off at Pimlico, so I ships
him to Miss Goodloe, 'n' writes her to turn him out fur three or four
months.

"It ain't a year from the time we leaves Miss Goodloe standin' in the
road till then. Salvation wins his every start. He's copped off forty
thousand bucks. I guess that's goin' some!

"When the season closes I goes through Kentucky on my way South, 'n' I
takes a jump over from Loueyville to see the colt. Miss Goodloe's
bought a hundred acres around her little house, 'n' the colt's turned
out in a nice bluegrass field. We're standin' watchin' him, when she
puts somethin' in my pocket. I fishes it out 'n' it's a check fur five
thousand bucks.

"'I've been paid what's comin' to me,' I says. 'Nothin' like this
goes.'

"'Oh, yes, it does!' she says. 'I have investigated since you told me
that _story_. Trainers do _not_ pay expenses on other people's horses.
Now, put that back in your pocket or I will be mortally offended.'

"'I don't need it,' I says.

"'Neither do I,' she says. 'I haven't told you--guess what I've been
offered for Salvation?'

"'I give it up,' I says.

"'Fifty thousand dollars,' she says. 'What do you think of that?'

"'Are you goin' to sell?' I asks her.

"'Certainly not,' she says.

"'He'll earn twice that in the stud,' I says. 'Who makes you the
offer--Mr. Dillon?'

"'No, a New York man,' she says. 'I guess Mr. Dillon has lost interest
in him.'

"I guess he hasn't,' I says. 'I seen him at Pimlico, 'n' he was worse
'n ever.'

"'Did--did he still feed him sugar?' she says, but she don't look at me
while she's gettin' it out.

"'You bet he did,' I says.

"'Shall you see him again?' she asks me.

"'Yes'm, I'll see him at New Awlins,' I says.

"'You may tell him,' she says, her face gettin' pink, 'that as far as
my horse is concerned I haven't changed my mind.'

"On the way back to the house I gets to thinkin'.

"'I'm goin' round to the kitchen 'n' say hello to Aunt Liza,' I says to
Miss Goodloe.

"Liza's glad to see me this time--mighty glad.

"'Hyah's a nice hot fried cake fo' you, honey,' she says.

"'This ain't no fried cake,' I says. 'This is a doughnut.'

"'You ain' tryin' to tell _me_ what a fried cake is, is you?' she says.

"'Aunt Liza,' I says to her while I'm eatin' the doughnut, 'I sees Mr.
Jack Dillon after he's been here, 'n' he acts like he'd had a bad time.
Did you take a poker to him, too?'

"'No, sah,' she says. 'Miss Sally tended to h