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When the midget was mounted, my friend, him- 

 self " a paddy," said to him, " Mind ye' here, Martin, 

 uts winnin' this race ye'll be, but it's not be a length av 

 a shtreet ! Just come along home quiet and com- 

 fortable, wid just a length in front av the next to ye. 

 Is it understandin' ye are, ye little gossoon ? " 



" Aw faith, Misther Terrance, uts meself as knows 

 phwhat ter deu, and uts doin' ut oi'll be ! " 



But to the amazement of the trainer-owner, no 

 sooner was the " off" signalled than Martin was seen 

 to shoot his mount out, and coming along hell for 

 leather, to win by a dozen lengths. He entered the 

 paddock gates grinning from ear to ear ; and here his 

 employer, boiling with righteous wrath, met him. 



" Oi've done ut, Misther Terrie," yelped the lad 

 in high glee. 



" Done ut ? " gasped Terrance, " Oi shud think 

 ye have done ut ! YeVe exposed me colt, and now 

 phwat chance will that same be having in the next 

 handicap ? Phwat did I tell yez, ye blitherin* little 

 omadhaun ? I told ye to win by a length of yez 

 mount and not be the length av a shtreet ! " 



" Aw faith, I knows, Misther Terrance," mur- 

 mured the now sobering child ; " but ye see, whin we 

 was loined up, uts meself as was squozed in atween 



Misther and Misther (naming the Robber 



Chief of the Ring, and his lieutenant, the terror of the 

 lesser fry and apprentices, and the despair of the handi- 

 cappers, but withal very capable and " fashionable " 



