MORVICH 



have heard Mr. Block say, "but I did not want 

 one on my hands who was not a real racer. I 

 had many chances to become an owner, of 

 course, but never accepted them until I saw 

 Morvich." 



Ah, but that was what I needed. That was 

 the kind of talk to ease me of the growing 

 bitterness so foreign to me. For, naturally, I 

 am of a sunny disposition, and with such talk 

 in my ears how I did run after that. The next 

 three races, all unimportant, I took without 

 the least bit of trouble. They were an ordinary, 

 over-night condition affair at Aqueduct, July 2; 

 the Sparkhill Purse at Empire City, July 9, and 

 a condition race at the same track, July 20. 



The next month I was taken to the Saratoga 

 track. This time I travelled as a thoroughbred 

 should travel, with trainer, exercise boy and 

 special detective. I was becoming a horse of 

 some importance. My races had been only 

 ordinary ones so far, but my owners had high 

 hopes of me. So high, indeed, that on the eve 



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