Might and Main Library. Number 56, 1907-03-16 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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te dante fed cas he apiece ‘and even Janson armed when he first | saw him. © 7 Vhat is it? _What are you doing here asked Janson far aiens ead |? sea” Chole, and. instantly _ came to. the: conclusion Sige he must have thee! no killed him?” | | imself. “Here, take this knife, and a will ere gerous-looking knife. ¢ - . wad hoped he might. coach the gate and eotae his way while all the excitement was at its height, but, ae sat down on ute: stones tie lala over his sed fate. " METAPHOR’ s TRIUMPH. ee olas as “Old Weeper,” was in dire distress. everything seemed, to have pone by, Ae rule of contra- 7. “Tf he guarded Set pnetimonia ever 0 ued, ike was Sure to get a severe and threatening cold, and the same r seemed to apply to everything, — | he snow had fallen heavily for two days, and was just jot, sleighing, a sport of which he’ was exceedingly fond. He invited ‘some friends to join him in a sleighing- and whe n the time arrived the weather suddenly — . iged, and a warm ‘Tain destroyed all cRaneds: of an , eM, oyable Whee eS : v had found a Boy sedhod and placed it over his” door, 1 stead of good, it seemed to bring him bad luck. oa lees s ie would have. no room “numbered with those ominous s, and the dormitory next to twelve was. fourteen. — ae Cae reat ek inal had: isnt on ie ‘thieteantli of December, at the thirteenth hour of the day—for his clocks. it was just as the clocks. were “striking one, sia inside tteen, that his groom entered the library and told the or “that Metaphor was missing. ~ \ letaphor was the doctor’s favorite horse. It was noted "was seat fond ‘ef him. to each other about it, and some spoke out loudly, and de- clared the doctor could not expect anything different. ‘Hasn’t he hung his pores WEOnE: side up?” asked Weatherstraw. _ ‘And didn’t he refuse. Ws a. holiday to-day, though we 1 wanted one?” asked Rollins. ‘And we wanted to see the ‘trotting-matches sO. badly.” o did Old Weeper.”’. | “Then why didn’t he go?” ne Dan Lilton. “The peta. was here a few devs naire T the gate was fastened, and his strength was futile, } Si a a Tad . S , 4 ih. f i . Pe ie oe CHAPTER Poe ae tps vlbond Thomas Van Green, D. fey th iB ae M.” , known in the solitudes of the dormitories: of ase - But just before the bell rang ‘lor the three-nile hurdle _Tace, the sixth horse appeared on ‘the. track. - “iia thirteenth of Ae month he was altar, ‘to stir, but “Van Green had uit ths ane hour dial — thr ugh all the country around, and many believed that it | Saat ‘break the cana of Maud ne a Vatet it got peey ‘ a the horse could not be found. The a whispered | le Riou proprietor was ‘not ‘sorry to secure ‘the dan 3 by the jockey, black and yellow, were those of Piet vdistict. was — ite ee and especially: so of. the number ae mele from the race, and the crowd was p shosting more voctfer- ne a trotter.” | their laurels. which all felt a deep and. earnest interest. Leg track was a very decided sorrel. ae es “Wonder if. ‘the: Noa 4 ‘didn't sneak - Metaphor Suggested Weatherstraw. sss ee ee “Chaps, where’s Edwards?” coe ee Ste “Gone to the races.” ise piss ese ce — “But———” the rs “Old Weeper Pike ‘none were to 20, ia iwnes gone, and if I lived at home I would have. gone, as Vv said Lilton. | ne cir was made, ‘everywhere for Metaphor, but A avai | oe About three miles from St.. Nicholas was a race-co1 1 ‘on which the trotters were to. show their apeed and A pretty good seo had ranthpreds ‘ond quite a n ambe of sports from all the atiaen ona ye mongled with t peor le of the district, - The bell rang for the first race, and but little interes manifested, for the entries were unimportant. er But when the judge had given his’ decision, the. ‘peor Of pressed nearer the course, for the next race dikes Ol There were six horses entered, and when only : peared on fhe. course thers he considerable _ disappoint ment. - Several exclaimed excitedly : re, (ea ee “’Tis Metaphor, the parson’s hore Pe ye Ae But on the card was no such entry, and the colors eee Jacquard, the French ot dakeg who had recently come. to ‘the His horse was known to be a bay, while the one on ee : The bell rang, and away “went the six horses. What excitement ! wae ie Ae Te “No, no, red leads! RS Ree a Poke Bee back pare, against the field ! pe i tae - “Green is down!” Ce VE Ee eae For a moment there was ‘confusion, for he chestests ridden by the jockey in green, had miscalculated the hei of the hurdle and had Se throwing its rider far eke) ay ¥ of The horse was” led ‘from the: track—the rider carr ried OT hat was not. ee to turn the people’ S attention away ously: than ever. * oS 4 “Yellow and black has ity” ona 8 ia “Who is he?” ; By oe fs “Bravo! he leads by a heel rs aay: “No, only a head.” EO CN “Now they are neck and neck |? “Purple has it!” “Yellow and black!” La ee And in the babel of noise the bell rang and the fag fe Yellow and black had won by a head. = \ a But what was all the excitement about? - | Why were turfmen gathering around the SAREE stand and vociferating so violently? A few minutes and the news spread that the winner was barred, for a horse had been substituted, and the prize 3 was awarded to the second horse. The excitement became greater when it was. known eka Pierre Jacquard’s horse had broken down early in the morning, and that Doctor Van Green’s horse » Metaphor had not only taken its place, but ariuelly won ane race. But how came it theres