Produced by Al Haines [Frontispiece: "Micky's standin' in the track leanin' against Hamilton."] BLISTER JONES By JOHN TAINTOR FOOTE ILLUSTRATED BY JAY HAMBIDGE INDIANAPOLIS THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY PUBLISHERS COPYRIGHT 1913 THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY I dedicate this, my first book, with awe and the deepest affection, to Mulvaney--Mowgil--Kim, and all the wonderful rest of them. J. T. F. A certain magazine, that shall be nameless, I read every month. Not because its pale contents, largely furnished by worthy ladies, contain many red corpuscles, but because as a child I saw its numbers lying upon the table in the "library," as much a part of that table as the big vase lamp that glowed above it. My father and mother read the magazine with much enjoyment, for, doubtless, when its editor was young, the precious prose and poetry of Araminta Perkins and her ilk satisfied him not at all. Therefore, in memory of days that will never come again, I read this old favorite; sometimes--I must confess it--with pain. It chanced that a story about horses--aye, race horses--was approved and sanctified by the august editor. This story, when I found it sandwiched between _Jane Somebody's Impressions Upon Seeing an Italian Hedge_, and three verses entitled _Resurgam_, or something like that, I straightway bore to "Blister" Jones, horse-trainer by profession and gentleman by instinct. "What that guy don't know about a hoss would fill a book," was his comment after I had read him the story. I rather agreed with this opinion and so--here is the book. THE THOROUGHBRED Lead him away!--his day is done, His satin coat and velvet eye Are dimmed as moonlight in the sun Is lost upon the sky. Lead him away!--his rival stands A calf of shiny gold; His masters kneel with lifted hands To this base thing and bold. Lead him away!--far down the past, Where sentiment has fled; But, gentlemen, just at the last, Drink deep!--_the thoroughbred_! CONTENTS I Blister II Two Ringers III Wanted--a Rainbow IV Salvation V A Tip in Time VI Tres Jolie VII Ole Man Sanford VIII Class IX Exit Butsy X The Big Train ILLUSTRATIONS "Micky's standin' in the track leanin' against Hamilton" . . . . . . _Frontispiece_ "Tres Jolie!" he shrieked. "I see the Elefant stamp him." BLISTER JONES BLISTER How my old-young friend "Blister" Jones acquired his remarkable nickname, I learned one cloudless morning late in June. Our chairs were tipped against number 84 in the curving line of box-stalls at Latonia. Down the sweep of whitewashed stalls the upper doors were yawning wide, and from many of these openings, velvet black in the sunlight, sleek snaky heads protruded.