Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 31 August 1938 — Page 16

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CAST OF CHARACTERS LINDA GORDON—Heroine. She gave up Manhattan to return to her Blue Grass. BRUCE RADFORD — Newspaperman. He would give up anything tor Linda. UNCLE SANDY—Horseman. He would give up anything, too, for a good horse, ‘MONTE HILL—Rich racing devotee. He also wanted Linda.

Yesterday: Linda arrives home, treats Bruce Radford a bit coolly and then greets Uncle Sandy. She tells him she is going to buy a colt by Pompey for a Gordon comeback.

CHAPTER THREE

“So Bruce Radford stood by, ‘didn’t say a word when the executors forced you to pay $3500—money you didn’t have to pay, morally.” Linda Gordon spoke with bitter-

ness. “I don’t hold it against the boy; it was just luck,” her Uncle Sandy said quietly. “I wouldn’t have written you, but I didn’t want you to think your old uncle was leaving you a-pot of cash - —=when there was no cash.” “Youre not dying for a long, long time! I need you, Uncle Sandy.” They were talking on the porch: the excitement of her arrival had died down. She had laid out her clothes. in the spare room; bowlegged Norman had placed her roadster in the empty barn; old black Norman, who had ridden many a great thoroughbred to victory, a quarter century ago. “Uncle Sandy, I wish you’d tell me all about it—and your friendship with William Radford.” “We grew up together ...” William Radford and Alexander (Sandy) Gordon. With a mutual passion for horses, in mid-manhood they campaigned a stable of thoroughbreds as partners. “ . . then came the year our Beau Mardi won most of the big stakes . . . William was a moneygetter . . .” He sold his turf holdings at boom prices, and put his money into real estate. - Sandy Gordon continued to campaign from Saratoga to Tanforan, eating turkey one year, sowbelly the next. : ” . then I started raising horses . . .” is was when Linda Gordon’s parents died. The old man had quit racing to make a home for her, though he wouldn't admit that was the reason. “ . . the money is in raising horses . ..” \ 2 8 =» : Tee SANDY,” Linda leaned . forward, interrupted him, “tell me about the big favor you did William Radford, when the bank was closing in on him.” “Oh, that was nothing, honey.” “Yes, it was,” she corrected, gently. “ ..]I had to have six thousand in a hurry, Linda, or I'd be wiped out. I went to Sandy. He said, ‘Sure, I'll get it for you. He did. Not until the next week, Linda, did I know Sandy had sold a fine handicap horse to get that money. Anything I can ever do for him + e+.” Linda repeated these words now to her uncle. . “But he paid me back,” Uncle Sandy reminded her. “Now tell me of this last deal,” she prompted. Last fall Uncle Sandy had a chance to buy a good mare, in foal to Stimulus. “. .. I could get her for fifty-five hundred, a forced sale. I had two thousand. I went to will...” « “ ., I said, let's go partners and buy her; he—" William Radford wanted to put racing behind him; wasn’t compatible with his standing; he was going to sell off his remaining brood mares and their foals. But he said: “. . » Sandy, you saved me once; maybe this mare will drop a fine foal, put you on easy street again. If not, we'll write it off . . .” Sandy Gordon insisted on giving his note. e 2 2 2 : INDA GORDON leaped to her feet. “Uncle Sandy, wasn’t Bruce Radford home on vacation— wasn't he present when you got that money? Knew the circumstances?” - “Yes, honey.” “Then what happened. Tell me exactly.” “Sale was at Churchill Downs: I.bought the mare. - Was going to take her home next day. That night—" he broke off. “Go on, Uncle Sandy.” “She was burnt up in that big barn fire. It was racing luck, honey.” “What did William Radford say?” “Did you explain all this?” “Well, er, I said something.” . “What did you say to Bruce?” “Nothing, but he was present when I talked to the trust company. I don’t blame him-—" “Why not?” “Truth is, he gets mighty little.” “Didn’t he inherit all his uncle’s estate?” “You forget the funny will his uncle made—in boom days. Will was a milionaire, then. He left twelve hundred thousand to the college and his wife's church and a “hospital; Bruce was to get what was left over—residue, they call it.” “That should be plenty.” “It warn’t, honey. Estate shrunk in the depression. Bruce got mighty little. He's just been living at the farm. That’s going to be sold next month, too. Bruce did get five thousand cash—” “Never mind, Uncle Sandy, were going to buy a race horse tomorON Were going back on the ck.”

H: stopped in the hallway. Faded L-old eyes bored into her. “Did you give up everything, just to be with me? If you did, I'm going to send you back, bag and _ baggage—" “Why, Uncle Sandy! I told you I was fed up with New York. Can't you understand? I'd be a wageslave there forever. But on the tracks—why, women are being licensed as trainers today!” “Whoa, there!” Life was coming back into the old frame. Sandy was of the older generation of turfmen, who say women and racing don’t mix. “A lady, Linda, can’t—" : “Uncle Sandy, in the past 10 years the world has jumped two centuries ahead. When I was a tiny girl, ladies couldn't do anything but teach school. Remember?” “It’s a hard life, honey—"

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instant. Felt his old bones stiffening, as if to shield her from the world. “We'll buy the Pompey colt tomorrow—develop him—win some great races—buy a few mares —begin breeding again—and now, good night, old dear!” Quickly she him, ran to her room before the tears fell.

“Not’ with you looking after me!” She snuggled up to him an

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money. She had nothing, save a second-hand car and . She turned cold with fright. She had done a cruel thing—letting him think she had much money. A good colt by Pompey—why, he should bring five thousand!

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