MORVICH 



to be held Aug. 31, the closing day, the Hopeful 

 Stakes. 



The day of the great race dawned bright and 

 clear, but the track was reported slow. That 

 was the first sign of luck in a day that was 

 filled with them, for while some racers break 

 their hearts on a slow track I have the wind 

 and the heart to plough through. Call it game- 

 ness, call it what you will. I run my best when 

 there are obstacles to be overcome. And, on 

 this point, too, I have heard men talk outside 

 my stall, saying it was so with humans, that 

 those travelled the farthest who travelled the 

 hardest roads in their youth. 



Another sign of luck was the shortening of 

 the price against me to 6 to 5 and 13 to 10. 

 But, greatest sign of luck of all, was the an- 

 nouncement that Runstar would be entered 

 against me. At last. At last I would have my 

 chance to fight it out with that young fellow 

 whose handsome graces had won the hearts of 

 the stables where I was born, that favorite of 



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