Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 April 1940 — Page 13

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SERIAL STORY—

Bet on Love | By CHARLES B. PARMER

CAST OF CHARACTERS SHERRY BOND—Society girl owner of race horse, Pepper Boy. PAUL WHARTON-—A rival owner, fetermined to teach Sherry that racing is not 3 woman's game.

SHEP GRANT — Young gentleman rider.

WILLIE BOND-—Sherry's uncle, a tar! “adviser.”

YESTERDAY-—Sherry finds her Uncle Willie Bond awaiting her at home. A race track “adviser.” he has been forced te return to America by the war. Sherry hires him as business agent. Willie is afraid someone will claim Pepper Boy, decides to do some thinking.

CHAPTER THREE

SHERRY BOND was crossing the clubhouse lawn-—next afternoon— when she stopped abruptly, and for no apparent reason. Yet something (maybe it was a hunch) seemed to command: Stop—Look—Listen! She fumbled idly in her purse, came up with a pencil, as her restless eyes swept the crowds. She snapped her purse shut, flipped open her program. The first race: Pepper Boy number one on the rail —her eyes lifted slightly—over the] program’s top she saw a familiar figure moving through the crowds. His back was turned—he was talking with another man; they were going toward the clubhouse. Yes, it was he. Instinctively, she followed them. The two men stopped to talk around the building's side—she saw their shadows on the ground. Again she lowered her head over the program, as if study it intently; slowly she walked to the building's corner, Stopped there. She heard: " . my boy, regarding Pepper Boy I'd advise—" The girl straightened, crumpled and dropped her program. Her face fiushed. He was at it again! She strode around the corner, faced a massive man in gray bowler and tweeds, swinging a pair of huge field glasses from a leather strap. It was Uncle Willie Bond. With left hand he was grasping the elbow of a narrow and tall and bespectacled man who looked as if he were playing hookey from a desk. Sherry Bond caught Uncle Willie's eye. She had to admire the aplomb with which he met such interruption. Showing no surprise at her sudden appearance, he dropped the stranger's elbow, raised his hat punctiliously. “Ah, my dear—" he began, but she cut him short with a jerk of her head and a very firm, “If you don't mind.” “Certainly not, my dear, I'm coming,” and to the stranger, "You'll pardon me, old man: as for Pepper Boy, let it stand status quo.” “So you're touting, eh? a stranger how to bet. I noticed you were anxious to leave the luncheon table half an hour ago.” “Wait, Sherry!” The man's manner changed abruptly. She saw him stiffen—why, he could be hard as! nails—that old man attitude was

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FLAPPER FANNY

purely assumed—a mask he wore. “IT was telling the bloomin’ fool that Pepper Boy's not up to a hard race —to keep his money in his pocket.” They started for the paddock. but Willie Bond stopped, said, “You don't need me in the paddock— | Sam will do the actual saddling. ! You just stand by—tell Madden. | your jockey, to get out in front and! win. Don’t confuse him with a lot of instructions he won't remember anyhow—and good luck!” i “One minute, Willie Bond, what are you up to?” | Sherry was sorry the moment she | asked the question —regretted the! accusing tone she had used, for | she saw it hurt. | "Sorry—I didn't mean a thing!” She smiled, tried to make her tone! sound light. | A mask dropped on his face—a perfect poker mask. “I'd only be in your way-—-yvou saddling your | first entry—your first as owner.” | 8 ” 5

OLD SAM was walking Pepper Boy around the ring as Sherry Bond went up to No. 1 stall. She motioned for Sam to bring the colt in. The groom was in morose mood as he whipped off the blanket “This here baby ain't up to no hard race yet, Miss Sherry,” he complained; “he needs two-three more workouts. If I was you.” he lowered his voice, “I'd tell Madden jus’| to give him a easy ride—not to push | him.” “Sam! When I want your advice, I'll ask for it.” She started to say something else, but the saddling bell rang, and Madden's fat valet waddled up to the stall, the jockey's riding tack in his arms. ” » ”

A STUBRY FELLOW-—wearing scarlet jacket, purple cross sash and white cap of her Lone Tree Sable —walked up, lifted his lined face. Madden, the jockey. “Everything oke?” he asked. Sherry nodded. “What do you want, Miss Bond?” He was looking at her speculatively, “What do you mean?” “He's a maiden, ain't he? won—" “He's never started before.” “You can qualify with him, then.” He lifted the whitec ap, rubbed his hand through red hair a minute. Shook his head, replaced the cap. Maybe she was just dumb. “I'm Just trying to help,” he explained. “If a horse ain't won well, never mind what the rules say—Iit's sort of-—understood—that if your nag is being beaten-—you don't have {o ride him out—you can let him—take it easy—and maybe win next time.” “Oh!” Yes, she had heard of this turf practice; this giving a maiden A qualifying or tuning-up race for a harder race to follow. Madden was speaking again: “You got him in the Derby, ain't you?” “I have,” Sherry felt her face slowly going white. Paul Wharton had warned her that racing wasn’t all romance and roses. “I ain't been spoke for—for the Derby— laestways I ain't given my word yet —though I got two-three chances,” he wento n in the same low tones. “The reason I took this here mount today”—the girl had wondered at her luck, at this crack jockey coming to her and asking for the mount on her maiden colt—"I been watchin’ his workouts—I think he's goin’ to make a route-runnin' fool.

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Derby's a long race—if we don't ‘push him today—" Sherry swallowed hard. So! Even her jockey was suggesting that Pepper Boy be given an easy ride— that they keep the colt undercover, =-bring him to light in the Derby. “Look here!” she turned on him

sharply. “You get out in front and make every post a winning one. Understand? I'll take no excuses.”

She nodded, her face stern. To herself she said: “You'd better push him—you'd better ride him to

As he started the procession to-| win!”

ward the track Madden leaned over, sald to Sherry Bond® “Okay, I'll ph him.”

(To Be Continued)

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