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Topping the rail in the distance, just where the course kinked a little to the left, Allis could see the blur of many colored silks in the sunlight. Then it seemed to flatten down almost level with the rail, as the horses broadened out to the earth in racing spread and the riders clung low to the galloping colts, for they had started. "There they come," said Crane. "What's in the lead, Porter?"
The pride had come up out of old Kentucky with all the other useless things the horse-racing, and the inability to make money, and the fancy for keeping a promise. Something whispered to Crane that Allis would never come to him simply out of love; it might be regard, esteem, a desire to please her parents, a bowing to the evident decree of fate.
I thought perhaps you might want to hedge a bit on Porter's mare." "I don't think it. I'll stand The Dutchman; there are too many in to start backing them all. Let me know if the Black gives you any encouragement, and I'll see about placing him." After Langdon had gone Crane lighted a fresh cigar and let his thoughts circle about Allis and Diablo.
If for no other reason than the great success he had made in the Brooklyn Handicap with Diablo, his spirits were that evening impossible of the reception of even a foreshadowing of failure. A suppressed exhilaration rose-tinted every projected scheme. He would win Allis, and he would win the Brooklyn Derby with his good colt, The Dutchman.
To the young, buoyed up by confidence in the rosy future, this may seem sordid, but this feeling of insecurity mars many lives which might otherwise be happy. "You see, Allis," her mother continued, "I know you are heart-whole, so I can't cause you any misery by my well-meant advice. You've been a good girl, and there has been nobody of your class about. Mr.
Surely a love like that was worth winning; no price was too great to pay. Her very faith in Mortimer, through which she sought to save him by inspiring Crane, determined the latter to crush utterly the man who stood between him and this great love. Intensity of hate, or love, or cupidity, never drew Crane out of his inherent diplomacy; he took refuge behind the brother of Allis.
If we'd known it two days ago we might a-saved the money, but we've burned up a thousand." "We'll have to start Lauzanne," said Allis, taking a brave pull at herself, and speaking with decision. "We might send him to the post, but that's all the good it'll do us, I'm feared." "I've seen him do a great gallop," contended Allis. "He did it for you, but he won't do it for nobody else.
To be possessed of calm where all was nervous strain was something. Suddenly the unimpassioned face lighted up; the narrow-lidded eyes gleamed with brightened interest. As eagerly as a boy their owner, Crane, came forward and saluted Allis. At that instant the man of many words on her left rose from his seat to chase through the interminable crowd on the lawn a new victim.
"The ease up has put the very deuce into this fellow," he flung over his shoulder to Allis, who was at Diablo's quarter. "He's a hard-mouthed brute if ever there was one." "He'll be all right, dad," she called forward, raising her voice, for the wind cut her breath; "Shandy rode him with a heavy hand, that's why." "I'll put a rubber bit in his mouth, to soften it," he pumped brokenly.
"Yes, he did," persisted the brother, "and he begged of me to take the blame. He said it would ruin him, but that Crane wouldn't do anything to me. He's a vile, sneaking thief, Allis!" "Hush, Alan; don't say that. It's all some dreadful mistake. The money will be found somewhere." "It has been found; Mortimer put it back. Why should he replace the money if he had not stolen it?" "Where is Mr.
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