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CLANCY AND HIS ADVICE. "Ray, Tim." cried Mike Clancy, as he climbed up the steps of the ci aiidstand at Jamaica a few minutes before the running of 1he Excelsior Handicap and got a seat BCuMe Timothy D. Sullivan, I want to advise yes agin bettin on DsCthCT Gardner. He aint a ginxl horse at all. If 7. v*iiits to win a bet. why this boss W. EL Carey is the best in the world. I seen him vim out in Califoray this winter and be kin beat all the Doc-Iher Gardners that ever lived." • Keep yer tips to yerself," said Big Tim. "Dr. Gardner is a great racehorse and will win." "Are yez goiu to he I •u hiin." queried Clancy. Sure. was the reply. "Thiii. I want to tell yez that youll be Barry whin Carey -wins." They were crowding around the "Big Fellow" after the victory, when Sullivau caught sight of Clancy on the edge of the mob. "Come here, .Mike." said Timothy, with an M sinned scowl. "How could you tip a horse that is n.uiicd after Carey, the informer, hey." "Is he.-" exclaimed Clancy. "Why didnt yez tell me thai whin 1 was talkin to yea before 1 Id a bet on the Docther sure." Then everybody roared.
