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•yTI TRUE woman, a strong man.
I 1 arid a pood horse; love, strength
I I and speed. Because of these
X things this story.
But It did not start this way; not by
a great deal. At first it was only ban
ter. That was the way Beth looked at
Beth Cavendish. If Douglas Slade
was more in earnest that was his fault.
He was in indigo, up in Tirhoot, and
the planter's life tends to make one
take things more seriously than they
do in the service. For Beth was of the
army. Her father, who was a general,
and her brother and all the rest of the
Cavendishes were of the army. And
thf ; e its strength and speed and truth
and just a little of love, perhaps.
As for the seriousness of the thing,
as I have said, it was ail on his side.
That was the , atmosphere when they
said these things. It was in Calcutta.
He had really been skirmishing for an
opening— so blunderingly that she
knew it.
"Marriage arid the before is not ro
mance." she said, looking very earnest
ly through the window and out across
the sun-scorched maidan that stretched
away to the stone feet of Fort William.
"It's dreadfully commonplace; it's al- .
most tragic in its dull ccMimercialness."
"Is there no romance of love, then?"
he said, feeling that some strong moves
were being made on the chessboard of
their little game.
"I suppose there is — of 'love'; but we
don't associate love with most of the
marriages we see, you know; they are
"arranged,* and^the result Is "
He waited fc-r her to finish the sen
tence, watching the gray eyes as they
came back drooping a little from the
glare of the hot sunshine. But she
seemed to be picturing the result to
herself and to have forgotton all about
his presence; so he added: "Disas
trous, eh?" ' ' , *
"Not always, of course. Now, if it
■were the old days, the old times when
men rode forth to battle for the lading
they loved, or paid they loved, it might
be different. Then a man had to dare
and do much to prove his. love. Now
It's simply a matter of arrangement."
Slade thought hopelessly of his posi
tion. He might vow to raise more indi
go than any other man in his district.
but that would hardly appeal to thi3
maid of a warlike race. His chances
were limited. He would willingly.un
dertake to thrash anybody, but there
was nobody to thrash. He felt quite
bitterly that what she said was true —
there was little of romance in his life,
little that was bright to offer her in ex
change for the pleasant existence she
led. Why should she go to live at his
stupid old bungalow, up in Tirhoot,
simply because he desired it— loved her.
If you will? She had sadly demolished
hi? skirmishing line, but he must re
treat with a light heart, conceal the
dull little gnawing with banter.
"Yes," he said, "if we lived in those
days, or those days were now, I might
take your glove, tie it to my helmet— l
really forget how they did fasten the
gloves on — end go up and down the
land knocking people about until you
■were quite satisfied witn the slaughter
and called me back to receive my re
ward. By Jove! I'd do it quick enough,
though,' he added, more to himEelf
thai; to his companion.
Beth smiled a little at this and said:
"You see the fates are against you;
there's no chance for you to show your
devotion."
"No; no chance," he admitted, trag
ically.
"Are you going to win any races in
Calcutta next meeting?" she broke in.
changing the subject abruptly, as
though his last words had settled the
other for ■■:'. time.
'"So, I'm afraid I can't even win a
race. My ..horses are all crocks— not
one aboveV.elling-plater form."
A merry liKht danced In Be'.Vs eyes.
Had she laid ■ trap for him? "You
shall: be 'my knight-errant then. I "11
give you a task. Win me the Bally
g-unge Cv»."
His/ face fell. . "Something easy,
please " he begsred. ' "The me on. for in
stance, or Buddha's tooth from .Cey
lon. Any little bauble you may think
of."
"My knight rides not forth to battle
to-day, then?" said Beth.
"Oh, I'll .try it. of course." he added,
flushing a little; "try it, and not a hack
in my stable fit to pull a' dog-cart!
Only don't pluck' a fellow if he fails,
that's all. But I must have a gage — a
modern page in black and white." ■
The getting of the ; gage was too
tedious for telling, but It' read: ' .
"If Douglas' Slade win* the next Bal
lygunge steeplechase, I promise to——"
and there she stuck.
He filled in. with his own hand, "Re
ward him." ■ ■ .
"You're to wear it on your casque,
you know," she said, as he folded it up
neatly. ■', ,- ■■
"Yes, I'll tie it in my racing cap when
I ride forth to battle' in the cup," he
raid- as he stood, one foot on the step
of his high dog-cart, and nodded pleas
antly to Beth. . "
"Now I'm in a hat." thought Slade to
himself as he drove to his hotel. "Win
the ■ Ballygunge CUp with a lot of
broken-down, nags, when* I have failed
before v with the • best horse that 1 ever
came to India. 4 And the Cavendish
knew I couldn't win it when she set me
the Dace/? ,",-.."; V:
Then he grabbed a lifeline that dan-
Bled down into his sea of despair. The
lifeline was . Captain Frank Johnson.
He wag standing at the door of the
hotel.
"By Jove!" said Slade. "you're just
the man I want, • Johnson. If there's
anybody on / earth, or anywhere else,
that can help me out of this pickle,
you re the man, or fiend. -as . he case
may be."
Up in his room he told Johnson what
he had undertaken to do. The captain
whistled a merry note of derision.
"Do ; you know what you've run up
against?" he asked. "Lord Dick's got
Musket, a big winner at Punchestown,
THE BALLYGUNGE CUP.
out from home to land this same bit
of jewelry, and, bar him, there isn't
a horse in the country can beat Jovial,
who is in it, too.
"Id transfer my horse, Chang, to you
quick er.' ugh,"" continued Captain
Frank, "for I mean to start him; but
I'll tell you straight, if the other two
a me to the poet fit, I'll only win it in
something happens to both of
them— in case they fall or run out, or
something of that sort. Neither of
them is apt to do that, though," he
continued, regretfully, "for they're both
crackers at the 'lepping' game."
"But I've got to win it," said Slade,
helplessly; and the look on his face
drew another whistle from the firm,
thin lips of the racing captain.
Johnson sat in deep thought for a
minute. "If it's as bad as all that."
he said presently, looking at Slade,
"'we'll have to hunt up a horse to beat
the both of them, eh? You've got noth
ing in your stable that a donkey
couldn't give pounds to. But Baldeck's
just landed a Waler, In a shipload of
horses from Australia, that if we can
buy and get fit in time will take a lot
of beating:. His name's Goldfinder. He
won over big timber in Australia."
Hope Is a good tonic, and the way
Blade rushed things until he had se
cured (.Toldfinder was appalling. Not
but that there was trouble over it, and
it realiy BOsmed as though everybody
fru in league to keep him from win
ning the cup. Baldeck wanted It him
in fact, had brought this horse
i ut to win it to take back to Australia.
Bnder's price, £500, was all right.
Slade gave that eagerly enough, and
he got over the difficulty of the cup for
Baldeck by agreeing that, if the horse
won. he would have a duplicate made,
in gold, if he liked, and give it to him.
This seemed a trifling and happy ar
rangement; but, like a good many other
triiiir.g things, it turned out serious in
the end.
You'll have to come up with me to
my place and get Go-ldflnder fit." Slade
said to Johnson. "I want to win this
race and then quit the turf. I'll have
something else to think of then." he
added impressively.
Jchnson and his own racing stable
were transported up to Tirhoot. There
was nu difficulty about this, for Cap
tain Frank had shed the army and was
a racing: gentleman pure and simple —
not co very pure and simple perhaps.
Slade agreed to make him a present
of (Joidfinder after the race was run
and won.
' We'll have a great chance to find
out how the new horse is going." Slade
remarked, "with Chang in the string.
Changs almost good enough, and if mv
Morse turns out a bit better, we'll scorch
them this trip."
While Slade and Johnson got the two
horses ready in Tirhoot, on the indigo
planter's estate, something else was be
ing got ready in Calcutta. That was
the working of one John Maynard's
mind over this same Ballygunge cup.
He was in the service, too. but that
uicin't matter. What did matter was
that he thought Beth Cavendish the
only girl he wanted to marry.
So while others worked faithfully in
Tirhoot, he trained a sprinter to go fast
for a mile, and jump viciously at every
thing in sight. Though Maynard'.s mor
als were slightly oblique, his pluck was
all right, and he never thought of his
"wn neck in the matter. t If he broke
the other fellow's— well, necks some
times do get broken in a steeplechase
over a stiff country.
"I think it's fairly satisfactory." he
confided to himself. "If by any chance
I fail to bring him a cropper, Lord Dick
is pretty sure to beat him out on Mus
ket." So he took a pretty heavy bet,
backing Lord Dick's horse to win a
small fortune. You see it was all gain
with him — love and coin.
Why Maynard had put Diabolo in no
body knew. Certainly he couldn't stay
the course, three miles and a half, and
he was well named Diabolo, for he had
tIM temper of a fiend. It bothered Cap
tain Frank not a little. That a man
of Maynard's cleverness should play
the fool was quite out of the question;
besides, Maynard could surely get
something that would go the distance
and have some chance of finishing with
the others. Then, when he found out
that Diabolo's owner had taken a long
bet about Musket's winning, he com
menced to do considerable thinking
suspicious thinking.
"I'll keep an eye on Maynard In the
race," he told Slade. "He played me a
bit of a trick once at Umballa and I
shouldn't mind wiping out the score.
Chang's a pretty big horse and be
tween us we can take care of ourselves
and somebody else, too, if it's
needed."
"What do you mean?" asked Blade.
"Nothing, only we'll sort of win the
cup between us. You'll sort of ride un
der my order and when I give you the
word in the race, do Just as I say, even
if it does seem a bit queer."
"I'll take your coaching, Frank, for
you know the game better than I do."
That was only two days before cup
day. Slade said nothing to Beth about
winning the cup. When he had won it
would be soon enough; if he lost— well,
he had not lost yet, anyway.
'There'll be some collarbones cracked
to-day," said Captain Frank to Slade,
as they put on their silk colors in the
dressing room the day of the race. "The
top bamboos on all the Jumps are iron
bound and if any horse hits them hard
he'll come down for keeps and he'll stay
down, too."
"Dangerous, that, eh?" answered
Slad*. "Might upset our good thing."
"Hardly," said Captain Frank, with
his drawling twang; "somebody'll find
them dangerous, but you won't. Gold
finder'll fly them like a bird."
"What about Chang?" inquired Slade.
"Chang and his rider are all right,"
replied Johnson.
The terms of the race were simple
enough. It was a gentleman's race, for
all horses owned solely by members of
the Ballygunge Association. It was
open to all riders. This also was a
simple arrangement that turned out
very complicated at the end. i
Of course Beth was there; everybody
ROSES and hoar frost, sunshine
and snow, juvenility and senil
ity, life and decay, as applied
to matrimonial alliances might
better be summed up in the
two words, cupidity and putridity.
Marriages between young women
and an advanced stage of masculine
senility never occur save where the
aged wooer makes a fool of himself,
letting his bank account do the rest,
and where the aged wooer neglects
the slight formality of the marriage
formula should he grow weary of mak
ing a fool of himself, before or after
his obsequies, should he be alive or his
heirs, should he be dead, are very apt
to hear from the woman in the case
through a legal process.
An old man, particularly if he were
once something of a beau and can still
afford the price, never realizes that
he has grown old with a correspond
ing diminution of charm. There are
some few very lovable old men, but
as a rule, an old man is about as un
lovely and nonlovable as it is possible
for human to be. The great majority
grow exceedingly careless as to dress,
not wanting to bother even to keep
up the exquisite daintiness that was
the charm in youth. There is one type,
however, that is immaculately groomed
who still preserves the dignity of age
that appeals to the heart of every
woman. The lovable old man Is a
rarity, but when found women accord
him due homage. He is the elegant,
dignified gentleman. Chesterfieldlan of
manner, with too much dignity to fig
ure in unsavory scandals and midnight
orgies, and too much self-respect to
compromise himself. The opposite
type ig the silly old fool, who imagines
he is still young enough to make any
woman love him, and the woman who
is playing for high stakes and has an
eye on the emoluments thereof flat
ters him into the belief that he is
adorable while he, nothing loth to have
her think of him exactly what he
thinks of himself. Is vain and silly to
the tune of Imbecility. An old man
with money is a regular dough baby
In the hands of an unscrupulous wom
an.
He Is fond of posing as a "hell of a
fellow" before his friends and has an
idea that a woman who uses his pocket
THE SAN FRANCISCO SUNDAY CALL.
W. A. FRASER
who was anybody was. It was the
"Grand National" of India. . Beth had
not thought that Douglas Slade would
take her banter seriously. Why had he
bought a horse that really had a good
;hance of winning the cvp — for people
were saying that he might win? Good
judges liked the big chestnut, and were
fcaying that he had a great chance.
Beth kept asking herself a knotty
question. "If Douglas Slade won, what
then?" He had kept so quiet about it
that she thought he had forgotten the
whole thing. Surely he was a valiant
knight. It would almost be too bad for
him to be beaten now. The thought
gave her a start. What if he should be
beaten— he had been so plucky about it,
so determined?
And there, was the gage right enough,
straight ': In \ front of i her eyes. Douglas
Blade, riding iby on his 'chestnut: from
the paddock to the course, turned his
head ■ toward V. the grandstand ?; as ~. he
passed ' the end, and : she . saw : the • mis
sive, the gage, > tied ' tightly in the
strings vof V his ,1 cap, . gleaming V white
against! the dark-blue silk.
Slade ; caught 'i Beth's i eye sas
he "looked at the sea of
faces, i and she \ felt '. a warm
flush - : scorch her cheeks.
It ' vexed ■■ her. " She 1 did
not care for him; ft
had only been \ banter.
They ;-"w; -"w ere .a 1 )
stringing out ' fa
the start now—
>ight •, of them,
ight of the best ■'
steepl ech as #.-i
horses; in all X 1X 1
India. ; Captain ■-
Frank on the *
big, angular '
Chang looked : '
the ... finished
horseman that M
he %was;; th« r'
easy grace- of ;;.»
hli seat told of ,
book does so from purely disinterested
motives. Many of these old reprobates
have no intention of marrying and
would not marry under any circum
stances and yet they lavish every lux
ury on a woman who attracts their
fancy. A young woman will submit to
these senile demonstrations for the
sake of what it may be worth, when
there is no denying that there is noth
ing bo absolutely revolting as the ex
hibition that a giddy old Lothario
makes of himself.
Very few old men can make love to a
woman in a refreshing sort of way.
When, however, one does possess this
charming gift the woman must needs
be adamant to withstand his graceful
homage. But the old man as a rule, who
wants to make love to every woman
June
and
January
Kate Thyson Marr
he meets, is generally a lascivious
reprobate, who is infinitely more in
trusive and disgustingly persistent
than a young man would ever think of
being. A snub that would crush a man
of 25 will act as r a spur or a stimulant
for 76; in fact, a real salacious old sin
ner is positively and absolutely irre
pressible.
• •
A man is never too old to be foolish
and even a silly woman is like to hate
a foolish "nan. A young fellow who
makes a tool of himself is ridiculous
and either makes you laugh or makes
you too mad to see any fun in It. But
there is something downright sad and
pitiful In the foolishness of an old man
who ought to be making decent prepar
ations for a decent funeral in which he
would be the star attraction. The
scandalous stories that come out at
times anent these foolish, naughty old
—thinking of the dark-brown horse
just in front of him. Diabolo, Goldflnder
held Chang quite safe as far as win
ning went, he knew; his business was
to take care of Diabolo, and mayhap
his rider, for Captain Frank's suspicion
had become a certainty.
A steeplechase of three miles and a
half is not a spring in which the. start
counts for much; so they were soon
away, the silk jackets of the riders
snapping and cracking at the wind like
frost breaking away from the tightened
bark of trees in winter.
Beth said to herself that she
shouldn't care much, shouldn't take
much Interest in the thing; but when
the roar, "They're off!" beat up from
the inclosure below and went echoing
through the stand she felt that she had
three or four hearts in her breast, all
beating and hammering away with a
suffocating quickness. Still she did not
care — it was the excitement.
Over the first three fences they raced
like mad things; not at all like cool
headed riders In a big steeplechase.
"They'll soon crack up at
that pact," racing men said;
"it's too fast."
Jovial's rider was racing
for the lead and Dlabolo.
with blijod-red nostril*
spread wide, his
small. wicked
ears laid back
sinners, with their nauseating details,:
outrage every sense of ordinary de
cency. One can condone such utter |
folly In a young man. but In the old
one we feel nothing but contempt.
The moment an old man wearies of 1
a woman he puts down the brakes on,
his generosity. The woman in the
case may not care a rap for the man, 1
yet he represented a living and ahei
struggles through the filth and mire
of a breach of promise court scene, 1
smirches her womanhood and dis-i
graces herself, If such a woman could
feel disgrace, all for the sake of keep-
Ing a grip on a man who has weariedl
of her. The fervid amatory letters,
that fairly burn the presses must give
a man a few sessions of rather pro- 1
sale shivers when he sees them spread
out In cold print and knows that his.
friends are making them the butt of (
club Jokes and risque stories.
The old man who Vnarrles before 1
the body of his first wife settles downi
comfortably In her grave is open to (
suspicion and the woman in such
cases hag often embittered the clos- (
Ing years of a wile's life. ,
A certain disparity of ages may be
an advantage in matrimony, but 1
strange to say, the majority of the,
wealthiest young men of the day have
married women older by several years
than themselves.
If an old man could but see himself (
as a sensible woman sees him when he
tries to enact the role of adoring'
swain he would want to run away,
from himself. But these is a persis
tency, an intrusiveness, to say nothing 1
of the unwarrantable impertinence <
about old men that Is unbearable.
They will insist upon forcing atten-i
tions on a woman that only her regard (
for his gray hairs keeps her from ac
tually answering with a chair, a lamp'
or a red hot stove, anything that (
would rid her of his presence, and
that quickly. The conceited old fool 1
who thinks that a young woman is in {
love with him has only to put cleats
on his purse strings and he will learn 1
exactly what price he has paid for^
making a fool of himself.
There is a wide margin between be
ing loved and being useful and manyi
an old man conceited enough to think!
himself beloved wakes up to find that
he was only mighty convenient
looked th«
perfect em
bodiment oi
evil as he '
galloped o n
the leader's quar
ter. Maynard was
pulling at his head,
but the very devil was
in the horse.
Musket, Goldflnder and Chang
went In a bunch. Over the "post and
rails" and "drop fence" they still kept
up the terrible pace, Goldflnder making
the heart of Douglas Slade glad as he
skimmed them like a deer. "God and
my girl!" he muttered, quite like a
knight of old, as he felt the great
apringy chestnut rise each jump with
% mighty surge and come down on
the other side like a cat.
Beth, too, was muttering
•oniething as she watched
the dark blue cap rise
in the air, almost dis
appear and then g<>
skimming along on
MaynTrd was
pulling Diabolo
back to the
others. John
son saw that
and pushed
Chang out a
little. "You
Jerked out
Detween his
set teeth,
"I'll give you
what for!".
That was
for Maynard.
At the big mud wall Jo
vial struck his forefeet
and sent a cloud of dust in
the air. As the others
swept by they saw Jovlal's
rider plowing along on his
side, as though he had
been shot out of a cata
pult. But he .was not hurt
and In three seconds had
the horse going again.
Maynard. with a stt-ong
pull at Dlabolo's head.
had got him back until
Chang's nose was on his
flask. On Chang's quarter
no«d Qoldflnder.
' Johnson saw Maynard take a look
i over his shoulder at 81ade's mount.
"He'll try It on the in-an-out or th«
big water Jump," thought Captain
i Frank.
The "in-and-out" was two big mud
walls about twenty feet apart. As they
1 neared it Johnson saw that Maynard
j was up to mischief. "He'll pull dead
across Goldfinder if I don't bring him
1 down," he thought.
i Four strides from the first wall May
nard looked around again. Goldfinder
was thundering along just behind
i Chang, who was still lapped on Dlabo
! lo's quarter.
Captain Frank saw the look, and the
1 short wrap that Maynard took in the
i right rein of Diabolo's bridle.
. "Pull back!" he yelled to Slade. and
drove the spurs into Chang's great
| flanks.
At that instant Maynard pulled Dl
i abolo's head short to the right as they
, lifted at the first wall. With a smash
ing crash Chang was Into him, chest
\ on. As the two went Into the dip, a
i smashed mass, Goldflnder took off at
their very heels, swinging slightly to
1 the left, and landed clear of the wreck.
i The second wall he cleared also, and
he and Musket, a length behind, raced
lon the level. Jovial was lengths be
i hind.
A cry of horror went up from the
' stand as Diabolo and Chang toppled
i over the wall in a broken heap. Beth
closed her eyes and turned white.
When she opened them the blue cap
» was skimming along like a bird. "Who
l fell?" she faintly asked.
"Captain Johnson and Maynard are
1 down," her companions replied. "I'm
. afraid there are backs broken there."
' It seemed wicked to feel glad when
i perhaps some one was lying dead be
tween those barriers, but her heart
certainly gave a throb of job at the
i answer that told her the owner of the
i blue cap was Slade, and still riding.
She was beginning to forget all about
1 the banter.
I Then the race itself began in earn
est Musket and Goldflnder were fight
ing like gladiators for the cup their
masters coveted so much. At the
water Jump, eighteen feet broad, they
came together, together they flew it.
1 A roar of applause went up from the
i straining, eager watchers.
Half a mile from home Musket's
head showed well In front. "Lord .
Dtck'll win," said Beth's companion.
"Musket's an Irish horse, bred to run
all day."
Beth's fingers clutched tightly the
handle of her parasol and she set her'
white lips firm and hard.
And so they came, around the cor
ner, and up the stretch and over
— always the same; the creamy
nose of Lord Dick's. roan always a
trifle in front. As they cleared the
last fence Slade seemed to send a thrill
of the pent-up energy of his frame into
Goldflnder and the big horse made a
last mighty' effort. ' Surely, slowly, Ms
golden nozzle crept up past th» mot
tled head of the roan. Lord Dick's
whip . flashed in - the air and cut Mus
ket's quivering flanks. Slada sat per
fectly still, . crouched S ; low over th»
withers of his horse, for he knew that
Goldflnder knew and was making his
last effort. There was no sound In tha
stand, nothing but th© strained breath
ing of the people who waited.. •
Only . the Judges knew as they
flashed under the wire which had won.
Then the numbers went up and th»
crowd knew. It was Goldflnder's race.
"Sorry for Lord Dtcit," said Beth's
companion, as they, set down; "but the
other chap. Slade. deserves it. Never
saw a gamer race in k my life."
Beth wasn't sorry for anybody. Her
: nerves were Jerking and twitching and
she felt that she never wanted to sea
another race in her life — one Just
like that, anyway.
'Two processions came into the stand
inclosure almost together. Musket
and Goldfinder formed one, while th«»
other -consisted of two stretchers,
carrying Johnson and Maynard.
"A twisted ankle and a cracked rib
is no price to pay for a victory like
that." Captain Frank assured Slade;
"besides, I wiped that Umballa score
out."
Maynard was badly • smashed up. }
too; collar-bone broken, and a badly
wrenched shoulder, but not beyond
the working of more mischief, though.
V After the race Slade met Beth.' face
to face, on -the lawn. She held out
; her hand *In*a pleased^ way. *g£*
* "Are you- glad I w»n?" h» ask«i.
awkwardly. " ' Did ■ you win gloves . or
anything over my mount?"
' "I hardly know yet what I won." '
she -replied enigmatically. "You see
I can't quite remember what my
bets were till people come to pay. up."
"I don't know what I've won,
either." thought Slade. as Beth's com- -.
panion carried her off; "but I'll find
out to-morrow." v
That night Slade was having th«
fruits of victory thrust upon him. $
They were having a little victory din*,
ncr, he and some friends, and in th«
middle of It a servant brought in - a
letter for: him. • . rf. :•'?•■>;
The letter was from Johnson. It.,
•was characteristic and much to the'
point. Somebody had entered a pro--
test against Goldflnder. on the score
that he was not the sola property of
Mr. Slade.
Slade was sure there was no case
against him. but somehow ha felt r: as
though Beth were slipping away.
Next day at the stewards* meeting ha
Indignantly denied that anybody but ■
himself had any interest in Goldondar.
Then he was confronted with some*
thing ha had completely forgottan-— .
his promise to Baldeck.
On* of th« stewards said: "An ob
jection has been lodged on tHe score
that Mr. Baldeck is still Interested in
Goldflnder to the extent that yon prom
ised him the cup, 'or : a duplicate of it
•In the event of his winning. If you as
sure the stewards that this Is not so
ther« Is no evidence other than Mr. Bal
deck's word and wa shall be' forced to
overrule the objection. If you admit It,
It establishes the fact that Mr. Baideck
still has an interest in th* horse, that
you are not the solo owner. In that'
event the cup will "go to Musket, who
finished second." -
It was a bitter pllL losing the prize,
and on a technicality, too; bat Slade
never hesitated for an Instant. His ■
word would be taken against the other
man's but that didn't matter. ■' • y
"I promised , Mr. Baldeck ■; the cup,"
he said gravely. "I didn't know that it
- constituted an ■ interest' in the i horse/;
That afternoon he went to hand Beth
the gage back; not as be thought ha
should have gone, to demand fulfill
ment ~ of - the ■ promise, • given ' In • banter
though It was, but to admit that he had
failed."- r'rJ ■»/•: v . ■
It was rather odd .that Bath . had
heard '* all the facts of .' the- . case before
Slade got there, but she had. " : Whether
Captain Frank was able to get about
in a gharry or not, 'I ' don't know; but
Beth knew. - ." :
"I have brought back your gage."
said Slade, trying to speak in the sam»
bantering tone they had used that
other / time. :"I ■ failed to " get you * the
cup "
Beth smiled - a little as ' she ' reached
out for the 1 creased slip' of paper Doug
las handed her. "She doesn't* care a
rap," he thought; "she is laughing at
me." ■ -- , " ' '-' <" ' -f*
Deliberately Beth . opened : the dust
stained note and read it with provoking
coolness. ■' . ' -> '• "- ■•"*..
"This doesn't say *> word about the
Bally gunge cup." she said, arching. her
eyebrows. \ ' *'•' v
"Doesn't what?" he broke in. per
plexed. *
"It says— I'll ' read .it to you :
'If Douglas Slade wtns the next Saliy
gunge. steeplechase, 'I s . promise ! . to- — ■
Then she broke off, as 'she had in writ
ing* the "• note, and, looking at him In
:quiringly, f asked: , "And you did win
■ the steeplechase, didn't- you— though
you are not to get the cup?"
And ;so it really did not matter very
much about the cup, after all. though
they would have liked it in their draw
ing-room. --■■*•' ■'! .^'••-' '
Seventy ; men had a fishing competi
tion ;at • Dover. England, « recently, un
der the auspices of ' : the Sea Anglers'
Association. They fished rive ■■• hours,
"/and the prize for the heaviest fish was
' taken with a .whiting, turning tha
■ • scale ■ at six ounces. 7

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