Chrysanthemums.
Theugb chill December days are here,
And Autumn sighing closed the rose,
Thou, bolder posies of the yeare,
Flaunt foarcless to each winde that
blowes,
Though sunbeams slant and growe more
briefs,
And raines are falling slowe and colde,
Thy blossoms weare a cheerful leafe,
And proudly decke themselves with
golde.
Unfearing troubled storms that rise
Andfrosts that creepe within thegrounde,
Thou *rt stead faste looking at the skyes
Whila summer dreames in sleeps pro-
founda!
Now scone within the nestling vale,
Where thou hast growne by sunshines
kist,
The wandering windes will moane and
walle,
And snowes will rash in blinding mist,
Now scone thy blooms will waste away,
Thy faithful posies pale decline;
And yet the sunne with generous ray
Hath warmed the grapes for sprightly
wine,
And
ou the gralne with summer's noone
Au
all thy flowers weare its glowe
For ten years Hugh Markleham had
been a wanderer upon the face of the
earth. Iinancially speaking he had
been successful but for all that period
of time he had been literally homeless.
Now he was proceeding to a home of
his own.
“Phe first road to the left beyond the
bridge,” mused Mr. Marklebam to
himself, “‘and the first house you come
to is the one. The directions are plain
enough, I am sure.”
And he repocketed his memorandum-
book, wherein Mr, Moses Gibbs, the
house agent, had jotted down sundry
items regarding his new purchase, and
ones more resumed his plodding way.
Hugh Marklebam had clear hazel
eyes, a profusion of dark bair and a set
of dazzling white teeth, while his figure
was straight and stalwart as that of a
back-woodsman,
He paused balf hesitatingly in front
of a low wicket gate, hanging by one
himge from which a shrub-grown path
wound up through untrimmed woods
to a one-story dwelling.
“Nonsense?’’ he muttered to him-
self; *“it can’t be that shed of a place.
‘A desirable cottage’ was what Gibbs
sie), ‘situated in the midst of charming
grounds.” And, by Jupiter, this is the
very spot!”
He swung open the gilded iron gate
of a pretty little inclosure, where the
graveied paths shone whitely in the
twilight, aud evergreens skirted the
path like tall old monks wrapped in
green serge cloaks. Here and there a
rustic seat of twisted cedar boughs
stood beneath the leafless branches of
elms or maples, and the cottage beyond
—a loweaved, picturesque affair, with
verandas on every side—exactly met
our hero's preconceived ideas of the
“desirable country residence’ painted
in such glowing terms by ** Moses Gibbs,
sq. , real estate and Insurance agent, ”’
“Yes, yes,” soliloquized Mr, Harkle-
ham; as he strode up the path, “I shall
be as comfortable as possible here. I
always did fancy sylvza solitudes, and
~But what's this? A fire burning, as
I livel Well, this is thoughtful of
Gibbs.’
His countenance expanded into broad
smiles as he pushed open the door and
entered % pretty room on the left of the
main entrance hall, carpeted in green
brussels and curtained to correspond,
while a glowing fire of anthracite coal
cast ruddy reflections through the whole
room, and a cushioned arm-chair stood
clgse to the velvet rug.
s£1ibbs told me there was some fur-
nitmre in the house, and an old woman
left in charge,” thought Markleham,
sitbing down in the easy chair, and ex-
panding his chilled fingers to the cheery
blaze; “but I hadn’t any idea of such
snug quarters as this. Well, well,
there is something in a home of one's
own, after all, Tinted walls—plants
on a stand with a tea-rose in bloom.”
And he paused an instant to snuff up
the subtle fragrance exbaled by the one
royal blossom. as it nodded on its slen-
der stem. “And I declare, newspapers
and books on the tablel Gibbs is a
jewel among men! He told me I should
like the place, and I believe he's deter-
mined to make me fall in love with it
at first sight.”
Me. Markleham leaned luxuriously
back among the cushions, and, strange-
ly enough, his thoughts went back to
ten years ago, to the days when he was
a preux chevalier among the pretty
girls in Carristown.
“Pshaw!”’ he ejaculated aloud.
“What a true saying it is that there is
no fool like an old fooll I do believe
theme's something suggestive of matri-
meny in this comfortable little room,
with the rose, and the pink walls, and
the firelight! Why, I'm over forty, if
I’m a day.
As Mr, Markleham sat there, bask-
ing in the warmth and coziness of the
scene the door of an adjoining room
opened and two ladies came in, their
dimpled faces glowing with the frosty
wind, and their eyes sparkling like four
stars that had somehow wandered from
their sideral spheres, and take refuge
beneath nut-brown lashes,
“Why, Lizzie! cried the shorter one,
ing suddenly in the very act of
fur-bordered hood on the
“there is some one in the pasior!”
“Nonsense!” said Lizzie, who, al-
nine and
twenty, was
to look upon,
a mouth, and a little sligh
ly texned up at the extreme poin
“The cat and the crickets may be Shere,
who on earth besida? Bae, you're
ene
of the wintry cold of the twilight air.
home, she paused a little abruptly, and
stared at the new comer. Mr. Markle-
ham stared equally hard at her,
Gibbs, Esq., real estate and insurance
agent, liad mentioned an old woman.
His ideas of old age must have been
singular in the extreme,
“1 suppose you're Mary Ann,” sald
he, affably.
“No, sir,” said Miss Wyman, still
sorely puzzled, “I'm Lizzie.”
“Oh, Lizzie, eh? Well, it’s just the
same. 1 dare say you didn’t expect me
just yet?”
“No, sir, I certainly did not,” said
Lizzie, beginning to wonder whether
or not she was dreaming.
“It's all right, no doubt,” said Mr.
Markleham. Things look very nice
and comfortable here, Lizzie my girl,
and now the best thing that you can do
will be to toss me a little bit of supper
and be quick about it, for I'm half
famished, And Lizzie, you might send
the other girl out for any little trifle
you want in the culinary department,
Of course, though,” he added, as he
drew out a bill and extended it, grand
seigneur fashion, toward the astonished
damsel, “I shan’t expect to keep two
girls as a regular thing, although I
must hunt up a man to take care of the
horses, Now run along and make
haste,”
Lizzie Wyman retreated back upon
Sue Baring, with the money in her
hand scarlet with suppressed mirth,
“Sue,” she cried, the instant the
door was safely closed, *“‘I see it all!”
“The man is an escaped lunatic,
isn't he? Dear, dear, we shall all be
murdered!’ cried Sue, growing hyster-
ical, .
“Nothing of the sort!’ said Lizzie,
energetically. “He has only made a
dreadful blunder. Can’t you see, Sue,
it’s the old bachelor who has taken the
place next door?”
“Oh-h-h!" aspirated Sue, with the
sparkle of amusement beginning to
come into her eyes, ‘“‘But, Lizzie,
what are you going to do?”
“To cook him the nicest supper I
ean, and afterward explain to him his
mistake, in the politest manner possi-
ble. Poor fellow, he Is rather band.
some, { think.”
“What tun!” cried Sue gleefully,
clapping her hands together. “Aud,
Lizzie, I'll make the coffees after Moa-
sieur Duval’s French fashion and I'll
prepare an omelette while you are broil-
ing the steak; and those dear little
volau-vents we made this
they'll come in just right, won't they?”’
And the two girls bustled abouts
while Mr. Marklehao: sat viewing the
mw
“an old woman!
“Why she has got cheeks like
and glossy as my own!" he told him-
self. “Old, indeed! It won't be such
bad fun t; have a servant girl like that
flicting about the house. She to have
extra wages on account of her good
looks,”
Ten minutes afterwards he found
himself seated before a table, where-
upon was spread a rich repast,
“This is very nice indeed, Lizzie!"
said Mr, Marklebam patronizingly.
“I am glad to see that you are such a
good cook,”
And he straightway proceeded to do
the best of practical justice to her
ditional zest to an appetite which was
not poor at any time, Lizzie Wyman,
from her corner, composedly watched
him the while,
“A very nice supper, Lizzie!” said
Mr. Markleham, refolding his napkin,
placing it on the table ere he drew out
a cigar from his pocket-case,
“I'm glad you like it sir,” said,
Lizzie, smiling, **and I hope that when
you become my neighbor at Laurel
Cottage, you will often drop in to such
another.”
“Eh?” cried Mr.
ing back, **Ain't this Laurel Cottage?
Am I not in my own house?"
de murely, ‘““You are in my house,
and I am Elizabeth Wyman, your
futare neighbor, very happy to make
your acquaintance, even after
rather unusual fashion.”’
“II beg you pardon, Miss Wyman,”
gasped our hero, turning scarlet and
pale in a breath, *I don’t see how I
ever came to make such a ridiculous
mistake! What an egregious donkey
you must have taken me for!”
And a cold prespiration broke out
round the roots of his hair as he recsll-
ed the off-hand mroner in which he had
addressed his supposed domestic,
“I'll go,” he uttered, making a dive
toward his hat, and dropping the un-
smoked cigar on the , with a
countenance of such misery that Lizzie
Wyman’s womanly pity came to the
rescue,
“You will do no such thing, Mr,
Markiebam,” she sald, “My brother
will be here presently, and you shall
stay and spend the evening with us
and learn to laugh at your own mis-
take,”
So Mr. Markleham stayed until Tom
Wyman came home from the city on
the evening train; and as he afterward
sid, when Lizzie Wyman became Mrs,
Markleham, *‘he never spent a pleasant-
er evening in his life!’
In the first stages of the manufacture
of aod J pulp for paper, po) Was
pre-eminently
to a suitable pulp, Now, however
with squal fesiiity from all kinds of
wood, The longest fibre 1s made from
willow, basswood, and poplar
. Cedar, “fir,
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A Gaze at The Unseen World,
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The night was frosty, as the ear could
detect by the crisp crunching of the
newly formed crystals on the road as
my horse put his feet along,
Frosty, as I could tell not only by the
bright moon and flashing stars, but Ly
the clouds of steam that came from our
nostrils (self and horse) and the tingl-
ing of ears and finger tips as I drove
silently on,
1 had been shooting on the Inverdoo-
lie moors, and was called suddenly to
London by a telegram announcing my
only sister’s serious illness, The mee-
sage was so worded as to give me every
cause for alarm, and it was with the
greatest anxiety that I said “'goed-bye’’
to my kind host and hostess, and start-
ed to catch the last train at the little
station of Inverdoss,
The little grey horse stepped over the
seven miles we had to go, with an
alacrity that ought to have cheered me
up; but I had an instinct of something
sad if not serious consequent on my
sister’s illness, and could not cheer my-
self in any way.
When within a quarter of a mile of
the station I heard the express whistl-
ing, and soon was aware of the sh—sh-—
sh of the slowing train; but though I
gave my horse the reins and made his
flanks feel the whip, 1 only arrived in
time to see the rear lights of the last
car as she sped on her journey south-
ward,
And that was the last train,
Should I go back?
It is considered unlucky in most lands
to return suddenly when you have bid-
den farewell to anyone, and in Scotland
superstition adds its weight to luck aznd
unluck so much, that I felt I should be
flying in the face of Providence if I
went back.
1 made inquiries of the right porter
who, on the receipt of a Sorin, impart-
ed to me the welcome announcement
{ that if I waited till one o'clock 1 could
| catch a freight train, and “‘aibling”’ the
| guard might take me on with him in
the van.
I concluded to wait, and taking my
luggage off the trap sent back the dog-
cart, wita instructions to the groom not
to say that I had missed the train,
Nearly two hours to wait in a coun-
try station on a frosty night, with no
one to speak to but a Scotch porter, is
a situation not calculated to raise one’s
spirits,
Sometimes I stood by the stove,
which was as niggardly of its warmth
| as a Lowland bailiff; sometimes I would
listen to the Fol
the machine within,
Whatever I did or wherever 1 looked,
the face of my dying sister crept be-
tween my eyes and my horizon, acd I
| feared I should never arrive in time to
say adien to her for the last Lime,
| At last I heard a ticking, to which
| the sleepy porter paid some attention.
i He informed me the freight tran
| was signaled; and soon, after collecting
1 my things, a long funeral-looking train,
| with but one light io front of the loco-
{ motive, came lumbering in and drew
| up moodily before me. The guard
| came out with his lantern and seeing
| that my appearance argued favorably
{ ior the prospects of “‘siller,” agreed
| after a short parley to lodge me iu the
| rear van as far as Edinburgh, where I
{ could cateh the morning express
London,
| I was getting sleepy, and only the
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| was not long in climbing into the “van,”
{as the smaller freight car is called,
where I seated myself on the only avail
able trunk on the premises,
The guard wished me good-night,
and to wy disgust locked the car out-
| side, carrying away with him his lan-
| tern, which had just light enough in it
{to be a companion more than an illu-
i minator,
A whistle, and the train had started.
i 1 was now alone for the night in total
{ darkness; without companion, fire or
candle,
I had plenty of wraps, and at least
my cigar case,
me up a little, for it was almost too
cold to sleep,
a stock of excellent Reinas in it, but as
a matter of course I could not find my
matches,
I searched in every pocket.
match,
The darkness was becoming almost
felt, and the whirling of the wheels
seemed to sing a kind of *' Runie rhyme’’
that told me of my sister far away,
waiting, waiting to see me once again,
The very trunk I sat on seemed to
add to my discomforts, I fancied there
was something uncanny about it,
At last, in the smallest of my Licket
pockets, I found a vesta.
Oh! joy ineffable! 1 lit the vesta and
then the vesta lit my cigar; but as the
wretched little match flamed up for a
moment I saw, to my inexpressible
horror, that I was sitting, not on a
trunk, but on a coffin. Yes; a coffin.
It is all very well to say you have no
superstitious feelings, no prejudices, no
dread of the unknown w but at the
same time you cannot © An easy
chair of a coffin; especially when itis
not your own. I confess that I felt
chillier than 1 had done under the in-
fluence of the frost, and left my ghastly
seat for a friendly corner of the
where, among carpet-bags, hampers
laneous parcels, I man-
Not a
a
be thus tete-a-tete-with an unknown
coffin.
Too wide awake to. sleep, . yet too
drowsy to be in full possession of iy
wits, what wonder if my nerves Meame
unstrung znd that the surroundings
helped to induce hallucinations! Just
as I was nearing the bitter end of my
cigar, I heard the rattle of metal, as if
screws were being turned or handles
lifted, I was sure the coffin moved,
A certain cold clammy numbness seem-
ed to come over me, Still determined
not to give way to such feeble slaves as
nerves, I drew on my weed till the
ruddy point nearly blazed, and then
oh, horror! My blood seemed to jerk
spasmodically to my head! my heart
beat so rapidly I felt it must burst, and
I could count every root of my hair as
I saw, with my own eyes, saw that coffin
lid rise and a pale face with two glassy
eyes, in which the light was reflected,
turn slowly round to me and stare with
a melancholy that was more suggested
than seen, so faint was the light which
showed me the apparition.
For more minutes than I should like
to calculate, my blood congealed; my
heart seemed to stop, and I felt a faint.
ness coming over me which I should
have been ashamed to own if I really
had succumbed to Ji; but my senses
came back to me, snd 1 had strength of
mind sufficient to make the ember glow
again, ard again assure myself the pale
head was stili there and the glassy eyes
still looking at me. I then had the
courage to shake myself together and
reassice myself against ghosts, by the
arguments I have so often used, that
there is a solution for every phenome-
non. 1 forced myself to rise, and ap-
proaching the fearful object, discovered
lying by the side of the coflin, with his
silky head resting on the lid, a fine
specimen of the Clumber breed of span-
iels, who licked my hand as I patted
him and proceeded to elucidate the
mystery.
The sounds of moving metal were
caused by his chain. The lid of the
coffin had never moved, though my im-
agination no doubt had helped it to rise
as the dog put its nose up into the
light.
Both the dog and I were palpably re-
lieved, and we bacame excellent friends
on the ensuing joumey. At Edinburg
I telegraphed and received an answer
from my sister, telling me the wording
of her wire was incorrect, and that she
was entirely recovered,
I stayed in the Scotch capital long en-
ough to find the owner of the Clumber,
and I bought my friend the ghost, with
considerable pleasure,
But I never yet experienced so entire-
{ly the nervous awe connected with
car on that cold, stormy night, between
a cigar and a cofiin,
Sr MI 555005555000
Girls® Courtesy in School.
Many young girls who are elsewhere
well behaved and charming, seem to
fancy that a school teacher has no
claims upon their courtesy which they
are bound to respect. It isa strangely
warped sort of public sentiment among
school girls which allows a professedly
well bred maiden to leave her good
manners on the doorsteps when she goes
into school. The teacher expects inat-
tention and insolence from those whose
birth and training have been of an un-
lovely and vulgar sort; but it is unfort.
unately true that the most wayward
and disagreeable pupils are too often
! those from whom one might expect to
| receive the most graceful respect and
| co-operation,
Girls who would pride themselves on
lady like deportment at a reception or
| party, and would be ashamed to pay a
clergyman or a lecturer the incivility
| of open inattention. will often be ip.
pantly inattentive and impertinent to
the teacher of English history or aige-
bra,
Yet, while the school is in session,
its teacher is a hostess, her pupils are,
properly, guests; and, setting aside the
personel, religious reasons for decent
demeanor in the church, the teacher is
as much entitled to respect at her desk
| as the clergymen is in his pulpit,
| The secret of this wrong probably
lies in that unwritten tradition of school
life which makes teacher and pupils ex
officio enemies; somehow life which op-
in interest by virtue of their very
relation. Bat the tradition is as fool-
ish as it Is unkind,
Chestnut Barres,
Some people like thess burrs, are
covered with unpleasant ways and
manners. They say sha:p, disagree
abe words, so that we are afraid to
speas to them, simost afraid to have
any dealings with them. Yel when we
get at the inner and the better nature
of some of these, we find that at heart
they are noble and good; notwithstand-
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~Spatish girdles of bisck velvet,
embroidered Ingold, are in high fashion
on demi-dress gowns,
~ Cleopatra has a gold helmet, Tunic
in figured sky-blue brooade ornamented
with pampillis, and embroidered in sil-
yoke gold and bronze, Lute in the
nd,
—A costume for medieval page cons
gists of jersey tights, striped Indigo
blue and sulphur, Full blouse bodice
and sleeves in mouse gray surah, with
deep cuffs of velvet, which also forms
the tabbed epaulets and the lining of
the silk | Blue felt hat.
~The Directoire costume for a girl
has a redingote in pretty colored
cheviot, trimmed with silk galloon
checked in two shades of olive, simula~
ting treble folds in the cape. The redin-
gote 1s tied over Lhe olive, lisse, plaited
front, with cream watered silk ribbon,
black stockings, hat of black felt,
adorned with a checked galloon.
— White, in ivory and cream shades,
and white and silver, and white and
gold, will be extensively worn in
various fabrics all winter at dinners,
evening receptions, and even for come
paratively simple entertainments. Cor-
wil be crossed and worn with a
fichu. Gold galloon and gold braiding
will remain in favor, and also dainty
plastrons of gold-brocaded gauze. The
tournure will be less exa geiated in
outlipe,
—Pompadour shepherdess has a cos
tume composed of white faille or pon-
gee, combined with dark green velvet.
Princess front, composed of white
gauze or net, dotted with green flies,
and bordered on one side with a row of
white daisies sewn on a black ribbon,
to contrast with the opposite side,
where the daisies are black over a
white ribbon. Mittens of green silk
lace, Stockings of pearl-gray silk,
White and black ox-eye daisies in the
powdered hair,
—A few wraps are shown trimmed
with bands of ostrioh feathers, but furs
of various kinds, including bear, black
raceon. black fox and long fleecy furs
are generally preferred. Quilted linings
of gay siripad satin, or satin in & dark
shade of one color, like brown or crim-
son, are used to give extra warmth to
the cloth wrap, To increase the re.
semblance of the wrap to a street gown,
the fur trimming 1s sometimes put on
in the form of a long boa with hanging
ends, or in shape of a fur stole.
— Pink, pale gold, terra-cotia, mauve
and ciel-blue velvels are in special
favor this winter for ball and r+ ception
A famous man wmilliner in
among them a dress of Nile green vel-
vet, the court train looped back al
satin covered with an embroidery of
pearl, emei ald and opal beads wrought
in exquisitely beautiful designs of
flowers, fern fronds and trailing vines,
— Notwithstanding the war made on
high hats there is no disguising the
fact of the extreme upward flight of
both hat and bonnet decorations and
the coiffure at the opera. Aligreties,
ribbons and flowers actually tower on
the head, and if a simple style be
adopted jewel pins so bedizen the coils
and curls that the head seems to be
ablaze. The same remark applies to
the corsage. Every sort of pin and
stone 1s used, and they are placed all
over the waist, as in the shop window
of a jeweler. If not the fashion it
would be considered decidedly vulgar;
but, like the nose of Moses, It Is ae-
cepted as charming because it Is chic,
It is needless to say that half the pins
are imitation, and when mixed with a
lant.
—Piain silk velvets are largely ime
ported and will be used for entire cos-
tumes, ani also for coats or basques,
with fine wool skirts for day wear, and
for low bodices with those of silk or
lace for dress occasions. When the
whole gowa is of velvet it may be part-
ly of striped velvet, and there are many
entire costumes of striped velvet, but
the preference will be given by the gen-
erality of the best-dressed women to
plain velvets trimmed with fur, lace,
jet, and the super passementeries de-
8! especially to decorate these
costly fabrics. Dark moss green, next
to black, is commended for velvet
dresses; also, golden bronze, dark terra-
cotta, rosewood, rune, the dahlia
colors, and & certain nich shade of vio-
let with no purple in it.
rproof manties are chiefly
popular, although even this 18 subject
to numerous modifications. Sometimes
it has a round pelerine with an long
pointed hood reach down to the
waist, or a half collar forming a pei-
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HORSE NOTES.
~—At the close of 1870 there were 151
horses in the 2.80 list, and now there
are over 3000,
~The Bard has thoroughly recov-
ered, and will probably be heard from
on the turf next season,
—Beveral thoroughbred breod mares
in foal by good sires were shipped from
England to Brazil recently.
—John Croker, the Brighton Beach
trainer, has recovered from his recent
illness, and is once more around,
—W. B. Pasig, of Cleveland, denies
the report that he is a candidate for
the Secretaryship of the National Trot-
ting Association,
— Andy Welch has sold the bay 8
year old filly Lena Wilkes. 2.20, by
Barney Wilkes, to J. B., Potter, Prov-
idence, R, I, Price, $2500.
~The stallion Domestic ad the
pacer Silverthreads have been brought
from Detroit to Walnut Grove Farm,
Domestic is doing well,
—The bay horse Zealot, foaled 1882,
by Cuyler, dam Zither by Woodford
Mambrino, died at Trenton, N. J.,
recently from enlargement of the
heart,
~A Montreal trotting association
has been formed with the following of-
ficers: President, Mr. Samuel Coulson;
Secretary, Mr. Frank Vale, Treas.
urer, Mr. James O'Conner.
—E. N. Doty, of Mifflintown, has
purchased of T. J. Middagh a fine
standard-bred sucking colt by Nor-
wood Chief, dam Blanche, for $500,
and has named it Minnie Wood,
—Emma G. and Bess trotted a $260
match at the Bay District track, San
Francisco, Cal., on Tuesday December
20. Emma G, won, and reduced her
record to 2.27} in the second heal.
—Pierre Lorlilard Jr., states that
there is no intention of putting oid
Parole in training again, the horse
having been removed to Jerome Park
for convenience sake and better atten
tion,
—Oliver K., 2.16}, will be trotted
next season, There will be a race for a
millien if the big son of King Wilkes
ever scores for the word with Belle
Hamlin, Harry Wilkes and Prince
Wilkes,
—Nellie Gray, 2.26}, owned by
Charles N. Voshall, Rochester, N. ¥.,
broke her near hind leg in a rucaway
recently and was destroyed. She made
her record at Boston, Mass. in 1885,
and was valued at $4000,
—At 8 meeting of the Executive
Committees of the American Jockey
Ciub beld the 28th of December,
Messrs. Hunter, Duer and I. k. Lor-
illard were present, and the position of
Treasurer was filled by the election of
Mr. F. A. Lovecraft,
~T, J. Middagh, of Patterson, Juni-
gta county, writes that be is wintering
the following trotters: Dick Organ, blk.
2. record 2.244; Myrtella G., 8 m.,
2.28; Tony Newell, b. g., 219}, and
Mack, br. g. 233. Mr, Middagh has
built a fine large stable.
Budd Doble has purchased from
Major D.ckinson for a Chicago gentle-
man Major Dickinson’s famous pair of
road mares, Ocra Beile and Fiora
Huff. which trotted at Fleetwood track
last summer in 2.19, for $12,008. The
pair were shipped to Chicago on the
28th ult.
—A match has been made between
the chestnut stallion Cypress, by Ken-
tucky Innce, owned by Cuarles Dus-
sini, of Irvington, N. J., aod the bay
stallion Slander, by Tattler, owned at
Fashion Farm. The contest will take
place on May 30, over the Waverly (N.
J.) track.
— While a heat was being trotted on
December 28 at Woodsburg, LL IL,
Augustus Vandewater and Frank
Horton attempted to cross the track.
One of the horses collided with Hor-
ton, and a second later Vandewater
was knocked down. Both men were
badly injured.
~—George Forbes and W, B. Fasig
have matched two 3 year cids to trot
three in five for $250 a sude during the
grand circuit meeting at Cleveland
pext July. Forbes has named his 3
year old bay gelding by Young Jim,
and Fasig has named the b. f. Keoger,
by Ambassador,
—Tea Tray, the new purchase of the
Dwyers, has been rather ailing since
his arrival from the Kentucky sale,
The colt tock a cold en route, and
there were fears of pneumonia,
but he is now considered out ef dan-
ger, thanks to careful nursing, & mere
case of strangles having shown self.
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