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r BLUE BLADE
'How an. Old Timer Brought
An Old'Timer Into
?r ' HisrOwn. '
'The friendless man and the un
friended, horjse stood, watching
each other. The horsestood last
of a line of ;ancienr,hacks, fasten
ed tolequallyvancient, ramshackle
London cabs, whose owners were
slowly and desperately yielding
to the all-cpnquering taxicab.
The drivers, out at elbows, seedy,
unshaven, lounged atvthe corner
saloon hard'by, watching with
melancholy eyes the smart auto
mobiles that dashed .along the
busy thoroughfare. I
Their horses munched stolidly
at the oats in their nosebags, but
the last horse had lost his''bag and
strained helplessly to catch it,
each attempt causing it to swing
tantalizingly just out of his reach.
The man had slept that night
in one of the parks. Nine years
before he had been a noted plun
ger oh the turf; now, his fortune
gbne, his horse sold, his friends
forgotten, he was one of the dere
licts 6i London. Drunkenr shift
less, existing "on "the charity of a
few who tossed him a coin in
memory of former days, he still
had a soft place in his heart for a
He stepped forward and ad
justed the creature's bag. Then,
when it whinnied arfd nibbled at
his ragged sleeve, he clapped his
.hand to his head and started back
in amazement. Tears sprang un-
hidden into his .eyes. s
"Blue Blade J" he muttered, ?
The recognition was mutual.,
The staring coat, the half-iiealed
harness sores coufdnot disguis!e
the famous colt that had so near-'
ly won the derby nine summers
before". Jones, his jockey, had
pulled, he jknew, ior no horseflesh'
could have heaten B.lue Blade in
a fair contest.
That broke him; he sold hjs
stable and the turf knew him no
more;. He had wept -when Blue
Blade passed out of his keep. He
had lost form under her new mas-J
ter, sunk, lower and lower, until
now ' ' i
"Keb, sir?" asked the driver,, in
polite sarcasm. ' i
''How much wilL you take fonT
this horse?" he demanded. - d
"Twenty pounds buys' him,
duke, harness an' all," said the
driver; grinning. m
"Be here at this time tomor"
row," 'theVian answered. Andii
on the following night he led-the
animal away. He had gone, to alF
who had known him, begged,
pleaded, prayed and forced from
them loans to the amount of S0
pounds. And that night, in the!
ramshackle stable, he resolved-,
that Blue Blade should yet coma I
into his own.
Two months remained before'
the Ipswich meet, the chief event
of the'all racing season. Man asi
well as horse must train, must'
drive the tremble out of hjs
hands, the glassy weakness from
his eyes. Ifor.he was resolved
that none but he should ride him.