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By Charles Parmer

CAST OF CHARACTERS LINDA GORDON-—Heroine. She gave up Manhattan to return to her Blue Grass. BRUCE RADFORD — Newspaperman. He would give up anything for 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 stirs old hopes in

_ Uncle Sandy. But she hasn't much money.

She prays for a chance to make good somehow for Sandy.

CHAPTER FOUR

“«O\TORMS gone,” Uncle Sandy commented at the breakfast table after a rainy night. “It'll be a good day for the barbecue at Radfords’.” “Did Bruce Radford invite you?” “Wel, no, honey; why should he? There be a bunch of big Eastern buyers down; Bruce is sort of doing

. the honors—"

“Playing the gentleman,” she spoke bitterly. “Pity he isn’t one. Well, we're going to be at the sale on time.” And they were—to the minute. Linda was surprised at the smallness of the crowd in Brown's Barn on the main highway. Bruce Radford was not.there. “Let’s take a look-see at those colts,” Uncle Sandy led Linda into the barn, where a great golden animal stood at the head of the horses to be auctioned. “That’s him—Golden Toy,” Uncle Sandy commented. ‘“He’s sound, in wind and limb. Be a good buy at $3000—a bargain for anything less.” Then for the first time Uncle Sandy thought to question Linda's finan-

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“Honey, do you think we “can afford to buy this un?” - Anxiety was in his tones. She forced herself to smile. “Why not?” she asked. She wanted Golden Toy for her uncle—for herself; above all, she wanted to take him from Bruce Radford. She knew Bruce would try to buy him cheap. Going to set up as a great horseman, was he? This sale was for cash. maybe— An idea flashed into her mind; she wheeled on Uncle Sandy: Uncle Sandy was quick of thought, too. “Come on,” he said. They went to the front of the barn. “Mr. Jenkins,” Uncle Sandy spoke suavely, “this sale was advertised for 1:30, rain or shine. OneDaisy sharp, it now is. I say we start.’ »

But

M* JENKINS’ jaw moved a moment; he shifted his cud. “Yes, sir, youre right, Mr. Gordon—dead right. But those eastern gents forget that we have daylightsaving time; they mean to be here at the real sun time. So we'll just wait. 0 “We'll sell at 1:30, sun time, Miss.” -- «- -- . Linda walked to her car, got in. She wanted to be alone—and think. What could she do with a pitiful $600? What a world, what a world! Watch hands were at 2:30—1:30 by sun time—at last. Slowly Mr. Jenkins mounted his keg. The

: idlers flocked around him. “Folks,

we’ll just wait a few minutes—” “Youll do no such thing!” The objetcion came from a youngster of 26 or so, who forced his way to the front; a slender young man with hard blue eyes and a chin that meant business. In clean sweater, boots and riding breeches, he, too, had been inspecting the colts when Linda and Uncle Sandy were in the barn. Linda hadn’t given him a thought, then; guessed, by his clothes, that he was an exercise boy for some wealthy stable. Now she noted his face; this was no stable man. born leader, He was taking the initiative. “Well, now,” the auctioneer thumbed his watch chain. There'd been trouble before, in the Blue Grass, when a sale was delayed. Maybe he'd better start with some of the less promising colts. Give Mr. Radford and his crowd time to get here. “Yes, sir, I think you're right, Mr. Donald. Yes, sir, we'll cry the sale. Now folks—”

PROFESSIONAL smile oozed |’

from his features; he lifted his voice: “We're selling, to the highest bidder, and for cash on the barrel-head, the remaining colts from the Radford estate. Cash in hand, no checks accepted. Cash talks today—and youll get ‘em cheap. You, Big Boy!” He pointed to a gangling, barefoot black by the barn entrance. “Yas, suh, Mr. Jenkins.” Big Boy shuffled out from the shade. “Bring out that nice little bay colt. And hurry about it!” “Yas, suh, I hurries.” He did no such thing! He started lazily away. “One minute!” Linda spoke quickly. Big Boy stopped in his ambling tracks. Mr. Jenkins looked down inquiringly at her. “Sell the golden chestnut first—Golden Toy.” “Well, now, Miss, we’ll come to him—just wait, please ma’am.” “Look at that sign on the door!” Linda pointed to the sales sign. “The chestnut, Golden Toy, is listed first. You auction him first.” “Well, now—" the auctioneer was cut short by calls from the crowd: “Sell ’em accordin’ to order!” “Bring out that chestnut first, Big Boy!” “What kind of a sale is this?” Mr. Jenkins raised a placating hand. Before he could open his mouth, the keen-looking youngster was speaking: “I suggest you sell those horses in order. This auction is beginning to get—smelly.” The auctioneer’s face turned more red. Again there were catcalls, shouts. He didn’t like it. Once an auctioneer was placed on a rough rail— “All right, folks, your pleasure is my delight! You want to bid on the chestnut first, and the chestnut you shall have. Bring him out, Big Boy. Smartly, now!” The youngster stepped to Linda's side. “You want him, don’t you?” She looked into his eyes. He was all business. “Maybe,” she answered cautiously. He smiled for the first time—a friendly, disarm“I want him, too

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. THIS CURIOUS WORLD

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side of the crowd, lighted a cigaret, ‘waited. From inside the barn came footclumps on the earthen floor. Big Boy hove into ~jjew, leading the chestnut. The crowd backed | off into a circle. The sun's: rays fell on the colt’s shining body. He seemed gold—all gold.” ‘Now Big Boy was leading him to the block—

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anxiously up the road. He—and the crowd—had heard the distant honking of a motor horn. “Folks, I crave your indulgence for one minute. Somebody else is coming.” - : A big roadster, horn sounding imperiously, slithered to the barn, stopped in a cloud of dust.

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