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About The Evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 16, 1938)
AGE EIGHT THE NEWS AND THE HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS, OREGON SERIAL STORY PHOTO FINISH PY CHARLES B.PARMER Y(rHlar I.lBdn HUT" fall Utrut tu lit romper colt tk " lo lorn lo krr rniolo put tk hor.o llin. lM . U IW flint lo ico Tom Crllrrlhtt CHAPTER XIV A TUBBY little fellow ot mid dling years came around the corner. Smiling Tom Cnrtwrlght A good Jockey In youth, ho was now one ot America's shrewd trainers; campaigning a stable for a millionaire who insisted on hav ing stake winners in his barn. He had won two Derbies for his owner; now he was planning, half a year ahead, to win a third. "Evening, folks," he said, stop ping at the tack room door. "This the young owner?" He touched a broad-brimmed hat "Glad to know you, Miss. I've got news. Talkln' cash tonight" "What's this?" Linda looked from Smiling Tom to Uncle Sandy. "Tom, here, Is tryin' to take a option on Golden Toy," Sandy Gordon explained. "He knows a colt that wins the Jockey Club Stakes in the fall Is a sure Derby winner next spring" "So do others." Linda was all business. "Uncle doesn't know it I just got here a moment ago but I have a flat offer of sixteen thousand, and a filly thrown in tc boot, for Golden Toy. If he wins. Can you top that? If not, no use talking." It was a lie, a monstrous lie No, Linda told herself, it was just horse-trading. Greek meetini Greek. Smiling Tom lifted his hat rubbed his bald pate, looked at Sandy Gordon. "And I thought 1 was a horse-trader, Sandy." He shook his head, but still smiled. "Mr. Cartwright doesn't want tc trade; I'll drive Into town, give an option. Uncle " With swift steps she reached her car. Jumped in. "See you tonight, Uncle San dy." She threw on the self starter, stepped on the gas, started off. "Heh!" Smiling Tom ran after her. She stopped. "Yes?" "Wait a minute, Miss." Cart wright put a foot on the running board. "Now, if youll listen to reason: " nnEN minutes later Smiling Tom waddled off, an option in his pocket, calling for the purchase ot the colt for $17,500 if he won the Jockey Club Stakes. No purchase if he was beaten a whisker, even Linda had not two, but five hun "dred dollars option money. By 8 o'clock Callie had a fur nished cottage in order; Linda's typewriter keys were clacking when someone knocked on the door. Who was that? If it was a garrulous neighbor "Bruce!" she exclaimed, as she threw the door back. "How'd you find me?" "I see Mr. Sandy every day or to. Here take a look." He gave her a manila envelope. "Open' read." She glanced from the en velope to Bruce. This was a dif ferent Bruce, a more determined Bruce than she had ever known. "All right sit down." She opened the envelope. Drew out galley-proofs of a short story. Bruce said: "Sold that last month wanted to surprise you, so didn't mention it." Linda's eyes swept through the lines. She looked up. "You ras cal! You've put Uncle Sandy in this; he's the whole show!" Bruce ' grinned. "No, Just a composite of the Uncle Sandys in the Blue Grass. About time for a new character in light fiction: like Ephraim Tutt, or Tugboat Annie, or old Judge Priest only different." He sobered. "They want more." He got up, took the proofs from her. "Got to go correct these tonight. Map out another one. Be seeing you." He smiled and was out the door without another word. Linda stood still a moment. Heard his footsteps die out. A catch came in her throat She shook her head. "None o' FLAPPER FANNY -COfft IMS BY NEA SERVICE, "Well, if that's the way you "Oh, I couldn't tell him 'No' COPYRIGHT. 13 NBA SERVICE INC that, m'glrl," she told herself grimly; sat down at the typewriter again, began pounding the keys. "POUR days later Uncle Sandy asked, "Read the entries this morning?" No, she hadn't She, too, was busy writing. The old horseman sniffed. "And you the owner! Golden Toy I dropped him into a condition race this afternoon Six furlongs." Why why didn't you tell me you were going to? I thought you had decided to hold him back for the Stakes?" "He needs educatln'; you be In the paddock at 4 o'clock." And at 4 o'clock Norman led the blanketed colt into the en closure. The saddle bell rang; val ets trooped in with their jockeys' tack. Norman brought the coll up; Uncle Sandy skillfully saddled him. Then jockeys the sun flash ing on their silks came down the tanbark path. Said the trainer: "I got Marder ridin' best boy there be for handlin' a green J-year-old." Marder, who had ridden a thou sand horses to victory, nodded: said nothing. Chewed gum as U unconcerned. The bugle sounded the call to the post The Jockey grasped the reins with one hand, his saddle with the other. "Up you go!" Uncle Sandy threw him up. The horses paraded out Linda, her nerves a-jangle, went with Uncle Sandy into the infield, to watch the race closely. "If there aint no post delay " the trainer muttered. Then "They're off!" rpHE shout went up from the stands as the field shot out from the starting-gate. "Dura if he didn't get out in front," Uncle Sandy said, as a great golden ani mal, ridden by a jockey in scarlet and purple, streaked ahead of the pack. "He's opened daylight yes, sir, we got a right good colt," Uncle Sandy spoke judicially. "Now they comin' to the turn he's opening up more daylight "Whoa, there!" the trainer shouted excitedly. His trained eyes saw it first Now Linda saw and her heart seemed to stop. Golden Toy was running wide loming into the stretch running to the outside fence Marder was fighting him "Oh, shucks!" Uncle Sandy ex claimed. "Come on race is over tor us." But it wasn't quite. The colt lost a half dozen lengths on the run-out; but Marder, speeding him along the tow-path by the outer rail, managed to finish third. The disappointed crowd Gold en Toy had been heavily played hissed and booed as Marder rode back to weigh out Uncle Sandy took Linda's arm. "Don't worry, honey the crowd's always a fool," he said. Marder slid from the colt jerked the saddle off, weighed out then came to Uncle Sandy as a disgruntled Norman blanketed the colt and led him away. "What happened, son?" Uncle Sandy asked. Marder took a deep breath. Said: "Awful sorry, boss but I couldn't help it We was three quarters around the turn I was holding him steady, then, like a flash o' lightnin,' he shot to the rail." Uncle Sandy nodded. Repeated the track's oldest phrase, "Better luck next time." Then, "1 want you for the Stakes, son. We'll break him of that" The trainer started back' to the stable, to cool out the colt Linda went through the gate onto the clubhouse lawn. And almost ran into Monte Hill's arms. "Linda! I just shipped in from New York! Been looking for you; then I saw the Toy entered. 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