A ————
face within 1t, lay open in the stranger's RE-AWAKENED MEMORY.
hand.
A flush dyed Avis’ face,
“Pardon me,” Sibyl Meredith said;
“it lay open and—and——" Then after
a pause: “You are Avis Leigh, whom
Vere St, George loves, Girl, you saved |
rob a wife of her husband, the bride
of her bridegroom? Oh, shame, that
any one could humble me with the |
thought!”
{ He then pleadel ss a man might |
plead for his very life!” but she only |
shook her hand,
HORSE NOTES.
Accepted.
FASHION NOTES.
How many years it's lain away,
Unknown, unread, unseen,
The litile song | sent one day
To that gre it magazine!
How Often a Very Simple Thing May | ~1tose is to be one of the favorite
Restore the Connection. i colors for elegant evening wear this
{ winter, There are exquisite new shades
of this color, both pale and decided in
hue,
~I'be jockey Meaton will ride for
W. L. Scott next season,
~The b. g. Rex., record 2,22, by
For i was very young indeed, Orion, dam Mary Bell, is dead.
-
With hopes of rosy tint;
1 thought [ &'en might live to seo
My little song In print,
But only now, when I am gray,
And life is fleeting (ast,
The longed for—after long delay —
“Accepted comes at last
And in the joy it brings to me
There lurks a mournful doubt
If I shall ever live to see
That little song *‘come out.*”
For magazines are fresh and sfrong,
They grow not old and gray;
And though it's true that ‘Art is
"Tis not so long as they.
Fei)
But we—awe fadel With bitter pain
I learn that well-worn truth
Alas! I shall not live to gain
The cherished hope of youth,
{ shall not hear my little song
By others read or sung;
1 feel 1 cannot live so long—
I am no longer young!
RR I IR
HER EVIL GENIUS.
will,
in sunny hair, from his memory, It
day, when, with white, woeful face, and
tear-fillzd eyes, she cried out that he
had oroken her heart.
“It was cruel!” she cried, **it was un- |
just, anmanly, and unfair! You spoke |
words of love to me, and I believed |
you—earth was heaven for the bright
summer past, and all the time another |
woman held your promise, another wo- |
man wore your ring, and had listened,
before I saw your face, to your vows of
love.”
“I never loved her,” Vere St. George
said; **you, and you alone, are the one |
love of my life, You must believe this,
Avis; you must aot think me a scoun- |
drel”
Avis Leigh smiled half-pitifully, half- |
scornfully, |
**How that would lessen your right to
the title I cannot see,” she said quietly, |
«*%it would be no worse, nor even as
bad, to woo me, while you loved and |
were ongsged to another, than to win
her with words of love, make her your
promised wife, and then be false to |
your vows, It makes iittle difference |
i
which you love—nothing can excuse |
Vere's face flashed hotly, for he knew |
that Avis spoke the truth; but love for
her had been conqueror over every |
other feeling-——even honor itself had |
been hushed silent for a while; but
there was, if no excuse, at least some |
extenuation of hus conduot.
Before he had ever even seen this |
fair-faced Avis Leigh, Sibyl Meredith |
had come to his mother's home to make |
it bers—Sibyl Meredith, the orphan |
-—a friend to whom size_owed the very
gift of life itself, who Id saved her
from death ut the nsk of her own life
when they were both girls,
Sibyl was about nineteen years old |
then, a bnliiant dark-eyed girl, with a
rarely beautiful face, a crown of ebon |
hair, and royally graceful in every
movement,
Sibyl Meredith, though beautiful as |
woman seldom is, ssemed to care for |
nothing or no one save Vere and his
mother, They seemed to be her world, |
and Vere, man like, felt flattered.
. How it happened Vere could not |
very well tell, only it was his mother’s |
wish, and then the girl was so beantiful |
herself, and yet— and yet i
Well, he hada not the slightest inten. |
tion of ssking her to be his wife that |
summer afternoon, but somehow they |
had strayed down past cliffs and crags, |
away to the woodland beyond, and then |
the thunder and lightoing had broken |
so suddenly over them, and Sibyl was |
frightened and clung to him, and he |
in tho passion of the moment bent his |
head and kissed the trembling lips, and |
called her darling.
After that—well, he had made a fool |
of himself; he would not be a kuoave, |
80 he asked Sibyl! to be his wife, and |
she had answered hin yes,
He was satisfied enough for a while; |
he did net love the little dark-eyed |
beauty, and lately he had come to feel |
with n vague uneasiness that there was
something under all the soft childish. |
he could not nnderstand.
But she had promised to be his wife,
and his ring glittered on her finger;
learned what love meant ate,
abiding tove that thrilled his heart with
its very presence,
In vain he struggled against the spel!
gf Ber fair face and the glint of her
yellow Lair, but love conquered every
other thougut, and he put the memory
of his faith to Sibyl aside, showing
Avis his love in every word and look,
knowing all along, however, that he
was noting the part of a villain, but
Pleading his love to himeeil as his ex-
ouse,
One evening he pleaded with Avis to
become his wife-—to give herself to his
for once and for ever, .
“1 cannot wait, my darling,” he said,
“Oh, Avis, will you not listen to me?”
She raised her clear pure eyes to his
face, half startled by the vehemence of
his manner,
“There 1s some reason, Vers, why
you urgo me to a cecref, hasty roar
riage?” she said. ‘There is something
Save hidden from me. What is it,
ere?’
What could he do then but tell her
the truth, for she would find it out
Iater—toli her the truth, and ask her to
n him and Meteo to him for their
love's sake?
Bat Avis ouly tarned away in pas.
lomate despair, and then he canght her
“You must listen to me, Avis! My
darling, my darling, have mercy on
mel” ho “Do not wreck my
She smited bitterly,
fel ¢
- a”
“You never loved m2!” he cried pas-
| sionately.,
| “You oan believe as you like,
answered coldly; and we had better
| part now forever.”
{ He longed to clasp her in his arms,
"
| kiss, one never-to-be-forgotten caress;
| but he felt he dare not, sud with white
| set face he turned away,
| Onee he turned and looked back; she
| stood still where he had left her, her
| fair young face still turned towards
him, perfectly ealm now, though white
{ and weary looking
| “She never loved me!” he cried again.
{ “Never loved him!" Avis said to her-
self with a pitiful smile, “Oh, Heaven
help me how much and how welll” and
then, her agony conquering her, she
sank down upon her knees—sank down,
| white and shivering, and knelt there
{ till the evening shadows fell, and “the
{ pale moon came out with her train of
{ ghttering stars; and then she rose
| white as death, and stole to her own
| room, only to sink down again, this
time in blessed unconsciousness.
with flowers, but looked cold and
| dreary enough now,
Inside, however, there was light and
| breast, and standing at the mantelpiece
a man, the expression of whose face, at
the moment was perfectly unreadable,
It might be love, it might be hate, or
a mixture of both, that filled his bhand-
“This must end, Sibyl,” he said.
I feel you will play
There is some
me false in some way.
Th: woman leaped to her feet and
faced him with passionate glowing eyes,
“You cannot trust me?” she cried.
What I am, you have made me, and
yet I loved you once,”
The man's face grew dark,
“Loved me once! Then you do not
love me now?”
“No,” she cried, “only for her sake,
whom I love better than my life, am 1
still your slave.”
The man's clasp
tightened on her
to play; but if you turn traitor you will
pever look on Esa's face agmin, and
you know [I generally manage to keep
promises. Become Vere St
George's wile, and give me the sum of
or her again.
The woman kneeling there is Bibyl
Mereditk, the betrothed wife of Vere
St. Gorge.
It was a bright clear day overhead,
the ice is most
of fair faces and brilliant costumes.
Oae of the skators on the ice is Sibyl
Meredith, looking singularly beautiful
back, from under th: little velvet cap,
made to match the dress, both being
trimmed with silver fox.
At a little distance from the pond
of wistful pain.
Avis Leigh has changed greatly since
was not a nature to love lightly, and
her heart could never Jove agin,
The dream had been perilousiyjsweet,
but the awakening was terribly cruel,
The lovely face is very pale now, the
sweet lips, hall drooping, seeming to
know no longer how to smi'e, and the
roundness has left her cheeks,
to blow her away,
Her eves turn now to a little dark-
eyed girl who is venturesome enough to
walk quite a distance on the iee, then
run back again, seeming to enjoy it
with a child's merriment,
Suddenly a ory leaves Avis’ hips, a
ery of warning to the fearless child,
who has dashed out on a thin shell of
ice marked dangerous.
Avis' lips, and one franght with more
realize her danger, turns to run back;
but all too late, for with the same slow
crushing sound, followed by a crash,
the ice parts, and the little one disap-
in the water.
More than one rushes to a certain dis.
tance; none venture farther, and at the
upper end, where the better skaters are
assembled, and among them Sibyl Mer.
edith, the accident has not yot been
noticed,
than safety. Then a slim girlish form,
who was not among the skaters, dashes
past them, and before a braath could be
drawn, is down in the very spot where
the little one sank,
A momenta minute of suspense,
during which pele faces grew still paler,
and during which the people could
hear their own heartbeats, and then
Avis had come up, the little one clasped
in her arms,
From every heart there rose n ory of
thankfuluess, for the most cowardly
could not help appreciating the bravery
of the girl —a ory of thankfuluess
echoed again, when the little cae and
her preserver were in safely, and then
~ «then the lady in the blue velvet snd
fux-fur eame down from the upp lake,
Her eyes fell first on Avis, whose
ayes bad elosed in unconsciousncss, and
then on the little girl,
With a wild ery she caught the hittle
one in her arms,
Ty the nearest cottage,
vis to
and abe woke to
then, suddenly: * o you think I would
round
mine: and if 1 am lost to all other feel-
| ng, I love her better than my life.”
| “I would not tell you, only that if it
| brings me death, I sm going to atons
| for my past by my confession, but be.
| fore I po, answer me one simple ques-
| tion: “Do you love Vere St, George?”
Impelied by something ia the dark
eyss fixed upon her face, a faint “yes”
fell irom Avis’ lips, and before she
| could frame another word, the stranger
had left the room, Next day Vere St,
| George was standing in the garden,
when suddenly Sibyl stood before him,
and something in her face for the mom-
ent made his heart stand still.
“Sibyl,” he cried, “what is it?”
“It is thus,” she answered slowly,
“that I am not Sibyl Meredith, but an
imposter, for Sibyl Meredith sleeps in
her grave under my name, and I am
here under hers. I will tell you all,
then yon can judge me— ”
Before another word could leave her
hps, a pistol-shot rang out on the air.
“He has murdered me!” she eried—
“my husband!” then fell forward at
Vere's feet, her red blood dyeing the
| ground.
| Vere carried her into the house, but
| she only lived a few hours,
“He—he was my evil genius!” she
| oried, before her death, **but 1 am sorry
{tor it all,” And then, after a pause, as
| the end drew near: **My child, my child!
{| I have her sate, He cannot find her,
| but you—yon—, Ah, dare I ask you?
| She was the little one Avis Leigh—
| your Avis—saved from drowning.”
| sent for the little one,
It was brought to the dying woman,
{ “When you are his wife, you will be
kind to my little one?”
{ “I gave it second birth,” Avis said
i softly, **it will never leave my care,”
| closed Ler eyes ou life forever,
| married, and though other
log.
What became of her father was never
| Vere's marriage, and on his breast was
| found a likeness of the woman who was
called Sibyl Meredith for a while,
{His last words were:
She was my wife,
own way, but I murdered her—sbot her
| dead when
plans.”
One thing was certain; no one ever
sought Eta, and if they had it would
{and Avis bad ner legally adopted, so
ci
BONAPARTE'S ESTATE
The Famous Place
at Bordentown.
The story of the former residence of
Joseph Bonaparte is as varied as that
of tae remarkable family to which it be-
longed. Bait by Joseph Bonaparte, at
it became the ocedtre of
| wealth
| passed into the hands of his brother,
who in 1847 was sold out for debt by
{ Thomas Richard, Henry Beckett, re
i Penns, bought the property, aod re-
{cently the scion of this house was sold
| maelstrom of extravagance in the life ot
this not yet old building.
Joseph Bonaparte purchased the
property from Mr. Sayre. of [oint
Breeze, New Jersey, in 1816.
sorbed teo farms on the border of Cross-
| wiok’s oreek, near Groveville, and had a
ipartk of 1,000 acres. Several grand
improved aod turned over to the land.
scape gardener and miles of carriage
drives were built,
The present mansion is not the one
Ex King originslly domiciled in. That
was buroed, and with it perished a for.
tue in works of art, rare books, tapes.
try and furniture, The mansion was a
perfect fairy laud, constructed on the
plan of the old French novels, with
secret staircases, book-cases concealing
entrances to apartments, and all manner
of curious coutrivances for securing
secrecy and fospi wonder. The
present house was built on the ruins of
the first, While nearly as large and
costly, it was not fitted up with the sen-
sational attachments of its forerunner.
The grounds are said to be among the
finest in New Jersey, and the 280 acres
in the present enclosure are fit for the
surroundings of a palace,
Evon in its decay the mansion is an
imposing structure, massive rather than
ornate, covering much ground and bualt
in the substautial way houses were then
coustructed, [tis almost square, with
peaked gables and a square cupola on
the apex of the central roof, Broad ver.
sndas surround the house oun three sides
and the a to the front entrance
18 up a broad flight of stone steps let
into the terrace. Ornamental trees and
shrubbery grow close to the walls aad
almost hide the ' mansion from some
o-
Two years ago, 4 young man, living |
in a Vermont village, having finished |
~ Plush hats are very fashionable,
—HBudd Doble will winter at Chicago
| his academieal education, was ready to
| enter college. But just before she day
| appointed for his examination he was
| taken ill. After several weeks of suffer
| ing he slowly recovered his health, but
discovered that his mind had
{ study, Latin, Greek and mathematics
| all were gone, and his
| blank 1n respect to his preparatorp stu
dies, His doctor prescribed that he
should rest
light work,
He obeyed the advice, and found, in
his old habit of doing things carefully,
the schoolmaster that brought beck his
old knowledge.
Before his illness the young man, in
{ order to earn a little money, had taken
the work of a sexton, le now resumed
this wosk, and, by the physician's ad.
vice, tried to keep his mind from puz.
zling itself about its loss of memory,
Several weeks went by without vriuging
any change in his mental condition,
One Sunday evening a stranger en-
tered the church, and, as
| was a dull one, gazed carelessly around
| nota! his attention was attracted by the
{ lamps on the wall. He noticed that all
| the wicks were su carefully trimmed
be seen. He wondered as to who coald
| be the careful sexton, and, happening
| to be in the place the following Bavday,
| he again noticed the same uniform
| trimming of the wicks,
Passing the church the next day, and
| seeing the door open, he walked quietly
in and saw the young sexton sweeping
out the central aisle. Looking cicsel
| “Do you do all the work about the
| church,”
**Yes, sir,”
“Do you trim the lamps?’
“Yes, sir.”
“Why do you trim them in such a
peculiar way?"
i “I dcn’t know what you mean?”
“Why, the flames are all alike.”
i *Ohbh, but they ought to be.
vould not have them uneven, would
you?”
“No,” answered the stranger, with a
smile, “Bat it speaks well for your
carefalness, Why, I should think one
ase or them.”
n't that word
actly if it were superim
“ ‘Superimposed!’
used in geometry?”
| “Uertainly. 1f polygons, having equal
| sides and angles—"
sentence the student threw down his
broom, rushed frantically out of the
chareh, ran moross the streel and into
| his bouse, where he astonished his
| umph, “Mother, I know that the squre
{of the hypothenuse of & right angle
triangle 1s equal to the sum of the
squares of the other two sides!”
' mind by the mention of the
| posed figures,
EE ——
RETURN OF AN
ARGONALUT.
and the Parchase
California.
Jacob Leese
first house in Yerba Baena, who first
| raised the American flag on this peunin-
suis, and who celebrated the first Fourth
of July this side of the Bierras, arnved
| overland from Texas recently, after an
abscence from San Francisco ol twenty
GAs,
In 1861 he inaugurated a project of
purchasing the peninsula of Lower ali
fornia from the Moxican Government,
such t: rms as enabled hum to form a
| of the peninsula, Oauge of the conditions
of the sale was that $100,000 should be
transaction could bs consummated Max
| imillian invaded Meaxico,
quested by the company to go to Mexi-
co and obtain from the Emperor a con-
firmation of the grant, but he refused
to do so, as he believed Mximitlian
would be driven from the country, in
which case the transaction could never
be carried out by the Republic which
would succeed.
He was in Washington at the time
the fortunes of Mexico were st the
worst, the French baving driven the
Mexican Army in the Northern Mexican
States, “where they were powerless
Seunr Romero, Minister ot Mexico to
the United States, in ap interview with
Mr. Leese regarding the purchase of
Lower California, referred to the diffi.
culties surrourding the Mexican Army,
and stated that it covld ve greatly ms-
sisted if the $100,000, or part of it,
oould be paid at once. Mr. Leese raised
$50,000 which was paid over, and gave
his note for the rest, and this money
was nsed for the relief of the Mexican
foroes, which wera in consequence en-
abled to effect their escape south and
jon with other forces assembled there
in the struggle against Maximillian,
who was shortly after captured.
Uatil hig val 1a Ban Francisco re.
{ but more especially for young girls and
children,
| moire ribbon goes round the crown and
side,
-Pearl-white China crape Is ane
in Paris,
ric is richly decorated with silk em-
broidery and trimmings of costly lace,
| fect combined with the satin of the
same tint,
other bodice, plastrons,
bretelles, collars, cuffs,
and so many accessories of one kimd or
another that they are really bodices,
basques, or jackets, as the case may be,
orated to resemble anything you choose
in the way of a waist,
—Beaded nets are used for over-
dresses or panels, and fine tulle with
{ drops of pearl, crystal or colored beads
rious embroderies, drops, tinsel bro-
burrs, come in all desirable
White Crape, crepe de Chine
and real China crape, both plain and
| embroidared, are in high favor,
used in mourning for
{dress and wrap garniture,
| most satisfactory effect
snd with
They are
| fashionable trimmings, as they are in
| various sizes and shapes and in glossy
skilful hands most artistic results, An
attractive costume for light mourning
is shown in a camels’ hair fabric with a
handsome panel, and full waist and
sleeve trimmings in watered silk set on
{in applique with outlining of small
| rosary beads,
five horses,
5. Bonner has sold Compeer, by
-T'0- To, full sister to Trinket, Is in
She is owned
by Robert Steel,
Starter Caldwel., of Brighton Beach
the Mobile and New
vie
— William Tompkins, Macedonia, Ja.
by Council Bluffs, dam
Pat Malloy, for $1000,
~Theb. m. Arcola, foaled in 1872
by Enquirer, dam Paris Delle, by Lex-
ington, out of Ella D., by Vandal, died
at Muir's Station, Ky., on November
24, from an injury.
—Hettie C,, record 2.33 has been sold
{ by John Shepard, of Boston, to J. A.
| Bailey, of circus fame, for $3000. Her
| new owner bought her as a mate tw
drive with Florence on the road,
Mary G., by
— Edward Corrigan has purchased of
D. R. Harness, Chillicothe, O., the bay
| lly shadow, 2 years, by Virgil, dam
Sunshine, by imp. Tharton and the
weaneing bay colt Altamount, by Lon-
| gfellow dam Chance, by Hevolver., The
| price paid was $2250 for the pair,
Gh
~—Jugmes R. Keene's br. f., foaled
{ April 22, 1885, by Spendthrift, dam
| imported Bombazine, met witha severe
accident recently, breaking some of the
{ bones in ber shoulder and permanently
laming her. She iz doing very well,
and if she recovers she will be kept as
{ a brood mare,
{| —Tnder a judgement for $5863, ob-
| talned by Mr. Hugh McMabtion, Sheriff
| Farley, of Kings county, seized on Sat-
| urday the stables of Mr, Herndon, at
| Brighton Beach, including the horses
Mollie Walton, Ennnymede, Ruchiel,
| Theodorus Shortcake, Constance and
Sarsfield,
jcan women a wonderful
| she encircled her own fair
place by a little diamond ornament in
thin neck. American women, almost
| without exception—and m decollete
| dresses especially --requive the addi-
| tion of neck
| mitigate a lafk of plumpness that is
almost unknown to English women,
| both for the costume and for wraps and
| millinery purposes,
pear not alone with the velvel-like and
furry surfaces of former seasons, but
| also in gold-threaded and moss-like ef-
fects, glittering with metalli ¢ spirals
land shining tufts of gold and sil-
ver. Handsome Roman plushes are
| wlso seen with broad stripes and rich
vivid colors, besides many
i plushes in every conceivable
| some of them covered with a frost-like
| vitrification made to resemble beading.
Ty
iog-nap”’
~Kismet; or filagret, is the latest
fancy work craze, It is entirely new,
and consists of flowers, sprays, leaves,
{or fine heavy satin. These
leaves, and insects are not flat, nor in
| forms. They look as if actually molten
the colors, shades and softness of flow-
| metal, Roses, fuchsias, buttercups,
| tube roses, morning xlories, fern leaves,
| dogwood, Virginia creeper, and water
| ilies are reproduceds in this kismet, or
filagret work. It is destined to a rapid
| und long tide of feminine favor,
— A compromise between low and high
| corsages in the V-shaped neck, which
| discloses what is usually the prettiest
| sleeves reach to the elbow. This waist
is pretty when made of piece lace or
{of flounces or lace passing over the
| shoulders and shirred below the bust in
quaint old-fashioned design. A pretty
set of pure white dresses for a group of
bridemaids has this V-shaped corsage
of Valenciennes piece lace with flounc-
es across the front of the skirt, and
straight full back breadths, with a lace
bow on the tournure. White ostrich-
tips are on the left side of the corsage
and skirt and in the high coiffure,
White slippers, white silk stockings,
and long white undressed-kid gloves,
The only jewels are small fanciful pins
thrust in the lace on the bust; there
may be six or eight of these, represent
ing a daisy, a butterfly, crescent or
spray of flowers, in diamonds, colored
jewels, or enamel.
—Jow Corsages are again in such
favor that modistes supply two waists
with most full-dress toilettes, the low
corsage being used for dinners, the
opera, and all evening entertainments,
while the higher basque is used for da
receptions. ‘Lhe low corsage is rou
at the top, sharply pointed below the
waist in front and back, and 1s laced
ind. There is only one dart each
side of the middle seam of the
but a side form beginning in the
to make the
— William C. France has purchased
from Thomas B, Armitage the br, 8,
Peter Story, 18 years old, by Hamble-
tonian, dam by imp. Tom Cnb, This
| horse has been in litigation for some
time back; and, in consequence, served
no mares last season.
—Dexter B. Goff, of New York has
sold the bay gelding Ripton, 14 years
| old, by American Doy, dam by Ameri.
can Star, to Albany parties for $1000,
He has also sold to Morris Bacon, of
New London, Conn., the bay gelding,
9 yeare old, by Gideon, that recently
showed a mile in haruess, over Fleet-
wood track, in 2.204. Price §1500,
81x or seven hundred people assem-
bled on the North Hudson Driving
Park grounds, N. Y., on the 4h, to
{ witness the races, The first race, at a
half a mile, was won by the favorite,
Bay Rebel, after he bad made a dead
heat with Belle the time of both
heats being 52. Mutuel pools paid
$3.30. The second race, at a mile, was
won by Clarence, who sold in the BSeld
{ in the betting, the favorite, Hemty B.,
being second and Josh Billings third,
Time, 1:54. Mutual pools paid $37.00.
The third race was at half-mila heats,
which Ben Thompson won easily in
straight beats, while Kensington beat
Weasel oat in the secoud heat and
captured place money. Time, 51}
seconds in both heats. Mutual pools
| paid $4,10 and $3.80 after the first heat,
il
x
Poy
There were ninety-four days racing
at Brighton Beach tus year, during
{ whicn 511 racez were run, including
the match vetween General Harding
and Shelby Barnes, runniug early on
{ the morning of June 9. The money
| contributed by the Brighton Beach As.
sociation, in purses, and added money
to stakes, amounted to $151,300, and
the total amount involved, including
the gross value of stakes, surplus after
gelling races and for the General Hard.
| ing Shelby Barnes match, was §168 375,
| The number of starters that have run
in the 511 races make a total of 4586,
and the largest number starting in one
day was seventy-five on September 2,
when for the second race there were no
less than thirty-one runners. W, CG,
Daly was the most successful owner,
| winning thirty-five races and $9,375;
| H. J. Woodford, with twenty-three
races and $7,150, was second; J. 8,
Campbell, with twenty-one races
and $7.155, third ; W. Lakeland, with
twenty-four races and $6 825, fourth
twenty races and $6,490, fifth,
~The well-known trotter Epaulet
has been bought of L. L. Dorsey, of
Kentucky, by Mr. Robert Steel, for
$22,500, Epaulet is five Josia old. He
18 inbred to Rysdyk’s Hambletonian,
the sire of his third dam, who was
Nellie. Epaulet has an mn
history, He was bred by Mr. R
i Veech, at Indiana Hill Stock Farm,
near Lowsville. At one of the annual
sales of that gentleman, several years
ago, the expert judges of horse flesh
some of whom paid as high as $6,000
for almost untried hoises, overlooked
Epanlet, and he was knocked down to
Mr. Dorsey for $300. Mr. Dorsey is
quite old, and in his palmy days was
the first stock farmer of his State, He
owned thousands of acres of the richest
od, and his home was & centre
trotting world through Rolla Golddust
and his y, and Epaul:t
in Jala: nie. totted
Ins best record in
2:204, and 2:19, defeating
horses as Lizzie Wilkes,