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'He's purty nigh through, an' he aims to git out here soon as she'll strike right. He's comin' in his autymobile. "The crowd gives a groan. Burns throws up his hands. "'He'd a damn sight better walk, he says. "The argument sort-a dies down while they're waitin' fur this Harry Evans. "'Come on! Peewee says to me. 'I got to tell Butsy the good news.

I seen a show once that "'My poor boy, he says, breakin' in. 'I didn't know! What got into Banks? he says, sort-a to hisself. 'Try and remember, he says to me, 'weren't you told to bring these pretty horses here at three o'clock? "That puts me jerry, 'n' I sure am sore when I thinks how he gets my goat. "'Why, you big stiff! I says. 'Ain't I been standin' here with these plugs fur a week?

From the first minute the meetin' opens till get-away day comes he's bright eyes at the rat hole. He don't add up no figgers fur nobody then. He just putters around the track. He's doped out as sort-a harmless by the bunch. "After the Très Jolie mare wins the derby fur me, ole man Sanford makes my stalls his hang-out.

Sanford, I says, 'the hoss can't win without it, 'n' I don't want to see you lose your money. "Ole man Sanford sort-a wilts. He seems to get smaller. I've never noticed how old he is till now. He stands a-lookin' at me like he never sees me before. "The crowd begins to yell as the hosses hit the stretch. The Tramp is out in front, 'n' he stays there all the way.

You cross between a canary 'n' a mud-turtle! "That gets me sort-a warmed up, 'n' then I begins to really tell this dog what the sad sea waves is sayin'. When I can't think of nothin' more to call him, I stops. "'Outside of that he's all right, ain't he? says some one behind me. "'No, I says, 'he has other faults besides. "I turns round 'n' there's a fat guy with a cigar in his face.

I's lived a long life an' will soon be a hund'ed, I guess. I's glad dat slav'ry is over, 'cause de Bible don't say nothin' 'bout it bein right. I's a good Christian. I gits sort-a res'less mos' o' de time an' has to keep busy to keep from thinkin' too much." Pet Franks, Ex-Slave, Monroe County FEC Mrs. Richard Kolb Rewrite, Pauline Loveless Edited, Clara E. Stokes PET FRANKS Aberdeen, Mississippi

"I've wrote Jim Sigsbee Trampfast's ready, but I don't enter the hoss 'cause I know Jim wants to come over 'n' bet a piece of money on him. I don't hear from Jim, 'n' I wonder why. "One day I'm settin' in front of the stalls 'n' here comes ole man Sanford down the line. "'Why, hello, Mr. Sanford! I says. 'We sort-a figgered you'd quit us. Things ain't gone right since you left.

But he's bred out a sight 'n' I like his looks. There's a chance somebody could use him in the stud. I'm willin' to get him in some sort-a shape 'n' see if I can't make a piece of money on him. What do you say?" "'Well, I says, 'you're fixed better to get him in shape'n me. I just wanted to give the little hoss a show. If you'll give it to him, he's yours. "'Here's your money, says the vet.

It seems possible that you and your friends who were pessimists on Thursday became optimists today, and benefited by the change. Have you done so? "I see I has to get some sort-a language out of me. "'He was a better hoss to-day that's all I knows about it, I says. "'The first part of your statement seems well within the facts, says the colonel. 'He was, apparently, a much better horse to-day.