Forgotten.
Wa loved each other dearly
In childhood's happy day;
Woe twined our hands together
Amid our childish play;
We joyed in gleesome laughter,
Once, o'er each other's joy;
We smiled and wept together
When we were girl and boy.
Far back through many summers
My spirit roves to-night,
Amid the fairy dream and
When hopes were young and bright;
I hear thy voice resounding
Aloag tho shady lave,
1 see thy small hand beckon
Across the meadow plain,
I start! ah, "tis a vision!
Full twenty years have past
Since o'er the scented meadow
You beckoned to me last,
How obanged are we, and changing;
Qur Loarts are Mill of paly;
No more the golden gladness
Of youth may cows again,
Ome honr ago I met theo
Amid a merry crowd
And as you coldly passed me
My Leart boat high and loud.
We once were friends together,
Wo loved each other well;
And why you have forgotien
The bitter world may tell!
AN ELIGIBLE BOARDI NG-PLACE
**Ne hotel?’ said Mr. Percival Payne,
“Nothing in the shape of one,” an-
swered his friend, Lucius Warden,
with the subdued triumph of one who
announces a startling fact.
life,” said Payne.
*‘Nor I, neither,” serenely
Warden,
remarked
dark eyes. ‘‘It's a lovely place! I
used to live there before I went into
the factory at Catley’s.”’
“Do you know the Widow Buck?"
asked Payne, with nterest,
“Very well, nodded the pretty girl,
“I'm going there to look for board,"
said Mr, Payne.
“I hope you'll be suited,” said the
girl,
And then they began to talk about
the tall, blue-crested mountains, which
were beginning to close in around
them,
The dewy-eyed damsel had read
Longfellow; she knew all about Thor-
eau; she was even “‘up’’ in Ruskin, and
she expressed hersell with grace and
spirit, which set Mr, Payne to wonder-
ing if all the Maine girls were equally
cultivated and beautiful,
And then the codtish tumbled down
again and had to be tightened anew,
and by that time they had come to a
house in the midst of a lonely belt of
woods, which the driver said was “Cat.
ley's Dam,” upon which the pretty girl
disappeared into the purple twilight,
aml Mr. Payne and the codfish went
on, sorrowful, much jolted, and alone,
A glimpse of the beautiful Magallo-
way River by moonlight; the cry of a
wild-bird in the woods; the noise of
hidden cascades; a blur of lighted win.
dows, which the driver said was the
factory; down a blind lane, and check-
ing the tired horses at a one stoned
stone-house behind a wall of cedar Lrees,
and then the Jehu cried oul:
“Now, then! Ilere we be!
Buck's!”
Widow
travel which belonged to him-—all of
“But how do you account for it?"
ing his forehead in despair.
“I don’t account for it at all,” said
Mr. Warden, surveying the nails which
he had just been carefully trimming
with his penknife, ‘except that nobody
knows anything about the place as yet.
There's a factory—wall-paper, 1 be-
lieve, or something of that sort—and a
them by this time considerably flavored
as the driver turned around and
chirruped to his horse,
“What for?” demanded the man,
“In case Mrs.
able to accommodate me, or—"’
“Oh, it’s all right”? said the driver.
“She'll take you in, Naomi would
cigar-shop, and a beer shop, and two |
thread-and-needle stores, and a post- |
office where the mails come twice a |
week; and there's the Magalloway |
River, all carpeted over with waler-
lilies, and half a dozen glorious little
trout-streams running into it, and the
finest bit of scenery you ever saw. Dut |
— there's no hotel!”
“But where's a fellow tostay?’’ help- |
lessly demanded Payne.
“Get an outfit and camp out, as1 |
did,” said Warden, cheerfully. “A
blanket; 2a canvas tent, with pegs and |
loops; a little smudge of bran, or pine- |
needles, to keep the mosquitoes off at |
night, and—"’
“But I don’t enjoy camping out,’” |
vehemently remonstrated Payne, “It
is all very well for those who like it,
but I'm not one of that sort. I like |
four good walls, a feather pillow, and
regular meals served three times a}
day.”
“Well, then, look here,’ said War- |
den. (Go to the Widow DBuck’s, She |
takes boarders, now and then.” i
“Who is the Widow Buck?’ asked |
ayne,
“That I don't know,’’ replied his
friend,
“And where does she live?"
‘“Fhere you have me again.” :
“Man alive! are you crazy?’ despair- |
gly questioned Payne. ‘‘How am I
o find her?” i
“quire,” calmly responded Mr. |
Warden, as he shut up his knife and re- |
plaged it in his vest pocket, ‘Go to]
Mailzie Ford — eleven a. m., stage-|
coach—through in one day. Ask for |
the Widow Duck’s! Bless my heart! |
nothing in the wide world could be |
casier. 1 have always heard that peo-
ple got good fare there aud comfortable |
meds. And Mailzie Ford is a perfect |
little Paradise when once you get
there,” i
“Well,” said Payne, dejectedly, “it |
sors a wild-goose chase, but I'vea
mind to try it. A man can but come
baek again.” i
It was rather early in the season for |
the conventional operation known to |
the American public as ‘‘summering,”’
but Percival Payne, being a bachelor of |
ndependent fortune and cultivated |
tastes, felt that he could do as he pleas-
And it was rather a luxury to an-
ticipate the first mad rush of travel,
when all the seats are engaged, the cozy
corners taken, and the most desirable
points of observation usurped.
So he packed his valise, laid up his
fishing-tackle, laid in a great store of |
crayons and sketching-paper, and start-
ed for the far northern wilderness of
Mailzie Ford.
Of course, the train was late—trains
always are late—and it was four o'clock
in the afternoon when Mr. Payne found
Limself perched up in an open box-
wagon, alongside of two trunks, a pack-
age of salt codfish, a mailbag and a
pretly girl, with eyes as soft as black
pools of water, and one of those odd
fringy hats of black straw all covered
with loops and ribbon, that make peo-
ple look so picturesque,
“Where do we meet the stage?’ said
Mr. Payne, as he settled himself so as
to inconvenience his pretty neighbor as
little as possible,
The driver stared at him,
“This 'ere’s the stage,’ said he, “Git
up, Sorrell”
Mr, Payne started.
“But stages have tops,” said he, :
“This ’ere stage don’t,” said the
driver.
It was rather a trying situation
steep up-hill part of the way, and steep
down-hill the rest, with the codfish and
the mail-bag alternately tumbling into
Mr. Payne's lap, and the pretty girl
laughing in her sleeve at his embarrass
ment.
“I'm very rude, I know,” said she;
~“‘but if you'd just tie that codfish to the
back of the wagon with your fishing
lpe, it wouldn’t trouble you so much.”
“A good idea,” said Payne, briskly,
hua very much, for suggesting
“I've traveled over this road before,”
sald the pretty girl, laughing.
“Are you going to Maizle Ford?"
sad Mr, Payme, with a sudden gleam
of animation,
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have told you, else,”
And away he drove, leaving our hero
pile of luggage at his feet, and a gaunt
dog smelling at the skirts of his coat.
“Who's Naomi?" said Mr.
the moon. “And
would she have told me?"
He raised an old-fashioned
knocker that hung at the door, and rat-
The gaunt dog, arous-
what
ing and began to bark. FPresently, a
tall, thin woman, with a red pocket-
handkerchief tied on her head, with a
kerosene lamp in her band, opened the
door.
“Oh,” sald she, peering sharply at
him, “you're the young man {rom the
city, are you?"
With the initiative thus taken out of
his hands, Mr, Payne could only incline
his head.
“All them traps your'n?”’ demanded
the Widow Buck, abruptly.
‘Yes, madam,” Mr. Payne admitted.
“Humph!" said the widow. ‘Pears
to me it's purty tol’able cheeky of you,
asked to stay.”
“I thought, madam-"'
“I'm a-talkin® now, ’* said the widow,
“To begin
the beginning, we don't know anything
about you. You may be a bank-burg-
“My references, madam
“Yes, I know,” said widow,
them very references is most
forged. But I'm willin®
able. How old be you?"
“And
likely
to be reason-
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Buck. ‘‘Buta young gentleman from
the city came, And don’t you b'lieve
Naomi, I took him for Peleg, and 1
peppered away at him welll”
“Oh, mother, what will he think?”
cried the softer young voice.
“‘I asked his pardon, of course,” said
the ola lady, ‘“*And he took it all as a
joke.”
And when Peleg Driggs himself, the
next day, put tn an appearance, he was
summarily dismissed, while Mr, Per-
cival Payne and the fair Naomi were
sitting by a trout-pool in the cool woods
below; for Naomi knew all about the
haunts and nooks of the neighborhood,
and handled a fishing-pole most skill-
fully,
Mr, Payne liked Mallzie Ford, and
stayed there all summer. And as there
were several boarders in the old stone-
house, Miss Naomi concluded not to re-
turn to factory-life in the Lowell mills,
but to stay and belp her mother with
the housework; and when the autumao
came, she was engaged—to Mr, Perci-
val’ ’ayne.
“The sweetest wild-flower in all the
Northern woods,’? he wrote, enthusias-
tically, to his friend Warden,
Warden went up to Mailzie Ford,
He was Introduced to Miss Naomi,
He agreed with his friend.
“She's a little jewel,” sald he,
“You're a lucky fellow, Payne. But 1
didn’t know, when you wrote me that
you were 55 well suited with the accom-
modations here—"’
“That I was suiting myself for life,”
interrupted Payne. ‘But you see that
such was the fact,”
A BHAKING ISLAND,
Thrilling Faperience of a Hunting
We were in the heart of Okefinokee
There were five in the party,
three young men besides myself, und
When we started on our hunting ex-
along the edge of the swamp, without
attempting to penetrate the interior.
The excitement of the chase and the |
novelty of our surroundings gradually
For two days
we had observed a light curling smoke |
some miles ahead of us, and we finally
the big Florida swamps,’ said Dupont, |
one of our party, “and it is beheved |
an eternal fire underground.”
As our way was through
quicksands, stangant pools, and tangled
undergrowth, our progress was slow.
We bad to keep a sharp lookout for
snakes and alligators, and altogether
morasses, |
“It is an island!” shouted Dupont,
We had reached the spot at last, In
the middle of a lake, whose black wa-
ters were rippling in a curious fashion,
was an island of perhaps 200 acres, cov-
ered with scrubby bushes, All over
the island thin columas of brown smoke
could be seen slowly rising.
“I don’t understand what keeps the
water disturbed,” said one of the men;
*“*there Is no breezes,’
“Hit am de debbil's own pot." said
We quieted Sam, and put him to
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“It shakes!” exclaimed Dupont, who |
Sam was the next one on shore, but |
if this was they managed
Maine, answered meekly:
“Two-and-thirty.”’
*‘Ever been married before?”
ly questioned the widow.
“Certainly not, madam!
things in
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“Any business?’
chist,
**None, madam.’
“Well, I like that!l®’
with a scornful sniff.
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a disgrace as that! Expect to live on
“Madam? gasped poor Mr. Payne.
“How d’ye suppose you're ever going
to keep my Naomi, even if I allowed
you to marry her?’ sharply went on
the woman, “what 1 shan’t do, and
don’t you think it! She don’t care for
you, anyway! When she heard you
was coming, she made up her rl} to
stop off at Catley’s Dam, just to get rid
of the sight of you. Therel So just
pick up your traps and go back again
in the way you come! You won't
never be a son-in-law of mine."
But while Widow Buck was volubly
uttering these last glib sentences a
faint light began to dawn on Mr,
Payne's semi-obsenred brain,
“I think, Mrs, Buck,” said he, ‘‘that
you must be laboring under a little mis-
apprehension, My name is Percival
Payne. Iam from Doston. I was rec-
ommended here, as an eligible board
ing-place, by Mr. Warden, of 15 Pep-
permint Place,”
**Mrs. Buck nearly dropped her lainp
in her consternation,
“Well, I never!” said she, instantly
flinging the door wide open. “Please
to walk in, sir, I'll send the boy out
arter your trunks and things in half a
minute, I beg your pardon, 1'm sure,
for mistaking you for Peleg Driggs,
from Lowell, as was comin’ here after
my daughter Naomi! She works in
the Lowell mills, Naomi does. To
think how ever I could have made such
a blunder! Do walk in, sir.”
And Mr, Payne was promptly intro-
duced to a delightful little ‘“‘interior,’’
of red carpet, round table spread for
tea, shaded lamplight, snd a fire of logs,
burning on an open hearth, to keep out
the damp of the summer evening,
After ten o'clock, when the wearied
traveler was In bed, In a pretty litle
room, where thers was an t-day
clock in a cherry-wood case, and a car-
pet made of woven ho heard the
opening and shuting doors below,
the clear sound of a familiar voice
the volce of his black-eyed traveling
asked,
“Peleg didn’t coms, ”’ saié the Widow
“De Lawd hab muassy!”
kain’t stan’ dat.”
We all followed Dupont and found |
that the islund was trembling quite |
be said, “I |
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my companions,
“It is nothing of the kind,” I re. |
marked, *‘I have heard of it before, |
but we are doubtless the first white |
who have landed here in forty
“What do you know about it? asked
Dupont, quickly,
“Simply this. When Sir Charles
ited this country, he explored the
swamp and examined this very spol,
He found it shaking all the time, with
fissures in the earth constantly opening
and closing, with this same peculiar
smoke rising from them, He came to
the conclusion that the crust of the
earth was thinner right bere than in
any locality of the globe. The volcanic
action near the surface causes the
smoke, and also the continual bubbling
of the lake. This may have been go.
ing on for centuries. You know that
the Indian word OkXkelinokee means
trembling earth,”
“Well, I can’t say that I care fo
camp here,” said Dupont, “bul, as we
age here, we might as well explore a lit-
tle.”
This was the general opinion, and
Sam was persuaded to leave his quar.
ters on the raft and trust himself to
the unstable island.
“I have found a geyser,” reported
one of our explorers, who had been
rambling about on his own hook.
Guided by him, we went to a little
spring of boiling water that was gush
ing forth near the center of the island,
With the water came jets of steam,
sand and blue mud. At this place the
shaking was so violent that it made us
stagger, and we would hear under our
feet 3 Juli sae SE rumble, “ '
Arse m mus
git out’er heah.” 8 :
He made a run toward the raft, when
a small fissure in the earth about a foot
wide yawned in front of him. The
poor fellow dropped on the und in
speechless terror. We hel him up
and tried to reassure him, but it was
no use, As soon as he was calm
enough to walk, he made a break for
the raft.
" is the ouly sensible fellow in
the party.” said pont, “There is
danger of breaking a leg in one of these
fissures, and [ don’t see why aman
could not be swallowed up.’
I at this, Sir Charles Lyell
had of the island as a remark-
able curiosity, but he had not predicted
any serious outbreak of the forces of
‘See that”! continued Dupont.
I looked, The fissure which had
frightened Sam had closed up complete-
ly, I drew a long breath. In the
midst of such phenomena a man feels
small, Before I could say anythin
there was a deafening roar, a ay
cracks opened in the earth, and the
smoke coming out of the ground was so
thick that we were almost stifled, Une
doubtedly it was a genuine shock of
earthquake; something altogether dif.
ferent from the light tremors previous.
ly felt.
“We must run for it,” I shouted.
Just then another shock came, and
threw us heavily to the ground, We
rose in a dazed condition, and saw
within a few feet of us a yawning
chasm fully three feet wide and a hun-
dred feet long. It emitted a volume of
steam, and with inconceivable rapidity
closed up with another jar that nearly
toppled us over again.
We started on a run for the raft,
“Where is Dupont?”
We all asked this question at onee,
The raft was in sight, but Sam was the
only occupant. We faced about, but
could see nothing of the missing man,
Had he in his terror taken the wrong
direction? It would not do to leave
him, and there was nothing to do but
to retrace our steps,
We yelled out his name and traversed
every foot of the island. There was
not a trace of our friend, We looked
at each other with terror stricken faces,
The same thought was uppermost in
the minds of all. Had Dupont been |
swallowed up in the yawning chasm? |
It looked very much like it, Again we |
resumed our search, but without any |
better success than before, Then we |
gloomingly made our way to the raft |
and paddied to the other shore. 1 sug-
gested that Dupont had rushed off when |
the shock came, and, blinded by the |
smoke, he had perhaps fallen into the
lake, i
“No, Marse Ross, said Sam, gloom- {
ily. “He's done swallowed up in de |
bowels ob de yairth, Hit’s done hap- |
pened befo’, Ise heerd many a time |
dat Injuns and hunters wuz lost heah |
in just dat way, I useter laugh at "em |
‘members dem |
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A hurried search around the lake
tion, and we took up our line of march |
tlements, i
We had a new trouble to face.
ple: would not belleve our story,
Peo-
At}
we had killed Dupont, but that theory |
that our friend had drowned himself in
the lake,
Under the circumstances there was
nothing to be gained by discussing the |
strangers, We left the |
simple country people sticking to their |
belief that Dupont was under the lake |
somewhere, but we Knew as well as we |
knew anything that he had fallen head-
long into the very centre of the fires |
raging so fiercely in that slumbering
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A Feminine Tendency Which Came |
Out Early in Life,
FASHION NOTES,
~-Stripes are fashionable not only for
dresses but for mantles.
Speaking of the theatre, it is once
more the fashion for ladies to carry
bouquets in their hands-—small, round
bouquets, wrapped round with a hand-
some old-lace pocket handkerchief,
— With walking costumes cloth
skirts of deep red are very fashionable;
tunics of brown, gray and such neuira
tints are draped ov ir them, The man-
tle is lined with red, and there is also
a soupeon of red in the trimming of
the bonnet,
-(iray or black and white costumes
are also in great favor, so that quiet
tastes can also be indulged, and fash-
ion has Duy of variety to choose
from. a rule bright linings to
dark or gray outer materials are con-
sidered in best taste,
~The most elegant trimming for
dresses is embroidery. Dresses of plain
Indian cashmere are trimmed with
panels covered with embroidery, In
floral or arabesque patterns, Thus a
very tasteful dress is of Russian gray
Indian cashmere; it is draped on the
left side over a large panel of embroid-
ery. The pattern represents a profu-
gion of chrysanthemums in various
shades of red, orange, yellow and
cream,
~The Lyons manufacturers
silks in lovely tints and artistic de-
signs, which are made up into ex-
tremely handsome dinner and evening
dresses, Silk brocaded grenadines are
also employed for such tollets. For
the theatre light silks are made with
peaked bodices, open in & point in
front, without any trimming. The
with one deep flouncs,
~An elegant skirt for a dinner toilet
is of pink and dawn colored glace silk.
It is trimmed round the foot with a
deep-plaited flounce of pink China
crape, put on like a hump pufling, fall.
above that falls a deep lace flounce. A
little above the heading of the flounce
together and fastened at the back
under an enormous bow of molre rib.
bon.
senorita jacket of rose colored silk over
white lace,
The small standing-up
collar is covered with point lace, and a
deep point of the same comes down
in front. This
bodice looks extremely pretty in the
new glace velvet or plush, shot of two
It
or colored, and the point lace may be
—Tweeds of every description,
striped woolen materials in endless va-
“Please, how much is that very large
doll?’ asked a beautifully dressed little |
girl, about two feet six inches high, of |
a salesman in a Woodward avenue es- |
“That is §25, miss’ was the amused |
AnSWer,
“Isn't that a good deal for one |
“Yes, but it is a very large one; its |
eyes open and shut, it cries, says ‘mam.
ma’ and ‘papa;’ can sit in any position |
and has a beautiful dress.”
“The frock is pretty,’ said the little
one, dublously, **bat ii's lots of money,
The clerk did as requested, and an-
mounced the result: ““T'wo dollars and
forty-seven cents;’’
*“That's lots too
the small lady.
“Yes, a good deal.”
“Well, let me see. I have some money
in my bank at home, and there is some
more coming to me for pot cating des-
sert and—oh, I'll tell you,” she ex-
claimed, brightening at the truly femi-
nine idea, “you may send it to the
house and charge it to papa.”
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College Minstrels at the Wrong
Window.
A good story is told al the expense
of the Amherst College Gles Club,
About ten years ago the club made a
trip through New York Stale, and sang
in Rochester at the same time that
Kate Pennoyer, a pretty stage singer,
was there. After the concert it was
proposed to serenade the lady and the
club proceeded to her home and struck
w the familiar college hymn, “Dear
velina,” paraphrasing the chorus
thusly:
Dear Kate Peanoyer.
Sweet Kate Penmoyer,
Our love for thee
Shall never, nover die,
After singing the entire song the
boys walted a moment for a recogni-
tion of their serenade. Slowly a win-
dow in the third story was raised, later
a man clothed in of white and
with whiskers a foot long was seen, and
then a bass solo was wafted down to
the colleglans:
Dear Boys, below there,
Sweet boys, below there,
Your Kato Pennoyer,
Lives four doors below here,
As the last words of his died on
the frosty air the Amherst College Glee
Club gathered themselves up like Arabs
and as silently stole away.
«The management of the Maple
Avenue Ditving Burk, Elmira, N. Y.,
has decided to # spring meeting,
commencing June 12 and continuing
to ball dresses and other
full evening tollets are suspected
rather than seen,
bags are very hand-
SEE
fabrics can be worn far into June with
perfect comfort, and it Is indispensable
that they should be made In great
simplicity. These woolen materials
really require but little drapery or
garnishing, the stylish effect of a gown
of the description depending entirely
upon its perfect fit and finish,
— An elegant model for a reception
dress is of electric-blue cashmere;
opens in front, over the chest,
opening is filled up with while cloth,
embroidered with gold braid. The
cashmere tunic is draped over a white
gold. The braid pattern forms a deep
and a wide border round the foot. The
slesves are plaited on the outside, and
the plaits are fastened down at regular
distances by a few stitches, and are
This toilet can be made more simply of
light brown cashmere and white cloth
braided with brown.
A eolose-fitting pelisse of Russian
gray cloth,—which is almost blue,~the
back of the skirt formed of fall
breadths that are sewed in a reverse
manner to the bottom of the back
pieces, about three inches below the
walst line in close gathers, Tapes are
used inside at the back to keep ihe
fullness from sprending too much at
elaborate braiding, in the same color,
the brawd sewed on by one edge so that
it stands out from the goods. The
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HORSE NOTES.
—It has been reported that Harry
Blaylock, the Canadian jockey, will}
ride for Green Morris this year,
—H, L. & ¥, D. Stout, of Dubuque. |
Ia,, recently refused $3500 for the colts
Dubuque, by Nutwood.
—Henry Ridley will occupy the
rosd-house near Point Breeze Course
when John E, Turner shall go to Amb-
ler Park,
~Dr. 1., Herr, Lexington, Ky., has
sent us his catalogue of Forrest Park.
It shows the breeding of some choice
horses.
—The Spring meeting of the Nat.
ional Jockey Club, of Washington, will
commence on April 26 and continue
eight days.
—John Sheppard, of Boston, who
was recently injured by a runaway ac-
cident, is so ill that visitors are not al-
lowed to see him,
— Happy Mediom was 25 years old
when he died. Up to the present time
106 troiters and pacers of his get have
appeared in public races,
~—Willlam Neely, of New Haven,
Conn., has purchased the pair of bay
mares Faith and Hope, formerly owned
by Mr. Willlam Edwards, of Cleve-
land, O., both sired by Lexinglor
Chief.
—Walter Gratz has just purchased
in California of M, Monroe, the chest-
nut colt Ellwood, 4 years, by Norfolk,
dam Ballineite. Ellwood will be
trained and schooled for cross-country
work.
~The syndicate of Directors and
stockholders of the Cape May Driving
Park have purchased the sisamer Re-
$lai
hs
Iroad as accessories to the driving
park,
— 4. Bither left Racine, January 31,
for the Glenview Stock Farm, in Ken-
tucky, and took with him Jay-Eye-See,
Phallas, Brown, James G., Victo
Wilkes, Lydia Sprague and twelve
-The Gentiemen’s Driving Club of
dent, J. G. Taylor, Vice Presidents,
G. Osgood; Treasurer,
—A bill has been introduced m the
blyman Emley, of Paterson, which has
cember, January, February, March and
April.
~The Mutual Dniving Association,
of Newark, elected officers as follows
the first week in February: President,
E. E. Bergen; First Vice President,
William Naething, Second Vice Pres'-
dent, Charles Leroy; Secretary, Alex,
T. Benedict; Treasurer, C. F. Can-
field,
“‘Mafah” Leavitt, with Jim Gould
made the snow fly. It flew more
owing to the *“‘Majai’” having the
shafts of the sleigh spliced with bean
poles in order w lengthen them, so
that the little gelding’s big stride
would not interfere with his way of
going.
—Harry Long, the new lessee of
imont Race Course, should do well
with his new enterprise, providing he
shall start right, and there Is no reason
The track
soon be flourishing.
~The dates originally selected for the
meeting of the Northwestern Associa-
tion of Trottiag and Pacing Horse
Breeders at Washington Park, Chi-
cago. were August 14, 15, 16, 17 and
18, but when it was found that the
meeting at Rochester was fixed the
same week a change was made. The
meeting will begin on August 21 and
close on August 25,
~—W. W. Flint, of Stroudsburg,
Pa,, writes that the Monroe
County Agricultural Society will have
the track at its Fair grounds put in
good shape for tr ting. The clas
tion will give a fall meeting, with hib-
eral purses, A number of younger
people have taken a hold and mean to
push things so that they may have a»
place to trot their horses,
—A slight alteration is to be made in
the English Derby course before the
next races, A! present a small portion
of the course is in the manor of Wal
ton, and a heavy sum has to be paid to
the lord of the manor for permitting
races to be run over it. By taking the
course a little more to the west the
manar will be avoided, anil the money
which now has to be paid saved.
Robert Steel, has sold $50,000
worth of trotters within six weeks.
John P, Crozier; of Upland, Pa., pur-
chased Graceful 234), Gawrey,
Merry Thought(2.22}), Buzz Medium
Hal Happy Frincess,
and Nutbar. J. C. Sib
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