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To-day's Short Story. I 1 THE HARNESS-ROOM GHOST. I The night preceding Morley 'Chases was one of those whereon we enjoy our creature oomforta more than usual—when the sight of a blaring fire on the hearth and a bottLe of grog on the table makes a man positively scjoy the sound of the rode blasts omtside, dim to the -sufferiitgs of those who are less ctragly housed. In a room at the back of the honse sat a party of our men, or "lads," as they would generally be termed, for it needed mot a second look at their personalities to convince our dear old friend, "the merest tyro," thait they were of the horse horsey. "Never mind the betting," the elder of the four is saying; "old Pompey will win to-morrow ae sore as my name's Peter. He's emptied his manger all right, yon say, Jem?" "Yes.. down to the very last oat. He couldn't be better, and I can't imagine what the bookies are layin' agen him for; it ought to be 3 to 1 on him instead of against." "Why, they say this house and that stable in particular is unlucky," chimed in another of the party. "Haven't you ever heard the tale of old Simon, the horse doctor?" "No! Let's hear it!" "Well, I don't quite know the rights of the gtory myself, but it appears that about fif- teen years ago the favourite for a big raoe was poisoned in that very box. I believe it was for the same race as Fompey's in to- morrow, thought I won't be sure. "Everything went on all right, and after seeing the horse safe the trainer and the boy who had charge of him retired for the night. Somehow or other, however, old Farmer—you know him, Peter; he's still alive and kicking—couldn't sleep a wink, and, feeling kind o' nervous, thought he'd go and see if the horse was all right. .1.. 'I "1. He no sooner entered Lnis door nere iuau he saw a light in the stable beyond. Mak- ing all the haste he could, he met a man disguised by a mask leaving the box, and a struggle took place between them. Well. old Farmer was only a little 'un, and was getting all the worst of it. when .he be- thought himself of the revolver he always carried. Quick as thought, be out with it, and at close quarters took a pot sh-ot at his opponent. "One bullet was enough. The robber fell like a stone, and when the people of the inn came running in, startled by the noise, it was found to be a man named Simon Finighty, sometimes called Old Simon, and scmetimes the 'hor:se-dootor', ae it was more than suspected he had had a hand in several villainies of the same nature." WelL what about the horse?" "Oh! he'd settled him right enough. It was supposed he'd given him poison in the form of beans, or something of that sort, for he lay like a log all next day, 11 and it was months before he came round. "Well, what's that got to do with the stable being unlucky?" "Why, it's said that the ghost of old Simon walks to this day, and if a horse is in that box he finds his way there, and either poispns or frightens him so that he's no good next day. Anyhow, they say that stable s never held a winner since." "Bosh! There ain't any sooh thxngB as ghosts, is there, Peter?" inquired Jem. who was the lad in charge of Pompey, and whom little Tiny's recital did not appear to have affected pleasantly. "No. of course, there ain't, my lad," ZIOPlied the head roan. "I'll wager you'n see no old Simon to-night, for you'll have to sit up, you know." "Me sit up! What! all by myself?" And Jem's face certainly betokened no pleaetjrable anticipation from his vigil. "Yes! Mr. Morton made me promise that a strict watch should ke kept over the horse, as the betting looked suspicious- Why, you aren't afraid, are you?" Thrns directly appealed to, Jem could not risk the jeers of his fellows by an answer in the affirmative, and aifter another pull at the Scotch expressed himself as ready to face his Satanic majesty himself if neoesaary. "Well, good night. Jem, and mind you don't go to sleep. If you feel drowsy take a turn or two round the rooan—that'll rouse you." Left to himself, with nothing bat the whisky-bottle to appeal to, Jem found it necessary for the maintenance of his courage -whioh was in considerable danger of oozing 3fut at his finger tips—to make several Izefe- rences thereto, and some of the consequccoes thereof were strange. James differed from the majority of stable- belpem, inasmuch as he was not a pawfane man, and averse to taking unnecessary oaths, but he would swear—yes, he'd be hanged if he wouldn't—that a little while ago there wSe only one candle on the table, whereas now there were two. I suppose I'm getting drunk," be solilo Quashed. Pulling himself together with an extraordinary effort, and regaining his legs, he managed to seat himself in a chair, and, assuming a position which was meant to be dignified, but was very much the reverse, he fixed his eyes on the door with the Arm intention of not removing them until the morning. How long he remained in this position he could net tell, bnt presently the door opened and a figure clad in a long black cloak crept stealthily in. Jemmy's first impulse was to speak and ask the visitor his business, but, seeing that he appeared not to notice his presence in the room, our hero deemed caution the beet policy, and determined to watch the course of events. Steadily old Simon-for Jem felt assured the apparition was none other--crept across the room, feeling his way by means of the wall until he neared the stable-door, which he proceeded to slowly open. Now," thought James, is the time for action," and he proceeded to follow his mysterious visitor. No unsteadiness of the legs now! No lack of courage, physical or moral—indeed, the valiant Jem felt he could face a whole regiment of horse-doctors," armed though they were to the teeth. Forward crept old Simon, and by the 1\.M of a dark-lantern which he produced James could see that he was satisfying himself as to the identity of the horse he had come to doctor. Evidently the inspection of Pompey was (satisfactory, for, setting down the lantern, lh- proceeded to feel in his pockets for a smaill round box, from which he took some- thing—Jem could only guess what. Closer and closer to the horse's head he approached, and in a few momenta his fell purpose would be accomplished. Now," thought James, is the time for action." and, jumping up from his place of concealment, he sprang upon the would-be poisoner. Fiercely the latter struggled, for it would, indeed, be a blot upon old Simon's escut- cheon to be taken so easily, and by 31 mere stable lad. Jem had not the least intention of letting him go, however, and the struggle continued until- let go, you fool! What are you doing? Let go of my collar, I say!" "011, no, you ain't going yet, old cock! I've got you this time, and I means to keep you!" "Mean to keep me, do you? Why, wake np. you precious idiot—it's nearly seven o'clock. A pretty sort of watchman you make, I don't think." Recognising the voice as that of Peter, who had come to call him, and gradually becom- ing awake to the situation, Jem rubbed his eyes and exclaimed: "Why, where's old Simon ?" Old Simon? Why, what on earth is the TREDEGARVILLE SCHOOL, CARDIFF.-STANDARDS VI.. & Vil. A beautifully-printed Photograph, mounted on cardboard, ready for framing, of any of the School Classes which have appeared in the "Evening Express" will be Given Free in Exchange for 24 Front Page Headings cut out and sent to this OSloe. fellow talking about? Oh, I twig, you've been dreaming, young 'un, and fancied you'd caught him. Ha! ha! ha!" And Peter laughed till the tears ran down his face, much to Jem's chagrin. A g-lanoe at the whisky bottle, the contents of which had undergone a very considerable diminution, enlightened the head la-d still further as to the cause of Jem's abfuscation, and he insisted on the latter accompanying him to the pump in the yard, where he gave that young gentleman such a taste of the cold water cure" that his eyes were I effectually opened. Returning to the harness-room, a visit was immediately paid to Pompey, who, it was found, had passed a good night, and whose eye was bright and clear, while his legs han-dled as firm to the touch as bars of iron. Jem was, in fact, not a little proud of his charge as lie led him on to the course and afterwards walked at his head as he paraded the paddock. Nor was the confidence of the horse's ou p- porters without justification, and after holding a. good place throughout, the pink cap was carried first past the poet, a gallant wanner by two lengths.

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