"
There had been many nods of approval at this statement, and I had gone
to the Dillon party for consolation. But when I reached their
apartments I had found the judge more silent than ever, and Mrs. Dillon
as nervous as myself. Only Miss Goodloe appeared as usual. Her drawl
was soothingly indolent. She seemed entirely oblivious of any
tenseness in the atmosphere, and I caught myself wondering what was
behind those lazy-lidded blue eyes.
Back in the lobby once more I had found it worse than ever--so many
were against the favorite. I had about decided that our hopes were
doomed, when a call boy summoned me to the desk with the statement,
"Gentleman to see you, sir."
There I had found Blister and I fairly hugged him as he explained that
he had dropped in on the way to his "joint," as he called his hotel.
"Listenin' to the knockers?" he asked, reading me at once. "Furget
it--them ole mint juleps is dead 'n' buried. You'll go dippy if you
fall fur that stuff."
"But the weight!" I gasped.
"Say, they've got you goin' right, ain't they?" Blister exclaimed.
"Now listen! _She can carry the grand-stand 'n' come home on the bit_!
Get that fixed in your nut, 'n' then hit the hay."
"Thanks, I believe I shall," I said, and I had followed his advice,
though it was long until sleep came to me.
But now as the blue-gray housetops of Louisville sparkled with tiny
points of light, and the window-panes swam with pink-gold flame, I
looked out over the still sleeping city and laughed aloud at my fears
of the night before.
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