MORVICH 



dense masses of men packing the outer rail to 

 and beyond the quarter pole. In the infield 

 were thousands upon thousands of lesser folk. 

 Indeed, someone said there were 50,000 there, 

 and that Governor Morrow of the State was 

 taking the occasion to address them upon 

 naught other than the subject of myself — my 

 career. 



Ah, but when I appeared on the track, you 

 should have heard the clamor. It seemed to 

 me it would rend the heavens above, or shatter 

 my ears. Sweeter music was never heard. How 

 now expect the Governor to hold attention. 

 "Morvich! Morvich!" was the cry from all 

 sections. 



And up in the clubhouse, in his box, sat Mr. 

 Block, cold to all outward appearance, but a 

 gleam in his eye all the same. And somewhere 

 near was Mr. Burlew, surrounded by friends, 

 and the one glimpse I caught of him showed 

 him far from cool, though keeping himself in 

 hand. 



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