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No matter how little he's getting;
No matter how little he's got,
If he wears a grin, and is trying to
He is doing a mighty lot!
No matter how humble his job is,
If he's striving to reach the crest,
The world has a prize, for the fellow
who tries,
The man who is doing his best!
Today he may be at the bottom
Of the ladder to weal and fame;
On the lowest rung, where he's bravely
clung,
In spite of the knocks—dead game!
And slowly he's gaining a foothold,
His eyes on the uppermost roun;
It's a hard old climb, but he knows in
time
He will land—and be looking down!
The fellow who never surrenders,
And is taking things as they come;
Who never says ‘‘quit,” and exhibits
grit
When the whole world's looking glum;
The fellow who stays to the finish,
That nothing can hinder or stop,
And who works like sin, is the chap
who'll win—
And some day he'll land on top!
— A ————————
MAN FROM THE COW COUNTRY
He was known in the world in
which he lived as the ‘Blue Brownie.” |
He was a race-track tout and his
peculiar sobriquet was due to the
fact that he had one blue eye and
one brown one. i
The Blue Brownie had not had a
successful season on the tracks
around Chicago and when the au-
tumn meeting at Hawthorne closed
he beat his way out to Tanforan
Park, near San Francisco, where a
twenty-five-day meeting was to be |
held.
He arrived at Tanforan with five
dollars capital, which he invested
immediately in college banners to be
sold at football games, the football
season being then in full swing. He
had traveled sans and was
exceedingly shabby when the mcet-
ing opened on November fifteenth.
Always forehanded, however, the
day before the meeting started, he
had borrowed a saw from a stable
and sawed a twelve-inch piece off
the bottom of one of the boards in
the high, closely boarded fence that ary’
surrounds Tanforan Park.
Once through, he could draw the
section of board wack into place
again. Thus he escaped the gen-
eral admission fee of a dollar and’
fifty cents.
On the morning of the day the
track opened the Blue Brownie sat
down in the lush green grass of the
infield and from the racing-form
record books in his possession se-
lected three horses that ought to
win. Half an hour before
race he was hanging around the
paddock looking for a customer.
There were others of his kind there
and one of these, known as the
“Baby Lamb,” recognized him, sug-
gesting that they work together and |
Play the brother-of-the-jockey rack-
et.
The Blue Brownie was agreeable,
so the Baby Lamb went to work.
Within ten minutes the Blue Brownie
saw him in conversation with a
young man of undoubted bucolic
antecedents. The “customer” wore
neat whipcord slacks with well
polished, high-heeled and expensive
custom-made boots. His soft white
shirt, plain black four-in-hand
under a new chamois wind-breaker,
coupled
too high
brim, inclined the Blue Brownie to
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the belief that the victim was a YO
than a cowboy. Evi-,
cowman rather
dently he Baby Lamb had gleaned
a sim mpression.
The Lamb had started ne-
gotiations with the cowman by ask-
ing him bluntly, as a neighbor
ght: “What you got in the first
race, mister?”
“Nothing,” the cowman replied
with the frankness of one who al-
waye says hello to strangers in a
lonely land. “I don’t know one from
the other, but I sure do like to see
a good horse run.”
“There aren't any good horses in
this race.” The Baby Lamb smiled
wisely—and sweetly. “I know ‘em
all og you it's anybody's
race. , I observe, have
all picked Charming Lady to win
but that's on her form around
Chicago last summer. What the
the experts don't know is that |
Charming Lady had her shins buck- |
ed mighty bad toward
season on
time to rest up.
long race. She'll
eighths pole and then fold up. it's
a field of crippled platers— a
case of which one is Jeast_cHippien.
I'm laying off this race *
The cowman nodded his approval
of such sound reasoning. “Guess I'll
take your advice,” he §
“Oh, don't be led by
Baby Lamb protested.
have some luck picking 'em but I'm
human and make mistakes, too. But
I'm not going to make any mistake
in the second race, believe you me.
That race is in the bag as far as
I'm concerned.”
The cowman looked interested.
“Going to bet heavy on your choice ?"
he said.
“That depends. I got off the train
from Los Angeles this morning with
only ten dollars in my pocket, but
I expect to meet by brother here
with a bank roll. I wired him to
meet me here with all the money
he could dig up, but we won't bet it
until about half a minute before
-time. ‘There are always a lot
of cheap pikers watching the win-
dows where you buy your tickets,
and if they see a horse owner make
a sizable bet they jump in and bet
the same horse and break down
odds.”
“Well, I'll be shot!” the cowman
remarked. “I a feller has to
be pretty fly to beat the buzzards,
This is a six-fur-
lead to the five-
me,” “the
“I admit I
'I have the low-down
‘the trainer's final instruc
| possibly win. Sonsc horses won't |
| at the eighth pole, get up again and
with a beaver hat neither
of crown nor too wide of’
the end of the!
and she hasn't had
the | tine.
eh? You a horse owner,
Baby Lamb exhibited
“Not quite, although as a
never bet other men's horses
on the
and the only way to get that is in|
tions to the available
' the horse
give you a good work in the morn- |
ing, but they'll do it in company in
a real race in the afternoon.
“Now, in the second race I got a
horse that's so fast he can fall down |
beat his field by three lengths. But
—he may not be ‘meant’ for today,
although I suspect he is. They
may be shooting at the moon with
him so they'll have a longer price on
him when they do level with him.
That's why it's so important to
know what the trainer's final in-
structions are to the jockey.”
“Oh, naturally. But how do you
find out? I understand the jockeys
riding in any of the seven races
have to report to the jockey room
at tweive o'clock and they're not let
out until they come out to ride; the
minute the race is run, provided they
have another horse to ride later,
they've got to go back into the
jockey room. I don’t see how you
work it.”
when a huge crowd attends. And
a huge crowd alawys attends the
opening day of the meet, which is
on a Saturday.
“Buy four five-dollar first options
for Rooney and four for his broth-
‘er, the jockey,” the Baby Lamb
urged, as he brought his customer
are sold. “They want theirs on the
| horse’s nose, but my advice to you
is to spread ours both ways—two
hundred and sixty on first options
to win and two hundred on second-
ary options to place. If he comes
second you get your money back on
the place options and a nice profit
besides.
“It's easy when you got a code.”
The Baby Lamb chuckled. “You
see that man standing over yon-
der—the slim chap in the green hat
and the tan shoes? Well, he's the
brother of the boy that has the leg
up on this horse I have in mind.
As the horses come out of the pad-
dock to parade in front of the grand
stand and club house the jockey
gives his brother the high hign. If
the horse is not being sent out to
derstand ?
is, comes in third—you're out
luck.”
As Henry Morgan
| option tickets and waited until the
option clerk could count the money,
a girl slipped in beside him.
“One hundred on Spirits of Tur-
pentine to win,” she said huskily.
Henry Morgan gazed down at her
| curiously He was a bt og
| joned for a young man e pres-
win the boy changes his bat—that .,¢ generation; to him women were
is, his whip—from his right hand t0 5, wavg on a pedestal.
his left. If he continues to hold it The girl who made the hundred-
in his right hand the horse IS/gonar bet did not look to Henry
meant—and we get down on the like one who could afford to
good thing immediately.” be so reckless with her money. Her
A man came out of the Secre- gnge5 were shabby and so was her
s office and wrote a name ON pai. ghe wore no gloves and the
the blackboard where telegrams are hand bag she carried had long since
announced. Instantly the Baby g.on petter days. Henry Morgan
Lamb had an inspiration. noticed that as she asked for the
A telegram for me. Excuse me ,,4iong she flushed and when she
a minute. This may be important. with her money she turned
He dashed into the office and re- white: her fingers trembled pitifully
ig in a moment crushing 8 .o che picked up the tickets.
yellow telegraph form in his hand. |= upjrgt bet she ever made and she's
“Rotten luck!" he growled.
“Just ip
got a wire from my sister-in-law. Betting her entine bank roll,” Henry
My brother's up in Tacoma.” He :
looked extremely sad and forlorn. | *POUt her that he asked
“It's certainly going to be bad news Hy Tou, loss gna, Bundreg. Jove
if that horse is meant today. Ys going ?
Jor we 2 In his voice the girl sensed a
I was to supply the information, my
brother pinging the cash and friendly interest, and not merely a
we were to split the winnings. I desire to force his acquaintance up-
can't get a check cashed here. Too on her. “I just do not know," she
late—'" His voice sagged away into | said, “but it will probably be some-
silence. He appeared on the verge tug pretty terrible. What will you
of tears ?
The cattleman was touched. “Oh,” he replied, “I have a couple
What's the matter with taking me of dollars that haven't been spent
in as your partner?” he suggested. yet.”
“I've got five hundred dollars that
ought to be working for me.”
“By Jupiter, you're a good Sports
the Baby Lamb gurgled. * you
pet twenty dollars for the jockey's
brother? He's pretty well down on
his luck and his information is
worth consideration. I promised
to bet twenty for him and another
twenty for the . That will
leave four hundred and sixty for
u to bet for me and you, and be-
lieve me, it will be a-plenty. Un-
Jess some word has slipped out about
this horse he'll pay a hundred to front
one, and I tell you if he’s meant, he year. Let's
can't lose.” him.” :
“You're on!" said the The Baby Lamb, having seen his
all smiles and eagerness had
ful that he was to share
ant confidence of the owner
running horses.
“Come on over and I'll introduce Xt organ.
you to the jockey's brother. But thel
first, suppose we introduce ourselves.
My name's La Brea."
“Of the big La Brea Stables?"
“That's me, only it ain't such a
big stable any more.”
“My name,” said the cattleman,
“is Henry Morgan the
of
“How fortunate!”
He assumed she did not have a
couple of dollars that she hadn't
spent yet.
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ically.
“If you mean that I'm betting
every dollar I have in the
‘she re “notwithstanding
‘fact that I'm out of a job, I should
‘say that you're the sort of man who
can ”
“Well, if our horse comes home in
you won't need a job for a
go down and look at
cattleman,
| they would descend
claim their share.
finished in the ruck they would avoid
upon him
If th
, and I'm in
cattle business up in Modoc county.
I really come down to the races
the hope of picking up a broken-
down stallion cheap. 1
with our cold-
aim to cross him
‘blooded mares and get a right good
thought imme-
t of cow-horse.”
Baby Lamb
diately of his twenty-five dollar
i re horse. “I can get you one
in the purple for five hundred
| dollars,” he announced, “We'll look
at him after the last race.”
| He led his victim over to the Blue
Brownie, who, looked suspiciously at
them both. "I thought your broth-
'er—" he began, but the Baby Lamb
| interrupted.
| “My brother can’t get here, but
|this gentleman has to climb
| aboard with us and make exactly
|the same bets I promised you my
| brother would, provided your broth-
|er gives you the office tI \t the race
|is in the bag. Is that jake with
you, Mr. Rooney?”
“Jake,” said Mr. Rooney sourly.
“Better not be seen talking to me,”
and he moved away.
Henry Morgan had now been com-
pletely “sold” on the Baby Lamb's
propesition. It did not occur to
im that the latter had not received
a telegram, nor did he know that the
La Brea Stables were named after
a place and not a person.
Said he, consulting his program:
“What's the number of our h
Mr. La Brea?"
Number Six—Spirits of Turpen-
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horse.
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Morgan said, but his bleak glance
swept the crowd in search of the
Baby Lamb and the Blue Brownie.
he began to laugh. “T
reckon, Miss Corrie, we've fallen in-
to the hands of the Philistines.
Mr. Morgan chuckled.
name for a if
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winning.
‘he does win the price paid for the
it, too!”
don't profit in cash we will
if
| redemption of the options on him
will be very high, but if he doesn't
win you stand the loss.”
“Well, it might have been worse.
I sold our beef at eight and a half.
| And there's a good profit in that.
Meanwhile, I'm still game to buy
those tickets from you. I have a
lucky feeling about this deal, some-
how."
“I haven't,” she answered drearily.
“And I've never accepted charity
and never shall—Oh, they're off!"
“And Spirits of Turpentine got
away last,” Henry said bitterly.
“He's probably got an apprentice
rider up,” the girl suggested. And
| then the loud-speaker began to tell
in front of the window where options
You're protecting yourself.
If he wins you win both ways, un-|
If he only shows—that
the tale:
“At the quarter! Big Bill first by
a length; Cromley second by two
lengths; Paul F. third by a length;
Andromeda fourth.”
“Our horse doesn’t appear to have
any social standing, Miss Corrie.
His name's not mentioned.”
Miss Corrie grasped Henry's hand
and clung to it. Again the loud-
speaker:
“At the half. Big Bill leads; Paul
F. second by a length; Cromley third
“Andromeda will take him
' by half a length; Andromeda fourth;
counted his
Spirits of Turpentine up
rapidy!”
“Well, he can't move too pronto
to suit us, can he, Miss Corrie?”
But she only squeezed his hand.
“At the three-quarters Paul F.
leads; Big Bill second by half a
length; Spirits of Turpentine third
by two lengths; Cromley fourth!”
“We might have known there was
a lot of hot stuff in spirits of tur-
pentine,” Henry Morgan announced
cheerfully.
“Into the stretch! Paul F. leads;
moving
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I see it all now. Of Sy slicke
' tience, Cordelia May.
“Let me go
ey're touts.
for an excuse lof
off this track and we
it now before
demand your ar-
battery!” |
Cordelia Ma
two went over
and found |
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said the cowman as they |
rattled along toward San Francisco,
“I'm the hayseed that got trimmed
out of five hundred dollars by a pair |
rs. Cordelia May, if
promise not to write my
to the Modoc County Clarion |
I'll give you that hundred dollars
you lost following my lead.” i
“You're a sweet boy, but please
do not talk to me. You'll make me |
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“Well, then, suppose you let me
lend you five hundred.” |
“I'd have to repay you—and I
could not do that. And I'll die be- |
fore I accept charity. What's life,
anyhow? You struggle and pinch
and save and suffer—and for what?
For the privilege of struggling and
pinching and saving and suffering |
some more.”
“Maybe,” Henry suggested hope-|
fully, “you'll get married some day |
to a man that won't let you go on
struggling and pinching and saving
and suffering.”
“Has it ever occurred to you that
a girl must wait until a man asks
her?”
“You've got to have a little pa-
Some men
walk around a proposition a whole
lot before they make up their minds |
— Where'd you say you wanted me |
to take you?”
“To the Ferry Depot, if you'll be
so kind. Henry, do you have to]
struggle and pinch and save and all
the rest of it? Or have you a nice
home, with money in the bank and |
no worries?"
“Woman,” Henry Morgan replied, |
“my life is not a bed of roses. My
father and I run about ten thousand
head of good grade Hereford cattle,
but from year end to year end
we're worried about our feed. :
“In the cow business you're up
and you're down, cow rich, and
money and land poor, and never
free from worries. However, if Ido
say so, we have right pretty head-
Spirit of Turpentine second by half |
a length. Big Bill third by half a
length, Andromeda fourth.”
“That little tar pot on Turpentine
is riding a heady race,” a man an-
nounced next to Henry Morgan.
“Rats!” another man retorted.
like
| Grant tcok Richmond. That boy on
Andromeda is saving his mount.
The mare's a stretch runner. When
the other three have run themselves
decided. He was so curious
out she'll come on and win.”
“At the seven-eighths pole!
a length; Andromeda third by
length and closing i
The crowd shrieked madly.
dromeda! Andromeda!
come!"
The loud-speaker went on remorse-
lessly.
Look at her
outfit.”
job I like, and I
' both ends meet and then some. You
Tur- |
pentine leads; Paul F. second by half display
al Reserved for Taxicabs.”
“An- |
Paul F. moves up and into
the lead; Andromeda second by half
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the tail go with the B¢
hide, eh?” he suggested sympathet-
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Blue Brownie lost sight of Henry pe caught her just as she was go-
If the horse won (they had rough slipped
r best to pick a winner) [ing a gt he gutessnd oe
. me.”
| “You must be lonelier'n a coyote,”
“Well, :
Cordelia | aft and hurled it
y, too, if foamy wash of the steamer.
I've got a
* mow that I've met you,
want to | added, wi
a length; Turpentine third by a
neck”
by a length.
rgan and Cordelia Ma;
saw clearly; then Cordelia
red to her feet and went
down the aisle. For a minute Hen-
ry stared after her. Then he fled
down the steps to the open space
around the paddock. The horses
were coming back to the stand for
the riders to weigh in. Henry Mor-
gan Jetminted himself one look over
the fence. The little colored boy
Spirits of Turpentine was jog-
past and Henry Mo
lad was weeping, that re was
all over the backs of his
hands but he had not time to con-
sider this.
Cordelia May was bumping wearily
the crowd in front of him.
ay stag-
fix
“Why, you never said good-by to
e animal ,,, he reproached her.
“Please let me go,” she
be around people who are kind to
plained.
May, I'm going to be lonel
I can't see Sou again.
car here. tter let me drive you
wherever you're Fag
oe hysterical
souvenir of my folly.”
thrust into his pocket the
a little more, please. Soon
feel the world hasn't fallen on you,
after all.”
“It's fallen, never fear. Well, if
here aren’t the authors of our ruin!”
‘What
Henry?”
cheerily.
over for you. Didn't you see
numbers go up? '’
“I did,” said Henry Morgan
ly, “and they were numbered
you and lying pal.”
“They Ywitched jockeys
the last minute—"
“But you never told me, you little
ornery weasel. Besides, you were
lying all the time.
they cal a tout. Boy,
run my brand and earmark on you!”
And Henry Morgan did. One punch
tucked the Baby Lamb away into
the Land of Nod and the Blue
Brownie fled.
Henry caught him as he ducked
into the ock. Two hasty blows
and the deed was done—with Henry
clasped by three track police, two
seconds later.
the massacre, cowboy?”
one of these queried sociably.
“Touts, Liars! Confidence men!”
quarters. Nice stone house, tight
barns, fences in good repair and
plenty of water. Mother's dead and
a Chinamen takes care of Dad and |
me. On the whole, we have a nice
are happy?”
“I'm doing a
to make
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“And you love it and
“Yes,” said Henry.
wouldn't catch me betting on races |
if I didn't.”
Forty minutes after leaving the
track Henry Morgan pulled up in.
front of the Ferry Depot at a point
on the curb where a minently |
ed sign said: “No Parking.
He assist-
ed Cordelia May out of the car and
proffered his horny hand. i
“You're going to let me
you when 1 come to San
n?"
She shook her head.
He at her sadly, and after
a while he said: “I'll never forget
you, Cordelia May."
“You're the nicest man I've ever
met, Henry Morgan,” she told him |
‘in a strangled voice.
“Good hy—
| forever.”
blindly PY,
rm sorry, Cordelia May. Good-
He watched her disappear under
the nave of the great building; then,
with calm disregard of the No Park-
ing sign, he shut off his motor and
strode after her. He purchased a
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ferry ticket and strolle¢ through the
an saw P&
chain; three more steps
begged.
“When I'm unhappy I can't bear to.
I " Here,” she shed the other,
“ig | breaker; then he was over
And | and intothe foam
worth- |
less tickets on Spirits of Turpentine. | keep
“Cordelia May, you take it on the
chin better than most, but buck up |
you'll | within
cold- | to the life preserver;
for over on top of
on us at! the water.
| heeled boot. A second later he
turnstile; Cordelia May was hurry-
ing the waiting room in,
front of He was the last]
ssenger through; he saw Cordelia
May enter the ferryboat on the low- |
er deck, and solemnly watched her
as she sat there weeping.
Opposite Yerba Buena Island she
got up and walked toward the stern
of the boat, so Henry foli her
at a distance. She stood a minute
in front of the heavy chain
stretches across the deck and
ed back into the sunset.
Suddenly she stepped
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board!” and a man standing close to
Henry Morgan seized a corkring
life preserver from the rack,
far out into the
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| the ferryboat could get the life-boat
over, and they were both deposited
pack on the ferryboat. Ten min-
utes later the ferryboat slid into
Oakland pier and Henry Morgan,
one arm clasping Cordelia May, and
his left hand carrying his boots and
windbreaker, walked ashore and up
into the little emergency hospital
room which the company maintains
on the pier.
“Put her to bed” he ordered.
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Cordelia May was conscious now
and looked up at him sorrowfully.
“You saved me,” she whispered.
ow did you know I meant to do
“Hell's fire, woman,” Henry de-
clared irritably, “if I'd known you
figured on doing it I'd never have
let you. I just followed to
find out where lived.”
“I have no me, Henry, you
silly.”
“So you sought a mansion in the
skies.” He sat down on the little
white cot. “How do you like me
in my store clothes, Cordelia May?”
“I like you better the other way.
You look more romantic. Henry,
are you going to scold me?”
“Of course not. You wouldn't
have done it if you hadn't had a
reason, and it must have been a
mighty powerful reason. But I've
noticed powerful reasons sometimes
get right puny when you look at
them close, so when you're ready to
leave this place I'll take you to
some restaurant and we'll have a
nice supper and talk things over
and see if we can't get you straight-
ened out somehow. You're too
| young and sweet to die, and besides,
if you do my heart'll break.
“While I was uptown I bought a
new outfit for you. The shoes will
fit, I think. stole one of your
And in the
store I found a girl just your size
and complexion and I decided that
| what fitted her and looked nice on
her would suit you.” And he open-
ed another suitcase and began to
unpack Cordelia May's “outfit.”
“You can get 'em changed if they
don’t fit you or suit you, and Dbe-
sides, when a girl's going to get
married and drop in unexpected on
an old cowman I like to have her
looking her best. A while back
you was complaining a girl had to
wait for a man to ask her. Hell's
bells, girl, I'm asking you! why,
you little lunatic, X fell in love wi
you the minute I saw you.
“But I'll never get over the shame
of having you buy my trousseau,
Henry."
“Move that we lay that question
on the tablee What I want to
know is this: Do you think you'd
care to marry me and fight the cow
business with me?”
She nodded, starry-eyed.
“We'll go to Reno, Nevada, tomor-
row and get married, because I
don't hold with this fool California
law that makes folks wait three
days for a license after declaring
their intention to get married. Me,
1 really don't need any preacher
mumbling over me to be true to
you, but—Cordelia May, are you
still discouraged about me buying
your wedding outfit?”
“It's so irregular, Henry dear, but
—J—want to live now, and—"
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bed and took her in his arms. He
kidsed her. Then he said: “Toney,
while I was buying my store clothes
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booknaker to get the
—and
they lost?’ says I, butting in on his
conversation with another clerk. ‘I
saw that race and you win both
bets.’
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challenge, the jockey on Andromeda
beat the little darky over the hands
to force him and
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been so lonely—all my people
and no friends in San Francisco
whom I could turn for company
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(Continued on page 3, Col. 4.)