HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1948-7-21, Page 211,
Ebb -Tide
Of Fear
By
FERN AUBLE
Eddie Ritcher closed the 'toepital
char gently. He stood outside for
t moment, his eyes narrowed
thoughtfully. Inside, his wife lay
quietly, a gentle smile curring her
lips as she held Eddie's promise to
ber heart.
Don't you worry your pretty little
head about anything, Mary," he had
told her, his eyes earnest and Icv-
Ing• "Everything's going to he all
right. I've got the promise of a
fine new job and we won't have to
worry about bills or expenses or
anything from now on."
Eddie Richter. out -time money
rider. Even yet, jockeys throughout
the racing world talked of him with
more than a little awe. He was a
sort of shining star toward which
silk -clad figures, up for the first time
in a classic of sleek horseflesh,
groped for inspiration. For Eddie
Richter had been an inspired rider.
That is, until the day he was up
on Gallowing Wind, the great chest-
nut mare that had startled the en-
tire racing world with her amazing
bursts of speed.
On the day in question, he looked
at the track nervously. It had
drizzled all night and the course was
a sea of mud. The horses were
brought to the barrier, and Eddie
leaned over Galloping Wind's neck
and spoke to her reassuringly. She
tossed her head and reared. The
horses broke raggedly and Gallop-
ing Wind, on the outside, ran last.
At the three-quarter post, Eddie
leaned over and said coaxingly,
"Come on, girt, now's the time.
You can do it. Why, the rest of
those bangtails can't touch you for
speed. Come on, now, let's show
'em."
Galloping Wind lengthened her
stride in response to the appeal in
Eddit's voice. She moved up, mak-
ing her bid. And then, with victory
within grasp, Galloping Wind
stumbled and went down with
Eddie under her.
When they got him out, the Doc
shook his head as he went over
Just One of 120,000 — Sizing
up one of the chickens which
his thoroughly modern plant
near Seaforth turns out in im-
mense and profitable quantities
is N, \V. \Vhite—a man who
has made a large-scale success
of the poultry business, and
who encourages others to go
into it. At present he is help-
ing a young married veteran to
get established in the business
tn. the same vicinity. Other
pictures of the White estab-
lishment, taken exclusively for
these pages, appear elsewhere
in this issue.
Eddie's body with knowing fingers.
"I don't know," he said doubtfully,
"he's pretty much bunged up. \Ve
can tell more after we get hint to
the hospital and have X-rays
taken."
Ile lay there four months, his
broken body an intolerable agony.
The pain wouldn't have been so
bad, if he could have gotten the
picture out of his mind of lying
under Galloping Wind, the thunder
of flying hoofs coming toward him.
Something had gone out of Eddie
then and been replaced by fear.
When he came out of the hospital,
he and Mary faced the fact that
their savings were gone. Things got
steadily worse. Eddie didn't know
anything but horses and horse
racing and he couldn't endure the
sight of a horse.
Finally, matters caste to a climax
when Mary had to be rushed to the
hospital for an emergency opera-
tion. She came through all right.
but behind the love in her eyes
there was worry too.
As he stood outside the door,
Eddie came to his decision. He left
the hospital and turned toward the
track and to George Graybar. Gray -
bar, fabult ,sly wealthy sportsman,
owner of the Graybar stables from
which had come Shooting Cornet,
Whirlwind, Highpockets and a host
of other famous horses—and Gallop.
ing Wind.
Something in Eddie's £ace brought
a welcoming smile from Graybar.
"Well, it's about time, Eddie," he
boosted. "I wondered how long it
would be before you'd be around td
see me"
They walked out to the stables,
to the smell of clean hay and the
nickering of the horses in their
stalls. When they came to the last
stall, there was Galloping Wind.
The great horse stretched out her
neck and nuzzled softly. Eddie
swallowed the lump in his throat as
he turned to Graybar who was
watching them.
"She remembers mel" Eddie's
eyes were shining. "When can 1
ride her, sir?" There was a great
excitement in his eyes.
Eddie had come home.
The End
Gorilla Warfare
In African Jungle
Driving ten thousand miles through
Africa to open up a new north -south
route for a motoring organization
brought many exciting experiences to
Hubert Engert. During his travels
he also photographed large numbers
of strange birds and beasts, as well
as arranging for some gorillas to be
captured for the London Zoo.
The gorillas provided some hair-
raising moments. Once, at sunset, he
walked right into a bunch of nearly
thirty of them. "They're amazing
beasts weighing up to thirty stone,"
he said. "A gorilla will snake a charge
screaming blue murder. If you turn
to run, well—you've had it. If you
stand your ground he'll funk it at the
last moment and tum into the bush.
The females shinned up and down
hundred -foot trees as fast as monkeys
on sticks, while the males shook the
bushes, beat their chests and yelled
rude words at me. It was absolute
pandemonium."
The New Look hasn't reached the
jungle yet, at least, the New Look as
the Western world knows it. "But I
did see one fellow," said Engert,
"wearing a lady's white linen blouse,
with puffed sleeves and elastic waist
and nothing else but a spear, while
his wife looked particularly fetching
with a natty piece of ivory through
her nose and nothing else at all!"
Hard To Find
The landlady assured the new
boarder that his room was furnished
with a genuine feather bed. He took
the room, At three the next morning
he limped to the landlady's door and
yelled. "Ivfadam, would you mind
cooling and helping me lookfor the
feather:"
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