Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 May 1940 — Page 34

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Bet on Love : By CHARLES B. PARMER

CAST OF CHARACTERS SHERRY BOND-—society girl of race horse, Pepper Boy. PAUL WHARTON—a rival owner, determined to teach Sherry that racing : is not a woman's game. SHEP * vider. entiemyn

«WILLIE BOND —Sherry’s uncle, a turf adviser.”

owner GRANT — young

YESTERDAY-—Shep Grant, steeplechase rider, tells Sherry if Wharton had Claimed her colt, she could not have entered Pepper Boy in the Derby. Sherry is furious, believes Paul was trying to bribe her into marrving him. Red Sol.

Udier equals the track record in an easy » Victory,

CHAPTER EIGHT

NOW THE field was coming back to the finish line, for the jockeys to dismount and weigh out. Red Soldier was last in—and Sherry saw ul Wharton meet his victorious colt on the center of the course. » He said a word to the jockey, who leaned over and grinned. Then Wharton grasped the reins, started leading Red Soldier toward the Winner's circle. ; : But he did not take the shortest line, a diagonal, to the finish line. Instead, he turned his colt, walked straight to the fence, then turned again and walked down the fence toward the wire. He was coming toward her. His eves were searching the crowd on the rail—nmow he saw her, A big and arrogant grin spread over his face. She heard his words, “Not bad, eh? See you in Louisville.” He passed on—and a moment later flowers were circling Red Solqier’s neck, and cameras were clickng. “Did you hear what he said to me?” Sherry demanded. Uncle Willie smiled benignly: “Let the lad boast a bit. glad to say.” “He can have decency—the cheap braggart!” she flared. “Calling to me as if—as if I were a railbird!” She took his arm. “Let's get out of this crowd.” When they pushed back toward the clubhouse she stopped him— though he seemed unusually eager to leave her. “Listen to me a minute, Willie Bond,” she said sharply. “We're going to pack up instantly -—Jeave for the Downs. Understand?” “Why, er—yes. But there's the little matter of—er—transportation. First, do we owe any bills—I mean track bills?” Sherry frowned. She owed $4 to the blacksmith; at least $10 to the veterinarian; more than—., She stopped counting as a collarless, unshaven man walked up to her. He ‘spoke fast: “Mighty glad to see you come in the money that first race, Miss Bond. Knowed you'd be lookin’ for me. You get $180 running second. I'd appreciate the favor of my $62 on that feed bill.” “Certainly,” said Willie. “You will get pay—in cash. Come with me.” And to Sherry, “Ill handie it, my dear. And will pay our groom, too.” s ” 2

HOW MUCH money was she going to have after everyone was paid? Standing there on the lawn, Sherry made rapid figures on her program. The result was astounding. Why, she would have only $16 left out of that $180. It had been a long and hard winter—for her, And she had to transport Pepper Boy from Long Island to Louisville, Ky.; had to transport her groom, her uncle, herself. Had to ship her tack, Would have to buy feed the moment they were stabled at the Downs. There would be other expenses—and $500 more to enter the Derby! If Pepper ‘Boy hadn't been left at the post! if his nose had only been six inches further to the front, at the finish— but it wasn’t and he ran second. + She started for the gate to go home. Lanky Shep Grant stopped er. ! “Oh, say! Got time for a talk, herry? We can run into the clubouse.” i They found a vacant bench in the shade of the clubhouse. “You mand I—we've been friends a long time, haven't we?” ! Sherry nodded. He was looking ‘eagerly into her eyes, was speaking in low, earnest tones, holding this program up—to give passersby ‘the impression they were discussing ‘a race. “Sherry, honey, I'd—" “Wait, Shep. Is this another pro‘posal?” . He reddened, grinned again. "It ‘sure is—if there's any chance you'll ‘take me.” : “Sorry, Shep—" She started to wise, but he stopped her. ! “wait! Wanted to say, Sherry, ‘I've had some swell luck lately. At ‘bridge. Now if you need six or seven ‘hundred—to get to Louisville—get ‘ready for the Derby—Pepper Boy IS ‘good, Sherry—" + “please!” She was on her feet. NeThat's very sweet of you—" ! “No strings to it. You don’t have ‘to marry me, you know,” he told ther smiling. ' She said softly, touching his hand as he stood up, “youre a peach, but i have all the money in the world— at least enough to pay bills—and, I'll see you at Churchill Downs, ‘Shep.” She felt the tears welling up in her eyes, so she flashed him 'a smile and moved swiftly away ‘toward the gate. ’ » ” ”

: THE SUN had dropped behind *housetops when Sherry Bond weached home and faced the rear of la modern Noah's Ark, parked in front of her apartment house. { Drawn to the curb was uh ‘cpr. \ en touring car—a - eater, intage of the late ‘twenties; Ht was jammed with household

goods. i" Deliberately, Sherry walked to the ! ront of the car—stopped, looked at ‘the driver: a horse-faced girl in her learly thirties, dressed in green tweed With a brown beret pulled ‘back demurely from shiny, walnut‘colored hair parted in the middle. A amass of freckles flecked the features ‘the homeliest face and the most ynteresting that Sherry had seen e Christmas. pS ins over the side of the door, ihe woman asked in breezy, clipped faccents 0 the mid-west: “Can you tell me here—well! if it isn’t—it 4s Cousin Sheridan Bond! i The car door flew open. An angular girl, whose bones stuck out e those of a half-starved race horse, leaped to the pavement, a joyous smile lighting her face. Phrases cascaded from her lips: | “Cousin Sheridan, I am Theo'dosia Duncan Bond. I recognized ‘ wou from your pictures—but you're

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uch prettier, much younger lookthe colot had left Shery’s face,

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“I get 2 cents apiece for the empties!”

By Clyde Lewis

HOLD EVERYTHING

“I can’t go on being president of our garden club forever! Couldn’t one of you other girls do a little thinking?”

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“Of course, there's a lotta difference in our ages, but she’s awf’ly mature for seven.”

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