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The Man Who Could Not Lose ........................................................................................................1

Richard Harding Davis ...........................................................................................................1

The Carters had married in haste and refused to repent at leisure. So blindly were they in love, that

they considered their marriage their greatest asset. The rest of the world, as represented by mutual

friends, considered it the only thing that could be urged against either of them. While single, each

had been popular. As a bachelor, young "Champ" Carter had filled his modest place acceptably.

Hostesses sought him for dinners and weekend parties, men of his own years, for golf and tennis,

and young girls liked him because when he talked to one of them he never talked of himself, or let

He had been brought up by a rich father in an expensive way, and the rich father had then died

leaving Champneys alone in the world, with no money, and with even a few of his father's debts.

These debts of honor the son, ever since leaving Yale, had been paying off. It had kept him very

poor, for Carter had elected to live by his pen, and, though he wrote very carefully and slowly, the

editors of the magazines had been equally careful and slow in accepting what he wrote.

With an income so uncertain that the only thing that could be said of it with certainty was that it was

too small to support even himself, Carter should not have thought of matrimony. Nor, must it be

said to his credit, did he think of it until the girl came along that he wanted to marry.

The trouble with Dolly Ingram was her mother. Her mother was a really terrible person. She was

quite impossible. She was a social leader, and of such importance that visiting princes and society

reporters, even among themselves, did not laugh at her. Her visiting list was so small that she did

not keep a social secretary, but, it was said, wrote her invitations herself. Stylites on his pillar was

less exclusive. Nor did he take his exalted but lonely position with less sense of humor. When

Ingram died and left her many millions to dispose of absolutely as she pleased, even to the

allowance she should give their daughter, he left her with but one ambition unfulfilled. That was to

marry her Dolly to an English duke. Hungarian princes, French marquises, Italian counts, German

barons, Mrs. Ingram could not see. Her soninlaw must be a duke. She had her eyes on two, one

somewhat shopworn, and the other a bankrupt; and in training, she had one just coming of age.

Already she saw her self a sort of a dowager duchess by marriage, discussing with real dowager

duchesses the way to bring up teething earls and viscounts. For three years in Europe Mrs.Ingram

had been drilling her daughter for the part she intended her to play. But, on returning to her native

land, Dolly, who possessed all the feelings, thrills, and heartthrobs of which her mother was

ignorant, ungratefully fell deeply in love with Champneys Carter, and he with her. It was always a

question of controversy between them as to which had first fallen in love with the other. As a matter

He first saw her during a thunder storm, in the paddock at the races, wearing a raincoat with the

collar turned up and a Panama hat with the brim turned down. She was talking, in terms of

affectionate familiarity, with Cuthbert's twoyear old, The Scout. The Scout had just lost a race by

a nose, and Dolly was holding the nose against her cheek and comforting him. The two made a

charming picture, and, as Carter stumbled upon it and halted, the racehorse lowered his eyes and

seemed to say: "Wouldn't YOU throw a race for this?" And the girl raised her eyes and seemed to

say: "What a nicelooking, brightlooking young man! Why don't I know who you are?"

So, Carter ran to find Cuthbert, and told him The Scout had gone lame. When, on their return, Miss

Ingram refused to loosen her hold on The Scout's nose, Cuthbert apologetically mumbled Carter's

name, and in some awe Miss Ingram's name, and then, to his surprise, both young people lost

After an hour, when they parted at the club stand, for which Carter could not afford a ticket, he

asked wistfully: "Do you often come racing?" and Miss Ingram said: "Do you mean, am I coming

"Then, why didn't you say that?" inquired Miss Ingram. "Otherwise I mightn't have come. I have the

Holland House coach for tomorrow, and, if you'll join us, I'll save a place for you, and you can sit in

"I've lived so long abroad," she explained, "that I'm afraid of not being simple and direct like other

"If you get on with every one else as well as you've got on with me," said Carter morosely, I will

Miss Ingram smiled thoughtfully. "At eleven, then," she said, "in front of the Holland House."

Carter walked away with a flurried, heated suffocation around his heart and a joyous lightness in

his feet. Of the first man he met he demanded, "Who was the beautiful girl in the raincoat?" And

when the man told him, Carter left him without speaking. For she was quite the richest girl in

America. But the next day that fault seemed to distress her so little that Carter, also, refused to

allow it to rest on his conscience, and they were very happy. And each saw that they were happy

The ridiculous mother was not present at the races, but after Carter began to call at their house and

was invited to dinner, Mrs. Ingram received him with her habitual rudeness. As an impediment in

the success of her ambition she never considered him. As a boy friend of her daughter's, she

classed him with "her" lawyer and "her" architect and a little higher than the "person" who arranged

the flowers. Nor, in her turn, did Dolly consider her mother; for within two months another matter of

controversy between Dolly and Carter was as to who had first proposed to the other. Carter

protested there never had been any formal proposal, that from the first they had both taken it for

granted that married they would be. But Dolly insisted that because he had been afraid of her

"You could not have loved me very much," she complained, "if you'd let a little thing like money

"It's not a little thing," suggested Carter. "They say it's several millions, and it happens to be

YOURS. If it were MINE, now!" "Money," said Dolly sententiously, "is given people to make them

"Wait until I sell my stories to the magazines," said Carter, "and then I will be independent and can

The plan did not strike Dolly as one likely to lead to a hasty marriage. But he was sensitive about

"Let's get married first," she suggested, "and then I can BUY you a magazine. We'll call it

CARTER'S MAGAZINE and we will print nothing in it but your stories. Then we can laugh at the

With three thousand dollars in bank and three stories accepted and seventeen still to hear from,

and with Dolly daily telling him that it was evident he did not love her, Carter decided they were

ready, hand in hand, to leap into the sea of matrimony. His interview on the subject with Mrs.

Ingram was most painful. It lasted during the time it took her to walk out of her drawingroom to the

foot of her staircase. She spoke to herself, and the only words of which Carter was sure were

"preposterous" and "intolerable insolence." Later in the morning she sent a note to his flat,

forbidding him not only her daughter, but the house in which her daughter lived, and even the use

of the United States mails and the New York telephone wires. She described his conduct in words

that, had they come from a man, would have afforded Carter every excuse for violent exercise.

Immediately in the wake of the note arrived Dolly, in tears, and carrying a dressingcase.

"I have left mother!" she announced. "And I have her car downstairs, and a clergyman in it, unless

he has run away. He doesn't want to marry us, because he's afraid mother will stop supporting his

flower mission. You get your hat and take me where he can marry us. No mother can talk about the

man I love the way mother talked about you, and think I won't marry him the same day!"

Carter, with her mother's handwriting still red before his eyes, and his selflove shaken with rage

"And no mother," he shouted, "can call ME a 'fortunehunter' and a 'cradlerobber' and think I'll

Dolly swept toward him like a summer storm. Her eyes were wet and flashing. "Until WHO begs

"If I marry you," cried Carter, frightened but also greatly excited, "your mother won't give you a

"And that," taunted Dolly, perfectly aware that she was ridiculous, "is why you won't marry me!"

For an instant, long enough to make her blush with shame and happiness, Carter grinned at her.

"Now, just for that," he said, "I won't kiss you, and I WILL marry you!" But, as a matter of fact, he

DID kiss her. Then he gazed happily around his small sittingroom. "Make yourself at home here,"

"I MEAN to make myself very much at home here," said Dolly joyfully, "for the rest of my life."

From the recesses of the flat Carter called: "The rent's paid only till September. After that we live in

Fearing the publicity of the City Hall license bureau, they released the clergyman, much to the relief

of that gentleman, and told the chauffeur to drive across the State line into Connecticut.

"It's the last time we can borrow your mother's car," said Carter, "and we'd better make it go as far

It was one of those days in May. Blue was the sky and sunshine was in the air, and in the park little

girls from the tenements, in white, were playing they were queens. Dolly wanted to kidnap two of

them for bridesmaids. In Harlem they stopped at a jeweler's shop, and Carter got out and bought a

In the Bronx were dogwood blossoms and leaves of tender green and beds of tulips, and along the

Boston Post Road, on their right, the Sound flashed in the sunlight; and on their left, gardens,

lawns, and orchards ran with the road, and the apple trees were masses of pink and white.

Whenever a car approached from the rear, Carter pretended it was Mrs. Ingram coming to prevent

the elopement, and Dolly clung to him. When the car had passed, she forgot to stop clinging to him.

In Greenwich Village they procured a license, and a magistrate married them, and they were a little

frightened and greatly happy and, they both discovered simultaneously, outrageously hungry. So

they drove through Bedford Village to South Salem, and lunched at the Horse and Hounds Inn, on

blue and white china, in the same room where Major Andre was once a prisoner. And they felt very

sorry for Major Andre, and for everybody who had not been just married that morning. And after

lunch they sat outside in the garden and fed lumps of sugar to a charming collie and cream to a fat

They decided to start housekeeping in Carter's flat, and so turned back to New York, this time

following the old coach road through North Castle to White Plains, across to Tarrytown, and along

the bank of the Hudson into Riverside Drive. Millions and millions of friendly folk, chiefly nurse

"The joke of it is," declared Carter, "they don't know! The most wonderful event of the century has

But when the car drove away from in front of Carter's door, they saw on top of it two old shoes and

a sign reading: "We have just been married." While they had been at luncheon, the chauffeur had

"After all," said Carter soothingly, "he meant no harm. And it's the only thing about our wedding yet

Three months later two very unhappy young people faced starvation in the sittingroom of Carter's

flat. Gloom was written upon the countenance of each, and the heat and the care that comes when

one desires to live, and lacks the wherewithal to fulfill that desire, had made them pallid and had

Mrs. Ingram had played her part exactly as her dearest friends had said she would. She had sent to

Carter's flat, seven trunks filled with Dolly's clothes, eighteen hats, and another most unpleasant

letter. In this, on the sole condition that Dolly would at once leave her husband, she offered to

To this Dolly composed eleven scornful answers, but finally decided that no answer at all was the

She and Carter then proceeded joyfully to waste his three thousand dollars with that contempt for

money with which on a honeymoon it should always be regarded. When there was no more, Dolly

called upon her mother's lawyers and inquired if her father had left her anything in her own right.

The lawyers regretted he had not, but having loved Dolly since she was born, offered to advance

"SHE may," said Dolly haughtily. "I WON'T! And my husband can give me all I need. I only wanted

something of my own, because I'm going to make him a surprise present of a new motorcar. The

As summer approached, Carter had suddenly awakened to the fact that he soon would be a

pauper, and cut short the honey moon. They returned to the flat, and he set forth to look for a

position. Later, while still looking for it, he spoke of it as a "job." He first thought he would like to be

an assistant editor of a magazine. But he found editors of magazines anxious to employ new and

untried assistants, especially in June, were very few. On the contrary, they explained they were

retrenching and cutting down expensesthey meant they had discharged all office boys who

received more than three dollars a week. They further "retrenched," by taking a mean advantage of

Carter's having called upon them in person, by handing him three or four of his storiesbut by this

Each day, when he returned to the flat, Dolly, who always expected each editor would hastily dust

off his chair and offer it to her brilliant husband, would smile excitedly and gasp, "Well?" and Carter

would throw the rejected manuscripts on the table and say: "At least, I have not returned empty

handed." Then they would discover a magazine that neither they nor any one else knew existed,

and they would hurriedly readdress the manuscripts to that periodical, and run to post them at the

"Any one of them, if ACCEPTED," Carter would point out, "might bring us in twentyfive dollars. A

story of mine once sold for forty; so tonight we can afford to dine at a restaurant where wine is

Fortunately, they never lost their sense of humor. Otherwise the narrow confines of the flat, the evil

smells that rose from the baked streets, the greasy food of Italian and Hungarian restaurants, and

the everhaunting need of money might have crushed their youthful spirits. But in time even they

found that one, still less two, cannot exist exclusively on love and the power to see the bright side

of things especially when there is no bright side. They had come to the point where they must

borrow money from their friends, and that, though there were many who would have opened their

safes to them, they had agreed was the one thing they would not do, or they must starve. The

Carter had struggled earnestly to find a job. But his inexperience and the season of the year were

against him. No newspaper wanted a dramatic critic when the only shows in town had been running

three months, and on roof gardens; nor did they want a "cub" reporter when veterans were being

"laid off" by the dozens. Nor were his services desired as a private secretary, a taxicab driver, an

agent to sell real estate or automobiles or stocks. As no one gave him a chance to prove his

unfitness for any of these callings, the fact that he knew nothing of any of them did not greatly

matter. At these rebuffs Dolly was distinctly pleased. She argued they proved he was intended to

That their friends might know they were poor did not affect her, but she did not want them to think

by his taking up any outside "job" that they were poor because as a literary genius he was a failure.

She believed in his stories. She wanted every one else to believe in them. Meanwhile, she assisted

him in so far as she could by pawning the contents of five of the seven trunks, by learning to cook

on a " Kitchenette," and to laundry her handkerchiefs and iron them on the lookingglass.

They faced each other across the breakfasttable. It was only nine o'clock, but the sun beat into

"I tell you," Carter was saying fiercely, "you look ill. You are ill. You must go to the seashore. You

must visit some of your proud, friends at East Hampton or Newport. Then I'll know you're happy

and I won't worry, and I'll find a job. I don't mind the heatand I'll write you love letters"he was

talking very fast and not looking at Dolly"like those I used to write you, before"

Dolly raised her hand. "Listen!" she said. "Suppose I leave you. What will happen? I'll wake up in a

cool, beautiful brass bed, won't Iwith cretonne windowcurtains, and salt air blowing them about,

and a maid to bring me coffee. And instead of a bathroom like yours, next to an elevator shaft and

a fireescape, I'll have one as big as a church, and the whole blue ocean to swim in. And I'll sit on

"And grow well again!" cried Carter. "But you'll write to me," he added wistfully, "every day, won't

"And what will I be doing on those rocks?" she cried. "You KNOW what I'll be doing! I'll be sobbing,

and sobbing, and calling out to the waves: 'Why did he send me away? Why doesn't he want me?

Because he doesn't love me. That's why! He doesn't LOVE me!' And you DON'T!" cried Dolly. "you

"Very well, then," sobbed Dolly, "that's settled. And there'll be no more talk of sending me away!

"There will NOT!" said Champneys hastily. "We will now," he announced, "go into committee of the

whole and decide how we are to face financial failure. Our assets consist of two stories, accepted,

but not paid for, and fifteen stories not accepted. In cash, he spread upon the table a meagre

collection of soiled bills and coins. "We have twentyseven dollars and fourteen cents. That is

"I was watching the way you talk. When your lips move fast they do such charming things."

"Do you know," roared Carter, "that we haven't a penny in the world, that we have nothing in this

"When you need money," explained Carter, "I find it's just as hard to sell a hat as to eat it."

"Twentyseven dollars and fourteen cents," repeated Dolly. She exclaimed remorsefully: "And you

"We both had the time of our lives with it!" said Carter stoutly. "And that's all there is to that.

Postmortems," he pointed out, "are useful only as guides to the future, and as our future will never

hold a second three thousand dollars, we needn't worry about how we spent the first one. No! What

we must consider now is how we can grow rich quick, and the quicker and richer, the better.

Pawning our clothes, or what's left of them, is bad economics. There's no use considering how to

live from meal to meal. We must evolve something big, picturesque, that will bring a fortune. You

have imagination; I'm supposed to have imagination, we must think of a plan to get money, much

money. I do not insist on our plan being dignified, or even outwardly respectable; so long as it

"Or!" cried Dolly, "we might kidnap Mr. Carnegie when he's walking in the park alone, and hold him

for ransom. Or"she rushed on "we might forge a codicil to father's will, and make it say if

mother shouldn't like the man I want to marry, all of father's fortune must go to my husband!"

"And another plan," interrupted Dolly," that I have always had in mind, is to issue a cheaper edition

of your book, 'The Dead Heat.' The reason the first edition of 'The Dead Heat' didn't sell"

"That book," declared Dolly loyally, "was never properly advertised. No one knew about it, so no

"We will put it in a paper cover and sell it for fifty cents," cried Dolly. " It's the best detective story I

ever read, and people have got to know it is the best. So we'll advertise it like a breakfast food."

"The idea," interrupted Champneys, "is to make money, not throw it away. Besides, we haven't any

"If only," she exclaimed, "we had that three thousand dollars back again! I'd save SO carefully. It

"No one ever had to drag ME to the races," said Carter. " It was the way we went that was

"And always backing Dromedary," suggested Dolly. Carter was touched on a sensitive spot. "That

"That's what you always said," remarked Dolly, "but he never seems to have his day."

"It's strange," said Champneys consciously. "I dreamed of Dromedary only last night. Same dream

Dolly looked at him with all the love in her eyes of a mother over her ailing infant.

"It's worrying over me, and the heat,"' she said. "And the garage next door, and the skyscraper

going up across the street, might have something to do with it. And YOU," she mocked tenderly,

Carter was frowning. As though about to speak, he opened his lips, and then laughed

Seeing she had read what was in his mind, Carter leaned forward eagerly. The ruling passion and

"He 'win' each time," he whispered. "I saw it as plain as I see you. Each time he came up with a

rush just at the same place, just as they entered the stretch, and each time he won!" He slapped

his hand disdainfully upon the dirty bills before him. "If I had a hundred dollars!"

There was a knock at the door, and Carter opened it to the elevator boy with the morning mail. The

letters, save one, Carter dropped upon the table. That one, with clumsy fingers, he tore open. He

exclaimed breathlessly: "It's from PLYMPTON'S MAGAZINE! MaybeI've sold a story!" He gave a

cry almost of alarm. His voice was as solemn as though the letter had announced a death.

"We've GOT to!" breathed Dolly. "GOT to! If we let TWO signs like that pass, we'd be flying in the

With her hands gripping the arms of her chair, she leaned forward, her eyes staring into space, her

They changed the check into five and ten dollar bills, and, as Carter was far too excited to work,

"We might as well get all the fresh air we can," said Dolly. "That's all we will get!"

From their reserve fund of twentyseven dollars which each had solemnly agreed with the other

would not be risked on racehorses, Dolly subtracted a twodollar bill. This she stuck

"When we get back this evening," Dolly explained, "that will be the first thing we'll see. It's going to

This day there was no scarlet car to rush them with refreshing swiftness through Brooklyn's

parkways and along the Ocean Avenue. Instead, they hung to a strap in a cross town car,

changed to the ferry, and again to the Long Island Railroad. When Carter halted at the special car

"But," protested Carter, "when you're spending a hundred dollars with one hand, why grudge fifty

cents for a parlor car seat? If you're going to be a sport, be a sport." "And if you've got to be a

piker," said Dolly, don't be ashamed to be a piker. We're not spending a hundred dollars because

we can afford it, but because you dreamt a dream. You didn't dream you were riding in parlorcars!

This day there was for them no box overlooking the finish, no clubhouse luncheon. With the other

pikers, they sat in the free seats, with those who sat coatless and tucked their handkerchiefs inside

their collars, and with those who mopped their perspiring countenances with ricepaper and

marked their cards with a hatpin. Their lunch consisted of a massive ham sandwich with a top

Dromedary did not run until the fifth race, and the long wait, before they could learn their fate, was

intolerable. They knew most of the horses, and, to pass the time, on each of the first races Dolly

"If you turn out to be as bad a guesser when you're asleep as I am when I'm awake," said Dolly,

"I'm weakening!" declared Carter. "A hundred dollars is beginning to look to me like an awful lot of

money. Twenty seven dollars, and there's only twenty of that left now, is mighty small capital, but

"Did you, or did you not, dream that Dromedary would win?" demanded Dolly sternly.

"I certainly did, several times," said Carter. "But it may be I was thinking of the horse. I've lost such

"Did you," interrupted Dolly, "say if you had a hundred dollars you'd bet it, and did a hundred dollars

Even in his proud days, Carter had never been able to bet heavily, and instead of troubling the

clubhouse commissioners with his small wagers, he had, in the ring, bet ready money. Moreover,

he believed in the ring he obtained more favorable odds, and, when he won, it pleased him, instead

of waiting until settling day for a check, to stand in a line and feel the real money thrust into his

For several weeks Dromedary had not been placed, and Carter hoped for odds of at least ten to

one. But, when he pushed his way into the arena, he found so little was thought of his choice that

as high as twenty to one was being offered, and with few takers. The fact shattered his confidence.

Here were two hundred bookmakers, trained to their calling, anxious at absurd odds to back their

opinion that the horse he liked could not win. In the face of such unanimous contempt, his dream

became fantastic, fatuous. He decided he would risk only half of his fortune. Then, should the horse

win, he still would be passing rich, and should he lose, he would, at least, have all of fifty dollars.

With a bookmaker he wagered that sum, and then, in unhappy indecision, stood, in one hand

clutching his ticket that called for a potential thousand and fifty dollars, and in the other an actual

fifty. It was not a place for meditation. From every side men, more or less sane, swept upon him,

jostled him, and stamped upon him, and still, struggling for a foothold, he swayed, hesitating. Then

he became conscious that the ring was nearly empty, that only a few shrieking individuals still ran

down the line. The horses were going to the post. He must decide quickly. In front of him the book

maker cleaned his board, and, as a final appeal, opposite the names of three horses chalked thirty

to one. Dromedary was among them. Such odds could not be resisted. Carter shoved his fifty at the

man, and to that sum added the twenty dollars still in his pocket. They were the last dollars he

owned in the world. And though he knew they were his last, he was fearful lest the bookmaker

When Carter took his seat beside Dolly, he was quite cold. Still, Dolly did not speak. Out of the

Carter nodded. "All we have," he said. "We have sixty cents left, to start life over again!"

Through a maze of heat, a halfmile distant, at the starting gate, little spots of color moved in

impatient circles. The big, goodnatured crowd had grown silent, so silent that from the high,

sunwarmed grass in the infield one could hear the lazy chirp of the crickets. As though repeating a

With a sharp sigh the crowd broke the silence. "They're off!" it cried, and leaned forward expectant.

The horses came so fast. To Carter their conduct seemed outrageous. It was incredible that in so

short a time, at a pace so reckless, they would decide a question of such moment. They came

bunched together, shifting and changing, with, through the dust, flashes of blue and gold and

scarlet. A jacket of yellow shot out of the dust and showed in front; a jacket of crimson followed. So

The goodnatured crowd began to sway, to grumble and murmur, then to shout in sharp staccato.

One could hear their hoofs, could see the crimson jockey draw his whip. At the sight, for he rode

Under the whip, Gold Heels drew even with the yellow jacket; stride by stride, they fought it out

Behind them, in a curtain of dust, pounded the field. It charged in a flying wedge, like a troop of

cavalry. Dolly, searching for a green jacket, saw, instead, a rainbow wave of color that, as it rose

The field swept into the stretch. Without moving his eyes, Carter caught Dolly by the wrist and

From the curtain of dust, as lightning strikes through a cloud, darted a great, rawboned, ugly

chestnut. Like the Empire Express, he came rocking, thundering, spurning the ground. At his

coming, Gold Heels, to the eyes of the crowd, seemed to falter, to slacken, to stand still. The crowd

gave a great cry of amazement, a yell of disgust. The chestnut drew even with Gold Heels, passed

him, and swept under the wire. Clinging to his neck was a little jockey in a green cap, green jacket,

Dolly's hand was at her side, clutching the bench. Carter's hand still clasped it. Neither spoke or

looked at the other. For an instant, while the crowd, no longer so goodnatured, mocked and

jeered at itself, the two young people sat quite still, staring at the green field, at the white clouds

They found Dromedary in the paddock, and thanked him, and Carter left Dolly with him, while he

ran to collect his winnings. When he returned, he showed her a sheaf of yellow bills, and as they

"Not with me!" shouted Carter. "We're going home in the reddest, most expensive, fastest

In the "hack" line of motorcars was one that answered those requirements, and they fell into it as

With the genial democracy of the racetrack, the chauffeur lifted his head to grin appreciatively.

On the way home, they bought many cars; every car they saw, that they liked, they bought. They

bought, also, several houses, and a yacht that they saw from the ferryboat. And as soon as they

had deposited the most of their money in the bank, they went to a pawnshop in Sixth Avenue and

When they entered the flat, the thing they first beheld was Dolly's twodollar bill.

Dolly examined it carefully. "I think it is a kind of money," she said, used by the lower classes."

They dined on the roof at Delmonico's. Dolly wore the largest of the five hats still unsold, and Carter

selected the dishes entirely according to which was the most expensive. Every now and again they

would look anxiously down across the street at the bank that held their money. They were nervous

"We can be extravagant tonight," said Dolly, "because we owe it to Dromedary to celebrate. But

from tonight on we must save. We've had an awful lesson. What happened to us last month must

never happen again. We were down to a twodollar bill. Now we have twentyfive hundred across

the street, and you have several hundreds in your pocket. On that we can live easily for a year.

Meanwhile, you can write 'the' great American novel without having to worry about money, or to

look for a steady job. And then your book will come out, and you will be famous, and rich, and"

"Passing on from that," interrupted Carter, "the thing of first importance is to get you out of that hot,

beastly flat. I propose we start tomorrow for Cape Cod. I know a lot of fishing villages there where

we could board and lodge for twelve dollars a week, and row and play tennis and live in our bathing

Dolly assented with enthusiasm, and during the courses of the dinner they happily discussed Cape

Cod from Pocasset to Yarmouth, and from Sandwich to Provincetown. So eager were they to

escape, that Carter telephoned the hallman at his club to secure a cabin for the next afternoon on

the Fall River boat. As they sat over their coffee in the cool breeze, with, in the air, the scent of

flowers and the swing of music, and with, at their feet, the lights of the great city, the world seemed

"It has been a great day," sighed Carter. "And if I hadn't had nervous prostration I would have

enjoyed it. That race course is always cool, and there were some fine finishes. I noticed two

horses that would bear watching, Her Highness and Glowworm. If we weren't leaving tomorrow,

"Champneys Carter!" she exclaimed. As she said it, it sounded like "Great Jehoshaphat!"

Carter protested indignantly. "I only said, "he explained, "if I were following the races, I'd watch

The next morning they took breakfast on the tiny terrace of a restaurant overlooking Bryant Park,

where, during the first days of their honeymoon, they had always breakfasted. For sentimental

reasons they now revisited it. But Dolly was eager to return at once to the flat and pack, and Carter

"I'm so sorry," sympathized Dolly, "but tonight you will have a fine sleep going up the Sound. Any

"Nightmares!" exploded Carter fiercely. "Nightmares they certainly were! I dreamt two of the

nightmares won! I saw them, all night, just as I saw Dromedary, Her Highness and Glowworm,

"Those were the horses you spoke about last night," said Dolly severely. "After so wonderful a day,

of course you dreamt of racing, and those two horses were in your mind. That's the explanation."

They returned to the flat and began, industriously, to pack. About twelve o'clock Carter, coming

suddenly into the bedroom where Dolly was alone, found her reading the MORNING TELEGRAPH.

She dropped the paper guiltily. Carter kicked a hatbox out of his way and sat down on a trunk.

"I don't see," he began, "why we can't wait one more day. We'd be just as near the ocean at

Sheepshead Bay racetrack as on a Fall River boat, and" He halted and frowned unhappily.

"Of course," declared Dolly, "if they SHOULD win, you'll always blame ME!" Carter's eyes shone

Carter telephoned for a cab, and as they were entering it said guiltily: "I've got to stop at the bank."

"You have NOT!" announced Dolly. "That money is to keep us alive while you write the great

American novel. I'm glad to spend another day at the races, and I'm willing to back your dreams as

When Her Highness romped home, an easy winner, the look Dolly turned upon her husband was

"I don't like it!" she gasped. "It'sit's uncanny. It gives me a creepy feeling. It makes you seem sort

of supernatural. And oh," she cried, "if only I had let you bet all you had with you!"

"I did," stammered Carter, in extreme agitation. " I bet four hundred. I got five to one, Dolly," he

"Champ!" begged Dolly. "Don't push your luck. Stop while" Carter shook his head.

"It's NOT luck!" he growled. "It's a gift, it's second sight, it's prophecy. I've been a fullfledged

clairvoyant all my life, and didn't know it. Anyway, I'm a sport, and after two of my dreams breaking

Glowworm was at ten to one, and at those odds the bookmakers to whom he first applied did not

care to take so large a sum as he offered. Carter found a bookmaker named "Sol" Burbank who,

When Carter returned to collect his twentytwo thousand, there was some little delay while

Burbank borrowed a portion of it. He looked at Carter curiously and none too genially.

"Wasn't it you," he asked, "that had that thirtytoone shot yesterday on Dromedary?" Carter

nodded somewhat guiltily. A man in the crowd volunteered: "And he had Her Highness in the

"You've made a good day," said Burbank. "Give me a chance to get my money back tomorrow.

"Twentytwo thousand dollars?" gasped Carter, "in CASH! How in the name of all that's honest can

we celebrate winning twentytwo thousand dollars? We can't eat more than one dinner; we can't

"I'll tell you what we can do!" cried Dolly excitedly. "We can sail tomorrow on the CAMPANIA!"

"Hurrah!" shouted Carter. "We'll have a second honeymoon. We'll shoot up London and Paris.

We'll tear slices out of the map of Europe. You'll ride in one motorcar, I'll ride in another, we'll have

a maid and a valet in a third, and we'll race each other all the way to Monte Carlo. And, there, I'll

dream of the winning numbers, and we'll break the bank. When does the CAMPANIA sail?"

But that night in his dreams he saw King Pepper, Confederate, and Red Wing each win a race. And

in the morning neither the engines of the CAMPANIA nor the entreaties of Dolly could keep him

"I want only six thousand," he protested. "You can do what you like with the rest, but I am going to

bet six thousand on the first one of those three to start. If he loses, I give you my word I'll not bet

another cent, and we'll sail on Saturday. If he wins Out, I'll put all I make on the two others."

"Can't you see," begged Dolly, "that your dreams are just a rehash of what you think during the

day? You have been playing in wonderful luck, that's all. Each of those horses is likely to win his

"My silly dreams," said Carter grinning, "are carrying you to Europe, first class, by the next

They had been talking while on their way to the bank. When Dolly saw she could not alter his

purpose, she made him place the nineteen thousand that remained, after he had taken out the six

"You told me," said Dolly, smiling anxiously, I could do what I liked with it. Maybe I have dreams

She drove away, mysteriously refusing to tell him what she intended to do. When they met at

"You will read of it," said Dolly, "tomorrow, in the morning papers. It's all quite correct. My lawyers

"Lawyers!" gasped her husband. "You're not arranging to lock me in a private madhouse, are you?"

"No," laughed Dolly; "but when I told them how I intended to invest the money they came near

"They did. I told them it came from my husband's 'books'! It was a very 'near' falsehood."

As in their honeymoon days they drove proudly to the track, and when Carter had placed Dolly in

a box large enough for twenty, he pushed his way into the crowd around the stand of "Sol"

Without apparently looking at it, Burbank passed it to his cashier. "King Pepper, twelve to six

When King Pepper won, and Carter moved around the ring with eighteen thousand dollars in

thousand and five hundred dollar bills in his fist, he found himself beset by a crowd of curious,

eager "pikers." They both impeded his operations and acted as a bodyguard. Confederate was an

almost prohibitive favorite at one to three, and in placing eighteen thousand that he might win six,

Carter found little difficulty. When Confederate won, and he started with his twentyfour thousand

to back Red Wing, the crowd now engulfed him. Men and boys who when they wagered five and

ten dollars were risking their all, found in the sight of a young man offering bets in hundreds and

To learn what horse he was playing and at what odds, racing touts and runners for other

bookmakers and individual speculators leaped into the mob that surrounded him, and then,

squirming their way out, ran shrieking down the line. In ten minutes, through the bets of Carter and

those that backed his luck, the odds against Red Wing were forced down from fifteen to one to

even money. His approach was hailed by the bookmakers either with jeers or with shouts of

welcome. Those who had lost demanded a chance to regain their money. Those with whom he had

not bet, found in that fact consolation, and chaffed the losers. Some curtly refused even the

"Not with me!" they laughed. From stand to stand the layers of odds taunted him, or each other.

"Don't touch it, it's tainted!" they shouted. "Look out, Joe, he's the Jonah man?" Or, "Come at me

again!" they called. "And, once more!" they challenged as they reached for a thousanddollar bill.

And, when in time, each shook his head and grumbled: "That's all I want," or looked the other way,

"He's fought 'em to a standstill!" they shouted jubilantly. In their eyes a man who alone was able

To the horror of Dolly, instead of watching the horses parade past, the crowd gathered in front of

her box and pointed and stared at her. From the clubhouse her men friends and acquaintances

"Has Carter gone mad?" they demanded. "He's dealing out thousanddollar bills like cigarettes.

"I'm the owner of Red Wing," he explained, "bred him and trained him myself. I know he'll be lucky

if he gets the place. You're backing him in thousands to WIN. What do you know about him?"

The veteran commissioner of the club stand buttonholed him. "Mr. Carter," he begged, "why don't

you bet through me? I'll give you as good odds as they will in that ring. You don't want your clothes

When Red Wing won, the crowd beneath the box, the men in the box, and the people standing

around it, most of whom had followed Carter's plunge, cheered and fell over him, to shake hands

and pound him on the back. From every side excited photographers pointed cameras, and Lander's

band played: " Every Little Bit Added to What You've Got Makes Just a Little Bit More." As he left

the box to collect his money, a big man with a brown mustache and two smoothshaven giants

closed in around him, as tackles interfere for the man who has the ball. The big man took him by

"I'm Pinkerton," said the big man genially. "You need a bodyguard. If you've got an empty seat in

your car, I'll drive home with you. From Cavanaugh they borrowed a bookmaker's handbag and

stuffed it with thousanddollar bills. When they stepped into the car the crowd still surrounded

That night the "sporting extras" of the afternoon papers gave prominence to the luck at the races of

Champneys Carter. From Cavanaugh and the bookmakers, the racing reporters had gathered

accounts of his winnings. They stated that in three successive days, starting with one hundred

dollars, he had at the end of the third day not lost a single bet, and that afternoon, on the last race

alone, he had won sixty to seventy thousand dollars. With the text, they "ran" pictures of Carter at

Motherinlaw WILL be pleased cried Carter. In some alarm as to what the newspapers might say

on the morrow, he ordered that in the morning a copy of each be sent to his room. That night in his

dreams he saw clouds of dustcovered jackets and horses with sweating flanks, and one of them

named Ambitious led all the rest. When he woke, he said to Dolly: "That horse Ambitious will win

"He can do just as he likes about THAT! "replied Dolly. "I have something on my mind much more

important than horse racing. Today you are to learn how I spent your money. It's to be in the

When he came to breakfast, Dolly was on her knees. For his inspection she had spread the

newspapers on the floor, opened at an advertisement that appeared in each. In the Centre of a

"It means," cried Dolly tremulously, "I'm backing my dream. I've always believed in your book. Now,

I'm backing it. Our lawyers sent me to an advertising agent. His name is Spink, and he is awfully

clever. I asked him if he could advertise a book so as to make it sell. He said with my money and

his ideas he could sell last year's telephone book to people who did not own a telephone, and who

had never learned to read. He is proud of his ideas. One of them was buying out the first edition.

Your publishers told him your book was 'waste paper,' and that he could have every copy in stock

for the cost of the plates. So he bought the whole edition. That's how it was sold out in one day.

Then we ordered a second edition of one hundred thousand, and they're printing it now.

"There will be," said Dolly, "when five million people read our advertisements."

Drawn up in a line that stretched from Fifth Avenue to Broadway were an army of sandwich men.

On the boards they carried were the words: "Read 'The Dead Heat.' Second Edition. One Hundred

Thousand!" On the fence in front of the building going up across the street, in letters a foot high,

Carter again read the name of his novel. In letters in size more modest, but in colors more defiant,

"It cost every dollar you had in bank," said Dolly, "and before we are through it will cost you twice

as much more. Mr. Spink is only waiting to hear from me before he starts spending fifty thousand

dollars; that's only half of what you won on Red Wing. I'm only waiting for you to make me out a

In a dazed state Carter drew a check for fifty thousand dollars and meekly handed it to his wife.

They carried it themselves to the office of Mr. Spink. On their way, on every side they saw

evidences of his handiwork. On walls, on scaffolding, on billboards were advertisements of "The

Dead Heat." Over Madison Square a huge kite as large as a Zeppelin airship painted the name of

the book against the sky, on "dodgers" it floated in the air, on handbills it stared up from the gutters.

Mr. Spink was a nervous young man with a bald head and eyeglasses. He grasped the check as a

"Reinforcements!" he cried. "Now, watch me. Now I can do things that are big, national,

Napoleonic. We can't get those books bound inside of a week, but meanwhile orders will be

pouring in, people will be growing crazy for it. Every man, woman, and child in Greater New York

will want a copy. I've sent out fifty boys dressed as jockeys on horseback to ride neck and neck up

and down every avenue. 'The Dead Heat' is printed on the saddlecloth. Half of them have been

"The devil it is!" gasped Spink. "But what's the difference! " he exclaimed. " They've got to buy it

anyway. They'd buy it if it was a cookbook. And, I say," he cried delightedly, "that's great press

work you're doing for the book at the races! The papers are full of you this morning, and every man

who reads about your luck at the track will see your name as the author of 'The Dead Heat,' and

When Carter reached the track he found his notoriety had preceded him. Ambitious did no run until

the fourth race, and until then, as he sat in his box, an eager crowd surged below. He had never

known such popularity. The crowd had read the newspapers, and such headlines as "He Cannot

Lose!" "Young Carter Wins $70,000!" "Boy Plunger Wins Again!" "Carter Makes Big Killing!" "The

Ring Hit Hard!" "The Man Who Cannot Lose!" "Carter Beats Bookmakers!" had whetted their

curiosity and filled many with absolute faith in his luck. Men he had not seen in years grasped him

by the hand and carelessly asked if he could tell of something good. Friends old and new begged

him to dine with them, to immediately have a drink With them, at least to "try" a cigar. Men who

protested they had lost their all begged for just a hint which would help them to come out even, and

"I tried to get it last night at a dozen newsstands," many of them said, "but they told me the entire

The crowd of hungryeyed racegoers waiting below the box, and watching Carter's every

"I hate it!" she cried. "They look at you like a lot of starved dogs begging for a bone. Let's go home;

we don't want to make any more money, and we may lose what we have. And I want it all to

"If you're not careful," said Carter, "some one will buy that book and read it, and then you and Spink

When he arose to make his bet on Ambitious, his friends from the club stand and a halfdozen of

Pinkerton's men closed in around him and in a flying wedge pushed into the ring. The newspapers

had done their work, and he was instantly surrounded by a hungry, howling mob. In comparison

with the one of the previous day, it was as a football scrimmage to a run on a bank. When he

made his first wager and the crowd learned the name of the horse, it broke with a. yell into

hundreds of flying missiles which hurled themselves at the bookmakers. Under their attack, as on

the day before, Ambitious receded to even money. There was hardly a person at the track who did

not back the luck of the man who "could not lose." And when Ambitious won easily, it was not the

In New York the extras had already announced that he was again lucky, and when Dolly and Carter

reached the bank they found the entire staff on hand to receive him and his winnings. They

amounted to a sum so magnificent that Carter found for the rest of their lives the interest would

furnish Dolly and himself an income upon which they could live modestly and well.

A distinguishedlooking, whitehaired official of the bank congratulated Carter warmly. "Should you

wish to invest some of this," he said, " I should be glad to advise you. My knowledge in that

Carter murmured his thanks. The whitehaired gentleman lowered his voice. "On certain other

subjects," he continued, "you know many things of which I am totally ignorant. Could you tell me,"

Carter frowned mysteriously. "I can tell you better in the morning," he said. "It looks like Beldame,

The whitehaired man showed his surprise and also that his ignorance was not as profound as he

"I know," said Carter doubtfully. "If it were for a mile, I would say Delhi, but I don't think he can last

As they settled back in their car, Carter took both of Dolly's hands in his. "So far as money goes,"

he said, "we are independent of your motherindependent of my books; and I want to make you a

promise. I want to promise you that, no matter what I dream in the future, I'll never back another

"And what's more," added Carter hastily, "not another dollar can you risk in backing my books. After

When they reached the flat they found waiting for Carter the junior partner of a real publishing

house. He had a blank contract, and he wanted to secure the right to publish Carter's next book.

Collections of short stories, protested the visitor truthfully, "do not sell. We would prefer another

"I have not," admitted the publisher, but the next book by the same author is sure to. We will

"Could you put that in writing?" asked Carter. When the publisher was leaving he said:

"I see your success in literature is equaled by your success at the races. Could you tell me what will

They had arranged to dine with some friends and later to visit a musical comedy. Carter had

changed his clothes, and, while he was waiting for Dolly to dress, was reclining in a huge

armchair. The heat of the day, the excitement, and the wear on his nerves caused his head to

"Worse!" said Carter. "I've been dreaming! Shall I tell you who is going to win the Suburban?"

"My dear Dolly," protested her husband, "I promised to stop betting. I did not promise to stop

"Well," sighed Dolly, with relief, "as long as it stops at that. Delhi will win," she added. "Delhi will

not," said Carter. "This is how they will finish"He scribbled three names on a piece of paper

"You see!" cried Dolly, "what you think when you're awake, you dream when you're asleep. And

On arriving at the theatre they found their host had reserved a stagebox, and as there were but

four in their party, and as, when they entered, the house lights were up, their arrival drew upon

them the attention both of those in the audience and of those on the stage. The theatre was

crowded to its capacity, and in every part were people who were habitual racegoers, as well as

many racing men who had come to town for the Suburban. By these, as well as by many others

who for three days had seen innumerable pictures of him, Carter was instantly recognized. To the

audience and to the performers the man who always won was of far greater interest than what for

the threehundredth night was going forward on the stage. And when the leading woman, Blanche

Winter, asked the comedian which he would rather be, "The Man Who Broke the Bank at Monte

Carlo or the Man Who Can Not Lose?" she gained from the audience an easy laugh and from the

When, at the end of the act, Carter went into the lobby to smoke, he was so quickly surrounded that

he sought refuge on Broadway. From there, the crowd still following him, he was driven back into

his box. Meanwhile, the interest shown in him had not been lost upon the press agent of the

theatre, and he at once telephoned to the newspaper offices that Plunger Carter, the bookmaker

breaker, was at that theatre, and if that the newspapers wanted a chance to interview him on the

probable outcome of the classic handicap to be run on the morrow, he, the press agent, would

unselfishly assist them. In answer to these hurry calls, reporters of the Ten o'Clock Club assembled

in the foyer. How far what later followed was due to their presence and to the efforts of the press

agent only that gentleman can tell. It was in the second act that Miss Blanche Winter sang her

topical song. In it she advised the audience when anxious to settle any question of personal or

national interest to "Put it up to the Man in the Moon.'" This night she introduced a verse in which

she told of her desire to know which horse on the morrow would win the Suburban, and, in the

Instantly from the back of the house a voice called: "Why don't you put it up to the Man in the Box?"

Miss Winter laughedthe audience laughed; all eyes were turned toward Carter. As though the idea

pleased them, from different parts of the house people applauded heartily. In embarrassment,

Carter shoved back his chair and pulled the curtain of the box between him and the audience. But

he was not so easily to escape. Leaving the orchestra to continue unheeded with the prelude to the

next verse, Miss Winter walked slowly and deliberately toward him, smiling mischievously. In

burlesque entreaty, she held out her arms. She made a most appealing and charming picture, and

of that fact she was well aware. In a voice loud enough to reach every part of the house, she

With a wave of her hand Miss Winter designated the audience. "Then," she coaxed, reproachfully,

Again, instantly, with a promptness and unanimity that sounded suspiciously as though it came

from ushers well rehearsed, several voice echoed her petition: "Give us all a chance!'' shouted one.

"Don't keep the good things to yourself! " reproached another. " I want to get rich, TOO!" wailed a

third. In his heart, Carter prayed they would choke. But the audience, so far from resenting the

interruptions, encouraged them, and Carter's obvious discomfort added to its amusement. It

proceeded to assail him with applause, with appeals, with commands to "speak up."

The handclapping became generalinsistent. The audience would not be denied. Carter turned to

Dolly. In the recesses of the box she was enjoying his predicament. His friends also were laughing

at him. Indignant at their desertion, Carter grinned vindictively. "All right," he muttered over his

shoulder. "Since you think it's funny, I'll show you !" He pulled his pencil from his watchchain and,

From the audience there rose a murmur of incredulity, of surprise, of excited interest. In the rear of

the house the press agent, after one startled look, doubled up in an ecstasy of joy. "We've landed

Quite calmly , quite confidently, Carter rose. Leaning forward with a nod and a smile, he presented

the programme to the beautiful Miss Winter. That lady all but snatched at it. The spotlight was full

in her eyes. Turning her back that she might the more easily read, she stood for a moment, her

pretty figure trembling with eagerness, her pretty eyes bent upon the programme. The house had

grown suddenly still, and with an excited gesture, the leader of the orchestra commanded the

music to silence A man, bursting with impatience, broke the tense quiet. "Read it!" he shouted.

In a frightened voice that in the sudden hush held none of its usual confidence, Miss Winter read

slowly: " The favorite cannot last the distance. Will lead for the mile and give way to Beldame.

Before she had ceased reading, a dozen men had struggled to their feet and a hundred voice were

roaring at her. "Read that again !" the chorused. Once more Miss Winter read the message, but

before she had finished half of those in the front rows were scrambling from their seats and racing

up the aisles. Already the reporters were ahead of them, and in the neighborhood not one

telephone booth was empty. Within five minutes, in those hotels along the White Way where

sporting men are wont to meet, betting commissioners and handbook men were suddenly

assaulted by breathless gentlemen, some in evening dress, some without collars, and some

without hats, but all with money to bet against the favorite. And, an hour later, men, bent under

stacks of newspaper "extras," were vomited from the subway stations into the heart of Broadway,

and in raucous tones were shrieking, "Winner of the Suburban," sixteen hours before that race was

run. That night to every big newspaper office from Maine to California, was flashed the news that

Plunger Carter, in a Broadway theatre, had announced that the favorite for the Suburban would be

Up and down Broadway, from rathskellers to roofgardens, in cafes and lobster palaces, on the

corners of the crossroads, in clubs and allnight restaurants, Carter's tip was as a red rag to a

Was the boy drunk, they demanded, or had his miraculous luck turned his head? Otherwise, why

would he so publicly utter a prophecy that on the morrow must certainly smother him with ridicule.

The explanations were varied. The men in the clubs held he was driven by a desire for notoriety,

the men in the street that he was more clever than they guessed, and had made the move to suit

his own book, to alter the odds to his own advantage. Others frowned mysteriously. With

superstitious faith in his luck, they pointed to his record. "Has he ever lost a bet? How do WE know

The "wise" ones howled in derision. "A Suburban FIXED!" they retorted. "You can fix ONE jockey,

you can fix TWO; but you can't fix sixteen jockeys! You can't fix Belmont, you can't fix Keene.

There's nothing in his picking Beldame, but only a crazy man would pick the horse for the place and

Still undisturbed, still confident to those to whom he had promised them, Carter sent a wire. Nor did

he forget his old enemy, "Sol" Burbank. " If you want to get some of the money I took," he

telegraphed, "wipe out the Belmont entry and take all they offer on Delhi. He cannot win."

And that night, when each newspaper called him up at his flat, he made the same answer. "The

three horses Will finish as I said. You can state that I gave the information as I did as a sort of

In the papers the next morning "Carter's Tip" was the front page feature. Even those who never in

the racing of horses felt any concern could not help but take in the outcome of this one a curious

interest. The audacity of the prophecy, the very absurdity of it, presupposing, as it did, occult

power, was in itself amusing. And when the curtain rose on the Suburban it was evident that to

thousands what the Man Who Could Not Lose had foretold was a serious and inspired utterance.

This time his friends gathered around him, not to benefit by his advice, but to protect him. "They'll

mob you!" they warned. "They'll tear the clothes off your back. Better make your getaway now."

Dolly, with tears in her eyes, sat beside him. Every now and again she touched his hand. Below his

box, as around a newspaper office on the night when a president is elected, the people crushed in

a turbulent mob. Some mocked and jeered, some who on his tip had risked their every dollar,

hailed him hopefully. On every side policemen, fearful of coming trouble, hemmed him in. Carter

was bored extremely, heartily sorry he had on the night before given way to what he now saw as a

To all eyes, except those of Dolly, he was of all those at the track the least concerned. To her he

turned and, in a low tone, spoke swiftly. "I am so sorry," he begged. "But, indeed, indeed, I can't

The horses were passing on their way to the post. Carter brought his face close to hers.

"I'm going to break my promise," he said, "and make one more bet, this one with you. I bet you a

Dolly, holding back her tears, smiled mournfully. "Make it a hundred," she said.

Half of the forty thousand at the track had backed Delhi, the other half, following Carter's luck and

his confidence in proclaiming his convictions, had backed Beldame. Many hundred had gone so far

as to bet that the three horses he had named would finish as he had foretold. But, in spite of

Carter's tip, Delhi still was the favorite, and when the thousands saw the Keene polkadots leap to

the front, and by two lengths stay there, for the quarter, the half, and for the three quarters, the air

was shattered with jubilant, triumphant yells. And then suddenly, with the swiftness of a moving

picture, in the very moment of his victory, Beldame crept up on the favorite, drew alongside, drew

The night before a man had risen in a theatre and said to two thousand people: "The favorite will

lead for the mile, and give way to Beldame." Could they have believed him, the men who now

cursed themselves might for the rest of their lives have lived upon their winnings. Those who had

followed his prophecy faithfully, superstitiously, now shrieked in happy, riotous selfcongratulation.

"At the MILE!" they yelled. "He TOLD you, at the MILE!" They turned toward Carter and shook

It was more than a race the crowd was watching now, it was the working out of a promise. And

when Beldame stood off Proper's rush, and Proper fell to second, and First Mason followed three

lengths in the rear, and in that order they flashed under the wire, the yells were not that a race had

Of the thousands that cheered Carter and fell upon him and indeed did tear his clothes off his back,

one of his friends alone was sufficiently unselfish to think of what it might, mean to Carter.

"Champ!" roared his friend, pounding him on both shoulders. "You old wizard! I win ten thousand!