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The Sisseton weekly standard. (Sisseton, Roberts County, S.D.) 1892-1929, September 27, 1912, Image 3

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John Harrington, a stockbroker of
regular habits, dies. His widow Hurts
included in her monger heritage il rac
ing stable seerelly operated by her
husband during iife under the name
"John Duffy." "Widow" l'nrringtnu.
after conferring with Mat Donovan,
the trainer, decides to secretly con
tinue ownership of the stable under
the old name and live near the track.
Her sistpr. Myrtle, and her (lance,
Ralph Wood hurst, whose father is op
posed to the race track, are interrupt
ed in their lovemaking by Janet Stir
ling, who annoys Kalph by referring to
him as a model young man. Donovan
arrives in quest of Mrs. Harrington
and Hertie Ainsworth tries unsuccess
fully to humiliate him. Mrs. Harring
ton returns from an auto ride with
Mr. Sanderson. John Garrison, a rich
miner, a friend of two weeks' standing,
proposes to the widow. Wildlife's
chances of winning tile Ocean stakes
on the morrow are being discussed
when Dr. Woodhurst. the race track
reformer, joins them unexpectedly, and
Mrs. Harrington has an uncomfortable
time getting rid of him. Chappy Ras
ter, the egotistic jockey who is to ride
Wildfire, calls on Mrs. Harrington to
see "the owner of the John Duffy sta
ble." John Duffy, a bookmaker, who
is believed by most people to be the
owner of the :-,able. has won the en
mity of Garrison. who threatens to
"break" him. Kalph secretly stakes a
large sum on Wildiire and while at the
track is met by Myrtle. Mrs. Harring
ton puts in an appearance after thev
leave and tells Chappy liaster how to
run a winning race. Tin: jockey then
meets Duffy, whom he thinks is the
real owner of Wildfire, and agrees (o
win only if a handkerchief is waved
from the stable window. Hurt, the sta
ble boy. overhears these instructions
and informs the widow, who decides
to defeat Duffy's object. When the
race starts she manages to keep his at
tention away from it.
The Race.
lT'FFY noticed the move an 1
smiled in self flattery.
"You're right." answered
Duffy, turning his head to
catch a glimpse of tee horses still at
the post. "Come over here, won't
you?" he begged.
"Uh, Mr. Duffy." she fluttered.
"Just to oblige me. 1 got a splendid
reason," he urged, with a smile.
"Oh, very well," she acquiesced,
moving to his side. "And now what?"
she begged, leaning toward him.
Looking into her eyes anil in a voice
laden with the deepest meaning, he
answered her, "Anything you like."
"Then tell me who is going to win
this race?" she asked, anxiety almost
betraying her.
The query was not whal Duffy hart
expected, but lie felt thai lie would
have to humor her. Shu had under
stood what he intended to convey and
was only playing with him.
"There's nothii to it but Jackdaw."
he told her.
"I thought Wildiire was the favor
"She is. but Jackdaw will win just
the same."
This was the last blow to shatter her
holies. What Hud had told her was all
true. The favorite was to be beaten,
not because she was not the best entry,
but in the interests of blacklegging
bookmakers. And John (Iarrison was
one of them. ]t could not be true. He.
of all men, to associate with such a
degrading crew as. she thought, were
leagued against her.
"Is Mr. (Iarrison as sure as you
are?" she almost whispered.
Duffy was standing with his back to
the window with his arms out
stretched, his palms resting on the sill.
He appeared to be biding the racers
from her. At her question she realized
that he could implicate her friend in
the deal and pay off the score of the
last encounter. He felt that she would
never speak to Harrison again after
hearing of his crookedness. Had she
glanced into his faoe or caught sight
of him biting his lips to keep himself
from betrayal, she would have realized
that he was lying.
Elated at his success, he answered.
"I should say he is Why. he's got it
nil framed up. That's the reason lie
bought Jackdaw this morning. He
can't lose. I tell you."
Mrs. Harrington grew faint when she
heard of the treachery of Garrison as
narrated by Duffy. Again she heard
the cry, "They're off A muiiied roar
swept over the tieid from the grand
stand. Steadily it grew into cheers as
Jackdaw swept to the front.
"They're off this time for fair cried
Duffy. "In less than a couple of min
utes it will be all over." lie watched
the horses for a moment keenly. His
plans wer? worked out to perfection.
Chappy was riding according to the or
ders be had received.
Copyright by George H. Broadhurst.
All over," Mrs. Harrington sighed
under her breath. Hut to Duffy she
said. "So Jackdaw can't lose?"
".Not unless he breaks a leg." assert
ed the bookmaker in his enthusiasm.
"I ve ir the swellest bet on him 1 ever
had. And I'll tell you what I'll do."
Me leaned over her and with leering
eyes and shortened breath continued:
"Ten thousand of it is yours, and you
don't have to pay if he loses. What do
you think of that?"
Mrs. Harrington tried to peer over his
shoulder to catch a glimpse of the
horses who were nearing the stretch.
"It's very kind of you. indeed," she
answered hi:n absentmindedly.
"Thai's nothing to what I'd do if we
were real friends," lie insinuated.
The beat of the hoofs drew his atten
tion for an instant.
"Hello They are coming into the
stretch. Think we will be'.'" he panted.
"Why not V" she cried, pressing closer
to him to see Wildiire running easily at
Jackdaw's Hank.
"Say. you're all right. I'll make that
ton thousand, win'or lose, (live me a
kiss -give me a kiss to seal the bar
gain." lie drew her into his arm.-.
She offered 1,0 resistance. She was
too heartsick to realize tin offense. All
of her hopes and happiness were cen
tered in the little mare lighting gamely
lo win for her.
Duffy, witli his arm about her waist,
was clrawing her closer to his bosom.
She caught a glimpse of his handker
chief sticking from his coat pocket.
Over his shoulder she caught sight of
Chappy looking for the signal. In a
Waved It Wildly Over the Bockio's
Hash it came to her how. she might
save the race. Deftly, almost blindly,
she snatched the handkerchief from
his po.-ket and waved it wildly over
the bookie's shoulder, who. with low
ered face and eyes, was searching t'ot
her iips.
A roar from the crowd told her that
(.'happy had seen the signal and was
urging Wildlife to win. l-'or the brief
est space she remained quietly iu the
arms of the deluded book.maker.
With sudden strength born of anger
and insulted womanhood she fought
herself free from his loathsome em
brace and with a!! her might si ruck
him full in the face with oliivhed list.
"You beast Yen brute she shrieked.
The force of the blow had staggered
Duffy. Hreathless with fear and anger
lie cried. "What: do you mean'.'"
In wildest exultation slip faced him
and in a voice pitched high with emo
tion she cried: "Wildiire wins That's
what I mean. And you didn't kiss me
—yon didn't, you didn't"—
Then the strain snapped and she
sank Into the chair by the desk and
laying her lead 011 her arms, cried as
only a happy woman can cry for joy.
Unify sneaked out of the stable with
er' looking back.
The winning of the Ocean stakes by
Wildl'.re was one of the most popular
victories of the season. Chappy was.
highly elated over his success. Dressed
in apparel which for gorgeatisness ri
vaieii the sunflower, he made his pa
rarte of the hotels near the track Ac
cording to instructions he had bet -So
en Iris mount to win for Ilortense.
With her winnings lie sent ln=r a note
transmitting the startling information
that Mrs Harrington owned Wildiire.
Hud had met Chappy after the race
to tell him what he thought of him for
being a party to the plot. They coin
pared notes and began an investigation
ou their owa account. It was uot long 1
before they heard the story which
Duffy was spreading industriously that
Mrs. Harrington owned the Duffy
Duffy, foiled and beaten, had Ipft the
stable vowing vengeanc? upon ihe
widow for the loss of his small for
tune and the blow which she had
given him. He realized that if Dr.
Woodhurst ever knew that Mrs. Har
rington was interested in a racing sta
ble he would break the match at once.
Duffy tried to reach the doctor at his
home by telephone, but received no
reply to a constant, ringing of the boll.
At the dinner table to his companions
he related the story of (iarrison being
in love with her and buying a horse
to beat the favorite, which she owned.
Hy hints and innuendoes he started
the news, but did not tell why ("iarri
son had bought the horse and that ho
had schemed to have the race thrown.
Mrs. Harrington appeared at the din
ner table that evening as serene and
beautiful as ever. She had hurried
home immediately after the episode in
the trainer's quarters and locked her
self in her room for an hour. When
she rejoined her friends she was in
full command of herself, as she
thought, for any emergency. However,
many incidents were to happen in the
few short hours before the lights of
her home would be turned out.
After .linner Hud brought Mrs. Har
rington a note from Donovan.
Seating herself at her desk, Mrs. Har
rington read:
"llau* a swell offer for Wildfire, but
must see you before closing sale. That
race today has sent our prices up to
the rafters. Will be over lo see you
as soon as possible. Duffy has found
on' that you own the stable. 1 tried
(o give him the wrong steer, but he
wouldn't stand for it. 1,00k out for
him—lie means trouble."
A Queer Elopement.
A\( I.I.\'( his monocle from
the cord liert Ainsworth said
as he strolled into the room:
"1 have been thinking it
o.e.. Airs. Harrington —now, if my
brother at home gets angry because I
didn't succeed iu buying Wildlife I
want you to"—
Thi' ringing of the telephone bell in
terrupted 11 iin. "Uli. shall 1 answer
il he questioned.
"it's soaie person named Duffy 011
the phone," he reported.
"Oh. DuiTy. siie lahered. Tense,
alert, she stood listening to Herties
reply, endeavoring lo grasp the lull
purport ol the cunei'sation.
Rertic. with many stops and ejacu
lations. resumed his ou\ersaiion with
Duif.v. All tiie widow could hoar was:
os- a you there'.' (Slight pause.i
What's thai'.' Mow i.ouhl you answer
if you weren't there.' You couii'.n't.
That's I 111.' reason 1 asked if you were
there islight pausei. Do 1 still want to
buy imiire? Oi course I do (slight
pausei. You'll tell tne the name of the
owner'.' Thanks, awfully
"lle'S going to tell him," gasped the
widow in the lull of Bertie's tall-:,
while Duffy told him the name of the
"Who?" asked Hertie. He repeated
the query. "Who?"
The information Hertie received did
not affect him seriously. He turned
toward the widow, who was burning
with ioipaticnce, and laughed drolly.
However, he made no comment, but.
resuming his talk with Duffy, said:
"(f course 1 don't beiie\e it, and if
there wasn't a lady lien? I'd jolly well
give you a piece of my mind islight
pausei yes. a lady. A message for the
doctor." was his next remark. "I
can't say whether I'll deliver it or not.
Oh, tommyrot:" he replied in disgust.
"No. I do not want to kiss yon goodby
and 1 won't deliver your message
either." Hertie hung up the receiver
v. i:11 a bang, crying:
"The impertinence of the man The
impertinence of the man 1 beg .\oiir
par.loll, but he made me very angry
very I" he finished, recalling the pres
ence of Mrs. Harrington.
"Just a moment. .Mr. Ainsworth,''
begged the widow, concealing her anx
iety with a smiling face.
Hertie stopped.
"Dirt he say who owns the horse?"
she asked, all innocence.
*^es. but it's- oil. it's preposterous
chuckled Hertie. "He said you owned
"The message Mr. Duffy had for the
lady is it worth repeating?"
"Well, this Duffy person said that he
was just about to telephone to Dr.
Woodhurst for the purpose of inform
ing the doctor that you own a racing
st aide."
"Oh Mr. Duffy is going tc telephone
Dr. Woodhurst that 1 own a racing
stable." replied tile thoroughly startled
"Yes, yes. Duffy also said that you
would lie able to appreciate the infor
mation at its full value."
Mrs. Harrington, to hide her nervous
ness, snapped her lingers. "So far as
1 am concerned it has 110 value what
ever." she answered lightly. "But I
hope that you won't think it worth
while to relate the incident to Myrtle
ami Kalph."
"Cersainly not if you wish it." ac
quiesced Hertie.
"1 want to tell them about (he joke
myself," she explained.
"Wait till I see Duffy. I'll show
him he can't kiss me goodby was
Rertie's belligerent speech as he left
the room.
Mrs. Harrington, alone for a moment,
planned her campaign quickly. Myr
tle and Kalph must get married at
once. After ceremony it would be
easier to treat with the doctor. Ills
opposition, if he learned that she own
ed a racing stable, might, prevent their
marriage. At least it would create a
lot of gossip among the neighbors, a
situation she wished to avoid. Once
lier mind made up s'-.e acted quickly.
First she borrowed the use of Sander
son's automobile, saying she wished to
send Hud on an errand that required
speed. Calling Kalph and Myrtle into
the room, she said to the young man:
"You love Myrtle?"
"Certainly," Kalph replied, with as
The same question was put to Myr
tle. "You love Kalph?"
"Why, of course I do!" was her en
thusiastic reply, taking Ralph's hand
in hers.
"Then listen to me. Yon must be mar
ried—immediately," announced Mrs.
"WliaC" they both cried, starting
back in surprise.
"Yes, right now!" wns her emphatic
"Rut Henrietta interposed Kalph.
"1 don't understand"— began Myrtle.
Mrs. Harrington nervously attempted
an explanation. "Now, don't get ex
cited. You see I'm not—I'm just as
cool and calm as I possibly can be Be
sides, you were to lie married yester
day—today—I mean tomorrow—any
way, weren't you?" she said.
"Yes. Hut"— Myrtle wanted to
know the reason for all this haste.
She felt that as the bride she ought
to be consulted.
"Get your things." commanded Mrs.
Harrington. "And you have a license?"
she asked Kalph.
"Got it this afternoon," Ralph an
While she helped Myrtle put on her
hat and adjust her veil, Mrs. Barring
ton gave the young couple their instruc
"Then don't ask any questions, be
cause I can't answer them just now,"
she said. "The situation is simply this:
If you don't get married right away
I'm afraid you won't get married at
all. Now you get iu Mr. Sanderson's
automobile and have the chauffeur
take yott direct to tlie Itev. Mr. Lind
sa.v's—you know, down the Shell road
—and ask him to marry you at once."
"What in tile world Is the matter?"
demanded Kalph.
"1 exported to wear my wedding
dress"—there were tears of disappoint
ment in Myrtle's voice.
"You're losing time, children," warn
ed Mrs. Harrington. "Kalph, ring the
bell for Hortense. I tell you I can't
explain anything. Hortense, send Bud
in here at once." she said to the girl
when she appeared in the doorway.
"Hut. see here," expostulated Kalph.
She held up her hand for silence.
Willi a look of deepest affection at the
young couple, she said. "You know I
hue yon both, don't you?"
"Yes." they answered in all sin
"Then you must trust nie and do
what 1 ask. for ui.v sake." she hugged.
"I'd do anything for your sake." re
plied Myrtle warmly.
"So would I." chimed in Ralph.
"I shall be on pins and needles until
I know you are safely married,'' she
told them.
"You want me. lady?" yelled Hud a
he ran into the room.
"Yes, Rial. I want you to do some
thing very important for me. These
young people are going to be married
at oii'e and you are to go with them
to the minister's. After the ceremony
they will take the train for New York."
Of Kalph she asked. "You have mon
'Tlenty." he answered.
Mrs. Harrington continued her in
structions to Hi Hi- "As soon as the
wedding is over you will gel into the
automobile with the chauffeur, come
back here as fast as gasoline will let
you and tell me nil about it."
"I'm 011. lady. I'm on," he assured her.
"Then go. all of you, quickly. Please,
please!" she begged.
Kalph put his arm about Myrtle's
waist and cried. "Come along, dear
Myrtle paused to kiss her sister.
"Goodby. sister she cried. "I'm not
a bit nervous." was her spoken boast.
"Neither am 1." laughed Kalph
"You're a dear, good girl." warmly
replied Mrs. Harrington as she kissed
her again.
"Leave everything to me. Goodby,
sister cried Hud, with great self as
"If they don't meet the doctor every
thing will lie all right." she continued
as the young people rushed from the
From the chug of the automobile she
knew that they were on the way to
the rectory. She had foiled Duffy, and
the out-look for her plans was rosy.
She need only await Hud's return with
the happy news.
Sanderson's entrance to the room and
his greeting. "I'm back.'" startled her.
"Oh Mrs. Harrington cried in alarm.
I Seeing Sanderson, sue said. "I'm glad
you are."
"Yott promised me an answer."
I "Not now, please. This has been a
strenuous day for me. Mr. Sander
son." Mrs. Barrington pleaded, rais
ing her bauds in protest.
"But you promised me an nnswer to
night." he insisted. And Mr. Sander
son was 11 very insistent person.
"I know I did. but I"— Mrs. Harring
ton sought in vain for an excuse.
"Please don't put me off any longer.
Say 'Yes,' and let me drive, and
I'll'guarantee we'll reach our destina
tion without an accident," was the
plea of her impetuous wooer.
Mrs. Harrington laughingly retorted:
"So you want to drive the car of mat
rimony, do yott? Suppose I wish to
handle the steering wheel once in
awhile. I'd be able to. you know."
"Whenever you wish I'll resign in
your favor, and if anything goes wrong
it'll be you for the comfortable seat by
the roadside and me for the hammer
and the tools, and the 'recumbent posi
tion underneath the car,' he finished
with an imitation of Dr. Woodhurst.
"Don't be rash." warned Mrs. Bar
rington. "When I get started and my
blood is fairly up am liable to set a
pace that will fracture all speed limits
and will surely land us before a stern
justice of the peace. 'M-m-m-m—ten
dollars and costs'—you know what. I
mean," she said, mimicking a justice
of the peace,
"Indeed I do, and so long ns I am
with you will pay the fine willingly,"
laughed Sanderson.
Hortense interrupted the wooing by
entering the room with a note.
"A note for you, ma'am," she said,
handing it to her.
"Excuse me," she begged Sanderson.
"I think it's from Mr. Garrison,
ma'am. His servant am waitin' for an
answer," suggested Hortense.
Mrs. Barrington made no attempt to
conceal her annoyance.
"There is no answer," she said
Sanderson relieved the strain by pre
tending not to have observed her little
flight of temper.
"Well, what's the decision? I don't
have to tell you what this means to
me—you know that it means every
thing." He spoke very sincerely.
"Does it?" she asked as she crushed
the note In her hand.
Yes," he replied, continuing in a
lighter vein. "What a wedding trip
we'd have, a new roadster model,
through shady lanes with a chauffeur
who is deaf and dumb and strapped to
the seat so he couldn't turn around.
Doesn't that tempt you?" In a more
serious mood he finished: "There is
nothing that I would not do to win you
—fairly. And if I should win you
there is nothing I wouldn't do to keep
all care and sorrow from you. Say
'Yes!' Perhaps you don't love me yet,
but if you love no other man"—
Mrs. Barrington glanced at Garri
son's writing as Sanderson was pro
posing her mind was already made
up, but she needed just this one inci
dent to bring it home fully to herself.
"1 don't," she assured Sanderson.
"Then marry me and I'll chance the
rest because I know I'll make J'ou love
me. Say 'Yes.' he begged.
Mrs. Harrington looked long and
earnestly at Garrison's letter. Then
she slowly and deliberately tore it up
and threw the scraps Into the waste
paper basket.
Sanderson watched her closely.
When she looked up at him lie cried
"Then it's-'Yes?'
"It's"— she began, but never finish
ed, for Hortense announced Dr. Wood
"He knows already!" she cried In
alii rm.
"How could he? It's only just hap
pened," said the bewildered Sanderson.
Mrs. Harrington had to laugh. "Oh,
it's nothing! Well, Dr. Woodhurst and
I have a very serious matter to dis
cuss." she apologized.
"I must tell the others he shouted
in his happiness.
"Not yet." she begged.
"I must tell some one," Sanderson
"Not yet."
"I'll write home." This came to him
as a happy thought.
"Not yet," was her answer.
"They won't get it for three days."
lie explained as lie left her to face Dr.
Wood hurst.
Dr. Woodhurst whirled into the room.
Never in his life before had this regu
lator of other men's lives been so thor
oughly excited. His brain spun iilce
the blades of an electric fan. and his
body tried to follow the same gyra
tions. So great was the news he wish
ed to transmit to Mrs. Harrington lie
could not speak distinctly.
Mrs. Rarringtou's heart sank.
"Good evening: good evening!" he
spluttered. "Pardon me. I am quite
out of breath. 1 came right to you as
soon as I heard the news."
"It's all over." she said aside, await
ing the explosion.
"Never before in the whole course of
my life did the telephone bring me
such a shock.'" he announced as he
aimlessly sorted the bundle of letters
and telegrams he carried In his hands.
Mrs. Barrington laughed just a little
hysterically and replied: "Yes, that's
the trouble with .the telephone—it's al
ways saying something it shouldn't
say. I'm going to have our telephone
taken out entirely."
"I feel as though I wanted lo get ou
a hilltop somewhere and scream
scream." The doctor's voice broke in
a squeak rather than a lusty yell he
desired so ardently to emit.
"Yes. I could do a little screaming,
too.'' said Mrs. Harrington, sotto voce.
"I can scarcely realize the signifi
cance of the news!" cried the exuber
ant doctor.
"No. of course not. It's so difficult
to be significant when you realize— I
mean—to realize"— The widow was
too nervous to think. The complica
tions were upsetting her.
"It has absolutely made a different
man of me." he shouted.
•Hl hope so—I mean, that's good.
that's good: but. of course, doctor, it
wasn't altogether my fault."
"No. not altogether your fault. Mrs.
Harrington, but you helped." gallautly
remarked the doctor.
"Yes—of course—1 helped—and I am
deeply sorr.v because"— She began a
plea for forgiveness.
The doctor interrupted her. He cried:
"Sorry! Sorry! Why should you be
sorry, Mrs. Harrington? You have
helped a great and glorious cause.
Don't you know what has happened?
Don't you understand? My anti-bet
ting bill has passed the legislature."
"Your anti— Is that what you learn
ed?" she faintly gasped, sinking into a
chair. Hurriedly she added:
"Was that the only message that
came over your telephone, doctor?"
"The only message! Isn't that
enough?" lie almost wailed. "Do you
understand what It means to me? The
anti-betting bill has now become a law.
Think of it! The dream of my life!
Not another dollar can ever be bet on
race track in New York."
"I am glad I got mine today," chuc
kled the widow.
"1 beg your pardon!" The doctor had
not beard her aright.
Mrs. Harrington twisted her remark
into, "1 say, I'm glad It's been such a.
fine day."
"1 was away from home all the aft
ernoon. I went to the station to se*
my friend off—the Rev. Dr. Lindsay."
"What?" was her startled question.
"Yes, Dr. Lindsay ha# gone on a aum
mer vacation," blandly explained Dr.
"And is there nobody at the rectory T*
she asked faintly.
"Oh, yes, yes, a very fine man! Th«
Rev. I)r. Rabbit from Now Haven. He
will have charge until Dr. Lindsay
gets back. And do you know, Mrs.
Barrington, by a strange coincidence
the moment I entered the house the
telephone rang--it was the long dis
tance from Albany giving me the joy
ful news. 'Then the telegrams began
to arrive, and I felt that the first one
to share my happiness must be you,
Mrs. Harrington."
"Oh, doctor, you are kindness itself,"
she sweetly murmured.
As she spoke she heard the faint
honk honk of an automobile. Mrs.
Barrington breathed more freely. Bud
had performed his mission and the
young folk, she presumed, were now
safely 011 their way to New York as
Mr. and Mrs. Woodhurst.
The venerable reformer pursued his
ponderous explanations.
"So I picked up my telegrams and
rushed over to tell you all about it, 1h
cause I know how deeply you are in
terested. Do you mind if I open some
of these and read them?" he begged.
"Of course not. I wouldn't for
worlds do anything to mar your per
fect happiness," was her reply as she
went, to the window to catch sight of
the lights of the auto.
"'Dr. Woodhurst, Hempstead,' he
read. 'It, was a glorious victory.
Never again will the grand stand re
sound with the shrill cry of the book
"The gentleman probably means
bookmaker," she laughed.
"I see. And do tbe.v cry?" he asked,
glancing at her over his glasses.
"They do cry occasionally."
He continued reading his messages:
"'I congratulate your warmly,' signed
Senator Bltsenhauser. From nfcegliis'
Cross Roads, Schoharie county, N. Y.
One of my most ardent supporters.
He knows all about tile evil of horse
racing," was his explanatory adden
"Learned It at the county fair. I sup
pose." sarcastically observed Mrs. Har
Sanderson's automobile swept up tie
fore the house. Hurt did not wait un
til it came to a full stop. but. throw
ing open the door, he jumped out. risk
ing Ills neck, and ran Into the room.
"Oh. ladv. lad.v! It's a muddy track,
and our entry Is scratched!" lie panted,'
paying 110 attention lo the doctor.
"Goodness gracious What Is the
meaning of this?" gasped that worthy,
who reset his glasses 011 Ills nose to
get a better view of the wildly excited
stable boy.
.Mrs. Harrington was frightened by
Hnd's remark, but she realized that
she must handle the situation delicate
ly to learn the facts from Hud and yet
keep the doctor In the dark.
"Oh. please don't mind him. -doctor.
It's our little errand boy. and he has a
most excitable nature. I sent him 011
an errand, and lie has jnst. come back
to report. Please go 011 reading your
The widow permitted her most
charming smile to dazzle tin? doctor,
who stepped aside, saying:
"Oh. of course, of course."
"Now. Hud. be careful. Is every
thing all right?" asked Mrs. Harring
"Nothin" is all right." Bud was very
much disgusted at the turn of affairs,
and so expressed himself.
Mrs. Harrington glanced nervously at
the doctor. Luckily he was Immersed
in his perusal of congratulatory tele
g.-ams and paid no attention to her or
Hud. \vho was twisting his cap and his
feet in his helplessness.
"Aren't thev married?" she asked."
Tears of disappointment came into her
"NIIW der regular handlcapper Ins
gone to give himself a boil at Hoc
Springs, and his substitute is a fluff.
Our entry is still at the barrier, ami"
the flag ain't dropped yet I" cried Hud
"Well, what has happened. Hud?
What ha. happened?" was her anxious
"De substitute says he has got to be
insured that, thi: ain't an e'opement
and lie says if you will call hint up 011
the telephone and tell him it's all right!,
he'll drop de Hag and de.v'II be off iu 11"
bunch." explained Hud. pointing to thf
telephone on her writing desk.
fTo b* continued.]

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