And Now
a Little
Racing.
Eve, momentarily weary of well-doing, goes for a holiday and a day’s racing
On every hand, with that air of mystery so necessary to all real racing “heads,” her admirers urge her to back Mr. Jolly Soel’s horse, which she is proceeding to do. When—
—she catches sight of a jockey whose looks attract her, and whose colours satisfy her artistic sense. Naturally she puts “her shirt” (as Adam so vulgarly expressed it) on his mount
Her attendant Adams scoff at her foolishness, and Eve has many anxious moments as the race proceeds—
