worth one thousand lire or more。 Catherine was sure his color had been changed。 Ferguson said she could not tell。 I thought he looked suspicious。 We all agreed we ought to back him and pooled one hundred lire。 The odds sheets showed he would pay thirty…five to one。 Crowell went over and bought the tickets while we watched the jockeys ride around once more and then go out under the trees to the track and gallop slowly up to the turn where the start was to be。
We went up in the grand…stand to watch the race。 They had no elastic barrier at San Siro then and the starter lined up all the horses； they looked very small way up the track； and then sent them off with a crack of his long whip。 They came past us with the black horse well in front and on the turn he was running away from the others。 I watched them on the far side with the glasses and saw the jockey fighting to hold him in but he could not hold him and when they came around the turn and into the stretch the black horse was fifteen lengths ahead of the others。 He went way on up and around the turn after the finish。
〃Isn't it wonderful；〃 Catherine said。 〃We'll have over three thousand lire。 He must be a splendid horse。〃
〃I hope his color doesn't run；〃 Crowell said； 〃before they pay off。〃
〃He was really a lovely horse；〃 Catherine said。 〃I wonder if Mr。 Meyers backed him。〃
〃Did you have the winner？〃 I called to Meyers。 He nodded。
〃I didn't；〃 Mrs。 Meyers said。 〃Who did you children bet on？〃
〃Japalac。〃
〃Really？ He's thirty…five to one！〃
〃We liked his color。〃
〃I didn't。 I thought he looked seedy。 They told me not to back him。〃
〃He won't pay much；〃 Meyers said。
〃He's marked thirty…five to one in the quotes；〃 I said。
〃He won't pay much。 At the last minute；〃 Meyers said； 〃they put a lot of money on him。〃
〃No。〃
〃Kempton and the boys。 You'll see。 He won't pay two to one。〃
〃Then we won't get three thousand lire；〃 Catherine said。 〃I don't like this crooked racing！〃
〃We'll get two hundred lire。〃
〃That's nothing。 That doesn't do us any good。 I thought we were going to get three thousand。〃
〃It's crooked and disgusting；〃 Ferguson said。
〃Of course；〃 said Catherine； 〃if it hadn't been crooked we'd never have backed him at all。 But I would have liked the three thousand lire。〃
〃Let's go down and get a drink and see what they pay；〃 Crowell said。 We went out to where they posted the numbers and the bell rang to pay off and they put up 18。50 after Japalac to win。 That meant he paid less than even money on a ten…lira bet。
We went to the bar under the grand…stand and had a whiskey and soda apiece。 We ran into a couple of Italians we knew and McAdams； the vice…consul； and they came up with us when we joined the girls。 The Italians were full of manners and McAdams talked to Catherine while we went down to bet again。 Mr。 Meyers was standing near the pari…mutuel。
〃Ask him what he played；〃 I said to Crowell。
〃What are you on； Mr。 Meyers？〃 Crowell asked。 Meyers took out his programme and pointed to the number five with his pencil。
〃Do you mind if we play him too？〃 Crowell asked。
〃Go ahead。 Go ahead。 But don't tell my wife I gave it to you。〃
〃Will you have a drink？〃 I asked。
〃No thanks。 I never drink。〃
We put a hundred lire on number five to win and a hundred to place and then had another whiskey and soda apiece。 I was feeling very good and we picked up a couple more Italians； who each had a drink with us； and went back to the girls。 These Italians were also very mannered and matched manners with the two we had collected before。 In a little while no one could sit down。 I gave the tickets to Catherine。
〃What horse is it？〃
〃I don't know。 Mr。 Meyers' choice。〃
〃Don't you even know the name？〃
〃No。 You can find it on the programme。 Number five I think。〃
〃You have touching faith；〃 she said。 The number five won but did not pay anything。 Mr。 Meyers was angry。
〃You have to put up two hundred lire to make twenty；〃 he said。 〃Twelve lire for ten。 It's not worth it。 My wife lost twenty lire。〃
〃I'll go down with you；〃 Catherine said to me。 The Italians all stood up。 We went downstairs and out to the paddock。
〃Do you like this？〃 Catherine asked。
〃Yes。 I guess I do。〃
〃It's all right； I suppose；〃 she said。 〃But； darling； I can't stand to see so many people。〃
〃We don't see many。〃
〃No。 But those Meyers and the man from the bank with his wife and daughters……〃
〃He cashes my sight drafts；〃 I said。
〃Yes but some one else would if he didn't。 Those last four boys were awful。〃
〃We can stay out here and watch the race from the fence。〃
〃That will be lovely。 And； darling； let's back a horse we've never heard of and that Mr。 Meyers won't be backing。〃
〃All right。〃
We backed a horse named Light For Me that finished fourth in a field of five。 We leaned on the fence and watched the horses go by； their hoofs thudding as they went past； and saw the mountains off in the distance and Milan beyond the trees and the fields。
〃I feel so much cleaner；〃 Catherine said。 The horses were ing back； through the gate； wet and sweating； the jockeys quieting them and riding up to dismount under the trees。
〃Wouldn't you like a drink？ We could have one out here and see the horses。〃
〃I'll get them；〃 I said。
〃The boy will bring them；〃 Catherine said。 She put her hand up and the boy came out from the Pagoda bar beside the stables。 We sat down at a round iron table。
〃Don't you like it better when we're alone？〃
〃Yes；〃 I said。
〃I felt very lonely when they were all there。〃
〃It's grand here；〃 I said。
〃Yes。 It's really a pretty course。〃
〃It's nice。〃
〃Don't let me spoil your fun； darling。 I'll go back whenever you want。〃
〃No；〃 I said。 〃We'll stay here and have our drink。 Then we'll go down and stand at the water jump for the steeplechase。〃
〃You're awfully good to me；〃 she said。
After we had been alone awhile we were glad to see the others again。 We had a good time。
21
In September the first cool nights came； then the days were cool and the leaves on the trees in the park began to turn color and we knew the summer was gone。 The fighting at the front went very badly and they could not take San Gabriele。 The fighting on the Bainsizza plateau was over and by the middle of the month the fighting for San Gabriele was about over too。 They could not take it。 Ettore was gone back to the front。 The horses were gone to Rome and there was no more racing。 Crowell had gone to Rome too； to be sent back to America。 There were riots twice in the town against the war and bad rioting in Turin。 A British major at the club told me the Italians had lost one hundred and fifty thousand men on the Bainsizza plateau and on San Gabriele。 He said they had lost forty thousand on the Carso besides。 We had a drink and he talked。 He said the fighting was over for the year down here and that the Italians had bitten off more than they could chew。 He said the offensive in Flanders was going to the bad。 If they killed men as they did this fall the Allies would be cooked in another year。 He said we were all cooked but we were all right as long as we did not know it。 We were all cooked。 The thing was not to recognize it。 The last country to realize they were cooked would win the war。 We had another drink。 Was I on somebody's staff？ No。 He was。 It was all balls。 We were alone in the club sitting back in one of the big leather sofas。 His boots were smoothly polished dull leather。 They were beautiful boots。 He said it was all balls。 They thought only in divisions and man…power。 They all squabbled about divisions and only killed them when they got them。 They were all cooked。 The Germans won the victories。 By God they were soldiers。 The old Hun was a soldier。 But they were cooked too。 We were all cooked。 I asked about Russia。 He said they were cooked already。 I'd soon see they were cooked。 Then the Austrians were cooked too。 If they got some Hun divisions they could do it。 Did he think they would attack this fall？ Of course they would。 The Italians were cooked。 Everybody knew they were cooked。 The old Hun would e down through the Trentino and cut the railway at Vicenza and then where would the Italians be？ They tried that in 'sixteen； I said。 Not with Germans。 Yes； I said。 But they probably wouldn't do that； he said。 It was too simple。 They'd try something plicated and get royally cooked。 I had to go； I said。 I had to get back to the hospital。 〃Good…by；〃 he said。 Then cheerily； 〃Every sort of luck！〃 There was a great contrast between his world pessimism and personal cheeriness。
I stopped at a barber shop and was shaved and went home to the hospital。 My leg was as well as it would get for a long time。 I had been up for examination three days before。 There were still some treatments to take before my course at the Ospedale。
Maggiore was finished and I walked along the side street practising not limping。 An old man was cutting silhouettes under an arcade。 I stopped to watch him。 Two girls were posing and he cut their silhouettes together； snipping very fast and looking at them； his head on one side。 The girls were giggling。 He showed me the silhouettes before he pasted them on white paper and handed them to the girls。
〃They're beautiful；〃 he said。 〃How about you； Tenente？〃
The girls went away looking at their silhouettes and laughing。 They were nice…looking girls。 One of them worked in the wine shop across from the hospital。
〃All right；〃 I said。
〃Take your cap off。〃
〃No。 With it on。〃
〃It will not be so beautiful；〃 the old man said。 〃But；〃 he brightened； 〃it will be more military。〃
He snipped away at the black paper； then separated the two thicknesses and pasted the profiles on a card and handed them to me。
〃How much？〃
〃That's all right。〃 He waved his hand。 〃I just made them for you。〃
〃Please。〃 I brought out some coppers。 〃For pleasure。〃
〃No。 I did them for a pleasure。 Give them to your girl。〃
〃Many thanks until we meet。〃
〃Until I see thee。〃
I went on to the hospital。 There were some letters； an official one； and some others。 I was to have three weeks' convalescent leave and then return to the front。 I read it over carefully。 Well； that was that。 The convalescent leave started October fourth when my course was finished。 Three weeks was twenty…one days。 That made October twenty…fifth。 I told them I would not be in and went to the restaurant a little way up the street from the hospital for supper and read my letters and the Corriere Della Sera at the table。 There was a letter from my grandfather； containing family news； patriotic encouragement； a draft for two hundred dollars； and a few clippings； a dull letter from the priest at our mess； a letter from a man I knew who was flying with the French and had gotten in with a wild gang and was telling about it； and a note from Rinaldi asking me how long I was going to skulk in Milano and what was all the news？ He wanted me to bring him phonograph records and enclosed a list。 I drank a small bottle of chianti with the meal； had a coffee afterward with a glass of cognac； finished the paper； put my letters in my pocket； left the paper on the table with the tip and went out。 In my room at the hospital I undressed； put on pajamas and a dressing…gown； pulled down the curtains on the door that opened onto the balcony and sitting up