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CAST OF CHARACTERS i .-LINDA . GORDON—Herocine. She gave (eo) up Manhattan to return to her Blue « (Grass, > BRUCE RADFORD—Néwspaperman. He . wonld give up anything for Linda. ra 2 UNCLE SANDY—Horseman. He would 3 S ' give up anything, too, for a good horse. _ * MONTE HILL—Rich racing devotee. He . also wanted Linda. wi

IT'S LEGITIMATE BUSINESS, I KNOW, BUT I HAVE A GUILTY FEELING EVERY TIME

Ip Yesterday—Linda buys the Pompey colt, ~ is offered a handsome profit, refuses it. . Uncle Sandy leads the thoroughbred home.

: CHAPTER SEVEN 3 > NCLE SANDY was having his troubles with the colt. “You, Linda, keep back,” he warned sharply, as he led Golden A ; Toy alongside the fence—keeping away from whizzing motors on the highway. : * “Uncle Sandy, let me get a van,” °) ~Linda begged, but he became indignant at the idea. “Ain't no colt I -can’t handle, if I do be 66. You keep away.”

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% Norman met them at the gate, took the halter-rope grudgingly. “This here colt, he be all a’sweatin’,” Norman complained, when they reached the barn.

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wi “Se’d you be, if you'd been wo. : gin’ those dad-blamed cars,” Uncle : i ; Sandy said. “Take this here dry _ Yoon rer CROORSNOUR SS AND cl / | GIT Away WIE cloth,” he threw a rubbing cloth at : : 3 . -Norman, “and you:rub that colt till he’s all dry—and the cloth’s all wet. “\___ Bone him good, or I'll baste you.” Norman went to work surlily. se “What's come over Norman?” . Linda asked. “That fool, Norman?” Uncle Sandy said. “He’s got religion in his old age. Thinks racing is a tool of the devil.” He shot a quick glance at his niece. “How come you didn't want to sell? I could a-run up that Hill fellow—made a pretty penny.” y Linda sarugged her shoulders. $’ *Uncle Sandy”—it was hard to exj plain; she had come home, on im- . pulse, to care for him. She wanted to start him out as a breeder again; she found him a horse-trader. This wasn’t the future she planned for

him. “Why couldn't we sell?” he insisted. “We'll make more money racing the horse,” she said. ; ~ “How come you hookup so quick- ‘ like with this Brown Donald?” She smiled at his abruptness. “I had about ne my limit, and I wanted the ¢olt.” :

E sald nothing to that. Just nodded his head. She didn’t have the money he thought she had. They moved out to the front porch. " ‘Maybe—maybe Monte was right, Linda reflected, she should have stayed in New York; sent the old chap the money he needed. It was : hard for different generations to live ‘8 together. “This here Donald, the young fool wants to make a lepper out of that colt,” Unclé Sandy resumed after a bit. or : .- She found herself defending the idea. “What’s wrong with that?” “What's wrong? There ain't but about three steeplechases in the world that's worth runnin’ after. It’s a rich man’s game. Every time you send a horse out, chances are " he’ll come a cropper and bust his neck at a fence. We're going after the Jockey Club Stakes—" . At ‘early: dark, she and Uncle Sandy were: sitting on -the porch when a car stopped at the gate, and & man came up the walk. “Anybody home?” It was Bruce ~Radford’s voice. - “Come up, son, come up and set,” Uncle Sandy called in hospitable tones, “Hello, Linda,” . Bruce spoke warmly, as he took her hand. “You got a great colt today—congratulations.” He turned to her uncle, and by the light from the hallway Linda | { § 5 A =a saw Bruce take a long envelope RN : at i id - > ; ] "

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‘from his pocket, give it to the old 9. man. - “Found this in the house; thought “you'd. like to have it, Mr, Sandy.” : “ os #

ER uncle took the envelope. “Oh—er—thank you, son.” He got up. “Excuse me. Think I'll see if the colt be bedded down.” He’ went inside. \ - “You didn’t come to try and buy Golden Toy?” Linda asked coolly. “No. And 'I don't -blame you for not selling. Mind if I sit down?” | “Why not?” He sat on the steps at her feet, |

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THIS CURIOUS WORLD 8s a new moon rose over the syca- [_ TAKE A Nice, He was sient for a time. ii : GH LONE WALK =" - So was she, Re Re ' “Linda?” There was emotion in : k : A his voice. “Yes, Bruce.” ® pf-fact. : : ““This reminds me of Barrow street. Remember?” They had gone to New Yorkin the same year. She had lived on Barrow, in the Village; he on Commerce. She was on an afteroon paper, he on a morning. “Remember the first time we ! ® saw Sime: moon over ihe warehouse - / OH AH : roof?” he re ed her. NUT T ” : : “I also remember some tall talk S 2 THERES THAT FELLOW WITH B00TS || 1 HATE TO SNOOP LIKE TH, I 1 WONT eb i ov fy in Wilh ; ; AGAIN | ~ WONDER WHAT Bes || BOT LUE GOT TO FIND OUT z © : : ANNWAY ) @ about a great novel you were { \“ | ee =r ; ad ——| RE CHELSEA : a yao + writing. Sinclair Lewis was go- : : =n : - ——, BOXWOOO S : : ing to-be a selling-plater along- : | THAN 1 AM | yee roamn side you. Remember?” : Sh —_ 4 He ran his fingers through his BIG 8) hair. “I've sold two stories since being back home here.” : 8 =» =» HE, shook her head. “Bruce, I'm 4 ashamed of you. A big, fat man, living on inherited money.” “I just wanted fo say,” his words game in a drawl, “I may be a fat, 2 lazy bum; but it's my family's : money I'm living on; what little’s left. I'm not living on women.” “Bruce Radford!” She got to her ., Jeet. So did he. “What do you 48 _ mean?” . He looked up, took her hand. She Jerked free. “Listen, Linda—I was crazy about you, but you gave me « the gate. I'm still crazy—” “Never mind that! Explain—" “Well, I don’t think you'd ever met Donald, till today. I heard 0 about how the two of you chipped . ~ in—bought the colt. All right, all Hight! I know that's your business. ut, : a “That’s right! When a man gets

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“But it's the truth, I tell you.” She was getting excited. “Well,

o’ the best of you, naturally youl get mad about it.” ge “But, Linda, you don’t know the « man’s reputation; for the last year ‘a Pennsylvania woman has ‘been keeping him, while he’s been riding her jumpers. Before that it another woman—" - :

I don't believe a. word you say, but —at least he never let an old, sick man be forced to pay his last dollar, on a debt he wasn’t morally obli-

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