Wallingford, although he had seen the show until it made him deathly weary, went along and sat with Block in a stage box. During one of the dull spots the horseman turned to his companion very suddenly. "This Beauty Phillips could carry an awful handicap and still take the Derby purse," he announced. "She beats any filly of her hands and age I ever saw on a card." "She certainly does," assented J. Rufus, suave without, but irritated within. "I see you training around with her all through the meet. Steady company, I guess." "Oh, we're very good friends; that's all," replied Wallingford with such nonchalance as he could muster. "Nothing in earnest, then?" "Not a thing." "Then I believe I will enter the handicap myself, that is if you don't think you can haul down the purse." "Go in and win," laughed J. Rufus, concealing his trace of self-humiliation. He had no especial interest in Beauty Phillips, but he did not exactly like to have her taken away from him. It was too much in evidence that he was a loser. However, he was distinctly "down and out" just now, for Beauty Phillips quite palpably exerted her fascinations in the direction of that box, and Jake Block was most obviously "hooked;" so much so that at supper he revealed his interest most unmistakably, and parted from them reluctantly at the curb, feeling silly but quite determined. Wallingford made no allusion to Miss Phillips' capture of the horseman, even after they had reached the flat, where he had gained the rare privilege of calling, and where the Beauty's "mother" always remained in the parlor with them, awake or asleep. Rather sheepishly, J. Rufus produced from his pocket a newspaper clipping of the following seductive advertisement, which he passed over to the Beauty: BOSTON. Yesterday we slipped across, for the benefit of our happy New York and Brooklyn subscribers, that juicy watermelon, _Breezy_, a ten to one shot and the play on this section of hot dog was so strong it put a crimp in the bookies as deep as the water jump. To-morrow we have another lallapalooza at long odds that will waft under the wire and have the blanket on about the time the field is kicking dust at the barrier. This peacherino has been under cover throughout the meeting, but to-morrow it will be ripe and you want to get in on the killing. Will wire you the name of this pippin for five dollars; full service twenty dollars a week. NATIONAL CLOCKERS' ASSOCIATION. "I fell for this," he explained, after she had read it with a sarcastic smile; "poked a fi'muth in a letter cold, and let 'em have it." The Beautiful One regarded him with pity.