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THE CHINA MAIL FRIDAY SUPPLEMENT, OCTOBER 11, 1940.

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on his bag, and spent a delirious hour counting his gains.

"What do you think of it, Mr. Evans?”, asked his partner anxi- ously....

"Money for nothing," snid Evans, "If Scrow had won instead of Brissell, I'd have been able to retire. We'll settle up to-mor- row, Abe."

Mr. Abe Slow looked dubious. "Better, settle to-night," he sug- gested. "That's the custom in the

ed free of all charge to. Epsom Tattenham Corner Station, sitting Downs, with the chance of cold meat sandwiches and bottled beer" thrown in.. Thus they progressed through Streatham and Ewell, the cynosure of all eyes, and thus they came, Mrs. Lube furtively holding her lodger's hand (for her hus- band was driving and her grand- father was asleep) to the Downs. To Educated Evans, the day on which the Great Metropolitan Stakes was decided had been a day of splendour and glory. For the first few minutes of his ex-. profession." perience, he was embarrassed, Educated Evans gracefully bow- alike by the new patent-leather ed to the custom and paid out one satchel he carried over his shoul- quarter of his winnings, der, and by the bundle of tickets which he gripped in his moist hand. But the novelty appealed to him. The result of the first rade, in which, by some miracle, nobody amongst his ever-growing list of clients backed the winner, no less than the delightful con- sequence of the second race. where the only person who did back the winner never troubled to claim his money gave him a confidence which might have had disastrous consequences, but for his attendant book-keeper.

"Don't go shouting twenty to one the field. Mr. Evans," begged Abe, beads of perspiration on his face. "It's all right now, because they think you're kidding.”

"What shall I say?" asked Evans.

"Say "Five to one bar one.'" said the practical Abe.

"What do I bar?" asked Evans, interested.

"Anything they want to back," said Mr. Slow.

He had behind him, supported on two sticks. a. banner, painted overnight:

EDUCATED EVANS The World's Famous Turf Accountant No way barred.

No Limit. Same address for Fifty years. And possibly it was true that his fame had gone abroad, for a stream of punters flowed steadily. in his direction, and his satchel grew heavy with illicit silver. Mr. Evans went home that night from

He was now so 'engrossed in his new occupation that he almost forgot to send out his Five Pound Special, and would have done so for the City and Suburban had not The Miller happened along providentially.

it

"Taping is a cert," said Evans. "It's waste of money to send out."

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It was fortunate for all con- cerned that, having passed this piece of information on to who received it with every evid- ence of scepticism and scorn, Evans had not time to set in mo- tion the duplicator which a child could work, and was deprived of blasphemy.

Camden Town an excuse for

a

chill

A fair morning, with wind blowing; the green, rolling Downs, and a sky flecked with light, vaporous clouds; and a song in the heart of Educated Evarts.

IT

was being released from his work of bondage, preparatory to his being allowed to feed, free of all cost, on the grass provided by the Epsom ratepayers. It was an an- cient wagonette; the weather- worn sides were covered with linen streamers, excitingly inscrib ed: whilst diagonally, and sup- ported by two clothes-props on the wagonette, was a banner even more urgent and boastful titan Mr. Evans's.

EDUCATED SAM The One and Only Camden Town

Turf Prophet and Adviser! Inventor of the Midnight Special. Paddy What a beauty'1 What a beauty! Beware of Imitators !!! The placards on the sides were to the same effect.

"Educated Sam!" gasped Evans, growing purple. "Look at the old perisher"

Seated in the back was the patriarchal figure of Sam himself, his whiskers crumpled on his bosom, his mittened hands clasp- cd on his stomach, a hat a size or so too large crushed down över his cars, for he was sleeping peace. fully, despite the proddings of a red-faced female in black silk.

"Wake up, grandfatlier," she said sharply. "You're "ere."

Old Sam opened his eyes and -stared round.

"Wake up, grandfather.; Look, there's the race-orses!"

He glowered owlishly at the course, where half a dozen gaily attired riders were cantering up towards the five-furlong post.

"Got the cards ready, grand- father?” Mrs. Lube was visibly agitated. "Go on, Alf, say a few words."

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maker. I'll lay any price you like Greek Bachelor”

doing?" "Here, what are you asked Abe, in a ferocious whis- per. "You can't go laying Afty to one against horses."

The crowd was bigger than on the previous day. New clients re-

West Lake (Mr. L. B. Chao up), winner of the First Sec- cognised him with a smirk. One

tion of the Jordan Handicap Jast Saturday. helped to erect the banner with the strange device, and was re-

horses were not a novelty, Old warded. Evans examined the Alf was a stocky man with Sàm drew water for them at the book with a professional air, rustl- ginger hair and a drooping ginger Red Lion for a penny a time, am- ed the cards between his fingers, moustache. He was something til somie interfering society put on and:

of an orator, having sold patent a horse trough, thus robbing the "I'll lay on the City! Four to medicines in the public streets in poor of their livelihood). "Take one Taping, four to one Taping. the days of his youth. He got up a look at him, and tell me, ladies Ten tu one De Orsey, ten to one on the driving seat and became and gentlemen, if a man like that De. Orsey.

talkative, and Evans listened spell- could tell a liel Old Sam is one of the most famous educated men as his bound."

in the country. He's writ books”

And then he stopped,

"IT'S SUCH A RELIEF.

TO PHONE MY ORDERS

THESE HOT DAYS!"

???

I'll

I'll lay a hundred to one," said Evans rashly. "Come on

an 'undred to roll up orie.

his

eyes fell upon a horrific sight. "Educated Sam!" he groaned

Evans in the days of his youth Near to his pitch a wagonette was hollowly. "Well, of dll the

had been a runner. He did not drawn up, and its emaciated horse sauce

"You're a liar!" roared the run as fast as Greek Bachelor, but And then a brilliant idea struck exasperated Evans from his pitch. he beat his field by a longer 'dis- him.

"He can't write his own name, the tance. He ran into the landscape, "Friends one and all!" His thievin' old gin-hawk!”

so to speak, and by-and-by that strident voice might have been "He's writ books," said the un-portion of the howling mob which heard in the grandstand, half a perturbed Alf, watching with had not taken his satchel and mile away. "This

boozing old some satisfaction the spectacle of divided his money, gave up the 'ourd is trying to rob me of my Educated Evans dancing from one chase and went back to. the sport living! He's no more educated foot to the other in his impotent of kings. than than you are. lay rage. "Arid they've been bought Abe Slow, who, belying twice the market odds against and sold, as is well known. He's name, was just behind him, shout- anything. he tips.?

come down here to give you the ed the news, but still Evans ran winner of the City from informa- and did not stop until he stagger- tion received.

ed up to the gates of a great When the first of the tips came mansion. Here the collapsed, and Mr. to Educated Evans, he laughed when Abe came up to him long and scornfully.

Evans Was receiving first-aid "Circek Bachelor? I'll lay you from two uniformed attendants. fifty to one," he said recklessly. · "What's this place?" iie gasped, "I'll lay anybody filty to one as he opened his eyes. Greek Bachelor!" he roared. "I'll "Banstead Lunatic Asylum,” lay 'em a hundred to one Greek said one of the men. Bachelor. That horse ain't got no more chance of winning this cele- brated race than the far-famed Cleopatra, the well-known needle.

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Mrs. Lube listened aghast. She climbed up the wagonette by the side of her drowsy ancestor.

""Go on, graridfather," she hiss- ed. "Tip something."

Old Sam pondered a moment, stroking his beard.

"What's running?" he asked cautiously, Alf, the barker; turn- ed with a marked card.

"That sounds good-tip that." "Not for this race, grandfath- er," his intelligent grand-daughter protested. "Tip it for the City. If you give one for this race and it don't win, you'll get no more cus- tomers."

"What about Taping?" asked Alf anxiously.

"Look at 'em conspiring togeth- er!" sneered Evan's raucously. "They've never so much as seen a race-horse wag his tail."

So excited was he that He did .no business on the first race, which was well for him..for a hot fav→ ourite won; and little business on 'the second race. It was only when they began betting on the City and Suburban that he came to realise his vanishing opportun ities.

What about De Orsey?". Old Sam. "He won a race the. other day."

"A selling race," said Alf

"He won a race," said the old -man doggedly. "I see it in the paper. De Orsey!"

Alf and his wife exchanged glances.

"Taping, won a race, too," said

Alf.

"And it's gasler to write, grand- father," said Mrs. Lube, who did most of the clerical work.

"De Orsey." murmured Old Sam, and dozed off again.

Suddenly Mrs. Lube uttered: a squeak and pointed to their guest.

"Greck. *. you married?”.

Mr. Dimitrl's mouth was full of sandwich, but he shook his head

"Greek Bachelor!” screamed Mrs. Lube, purple in the face, "Go on, Alf-bark dt!”.

Alf was a good barker, and an example of his style may not be out of place,

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of the grand old men -of-the turf, Ha's looked after more forses than any trainer going" (which was trule, for, in the days ("when"

Abe Slow's lips curled. "You don't want to go no fur- ther, Evans," he said bitterly.

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