad way and he would probably accept eagerly an offer from Crane to lighten his load. Individually ,he cared lit tle for Porter's financial tribulations, but It was a good opportunity to prepare tho way for a stronger pressing ot his suit with the girl. With hit usual fine discrimination he spuae to Mrs. Porter flrst. Intimating, never so slightly, that her words hsd won his entire sympsthy, that If her husband would aell any of the horses he would buy them. There was a strong atmosphere ot sin cerity about Crane at all times; what he did he did with the full vigor of a man believing la its truth. One might almost have suspected that he deceived himself that be bad no conception ot the unright eousness ot his acta. At any rate, he im posed most successfully upon the mother of Allls. Quite egotistically she attributed to herself the trend of his friendship. In racing phrase Crsns was out for a killing and playing hla cards with consummate skill. With ths master of Rlngwood he went very straight to the point. This was pos sible, aa Porter could not hesitate to dis cuss his financial condition with his banker.' Crane offered to buy Lucretla this, with him, was purely a speculation but Porter would not part with the little mare. Then the banker spoke ot Lauzanne, saying thai he felt somewhat guilty since learning the previous evening that the horse had been doped. Porter failed to see where Crsne hsd anything to do with It. But the latter In sisted that he had unwittingly helped Langdon by speaking of Lauzanne as a good horse. He hsd known nothing of the matter beyond that hla trainer had as sured him the horse would win; In fact he had backed him. Porter laughed at the Idea that responsi bility could attach to Crane. Aa to the chestnut, he waa not worth a tenth of the three thousand he had coat that was well known; and If Crane, or any other man sought to buy him at that price It would ssvor too much ot charity., At any rate, Lauzanne belonged to Allls and Crane would have to bargain with her. Then there was Diablo, Crane said; his presence wss a menace to Miss Porter. "I've nursed him for a good while," Por ter replied, "and he's a bad betting proposi tion he's too uncertain. You don't want such a horae aa that nobody does. I'll keep him a bit longer and put him In a handicap or two, where the puree will be worth running for and I won't have to back fctm; he'll get In with a featherweight and aome day may take It into bis head to gallop, though he's a rank bad one." Crsne did not press ths point; hs under stood Porter's motives throughout. He knew the master of Rlngwood was an un changing man, vary set In his wsys, ad hering closely to bis plsns and opinions. So Crane went back to Brookfleld without purchasing a horse, saying as he left: "I claim flrst privilege when ' you wish to sell." . He hsd talked to Porter In the stable, and Mike, busy nesrby, heard that part of their conversation referring . to the horses. "Tbey haven't got money enough in the bank to take the little mare from us yet, hsvs they Mike?" Porter said to Oaynor, full of bis pride In Lucretla. "That they haven't sor," replied Mike proudly. "But, faith. I wish th' glnt hsdn't come s-tryln' to buy her; it's bsd luck to turn down a big offer fer any horse." Porter smiled Indulgently. Tbls stable superstition did not appeal to him. "It would a broke the bad luck, sor, to have let blm took the black." "It would have broken his bank, you mesn, Mike." "Well, he'll break some man'a bank here yet, an' I'm a telltn' you that sthralght. They ssy a black cat's full av ths dlvll, but Dlablo's ould Nick himself, though I'm say In' It waa th' b'y Shandy's fault sp'llin' him. An' If It wasn't fer M as Allls It's a pity you couldn't a sold him tba chestnut. He's a saw horse he' as hesvy In th' hesd at a bag ot talt: he'll never do no good to nobody. Them's the kind as kspe a man poor, eat In' their heads off, ao' wan horse, or maybe two, in the stable earnln' the oata fer them. It's ch'sper to cut th' treats av such cattle." "I believe you're right, Mike." Porter answered, quietly, as hs left ths stable. Crsne, driving to Brookfleld, turned over la hi mind ths matter of his mission- Hs was satisfied. He had sucreedrd !n the main ebjectlve point. It would have been a good move to have acquired Lucretla to have templed her Vi,' ft - 2TSJy - ' kf V INDIVIDUALITY That's thwWordl EER - MILWAUKBH Ponesses a goodness all Hs own. Unerring judgment exercised in the election of materials, backed by Blitz method of brew ing, are the main iactort rcspon tiblt for Blitz character. BLATZ MALT-VI VINE Nnn-Intotrnt SUMMER TONIO All Drurstsis or Direct. 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