Sour Grapes.
“The melancholy days’ are here—
I mean, you know, it's May
When Winter things look mighty queer,
And furs must pack away;
When every shop has blossomed out
With all the 8pring’s new styles,
And hats and gowns begin to sprout
Along the way for miles,
My last year's wrap is trimmed with lace,
And jet is now the rage:
My bhat’s not tall enough for grace,
My bonnet shows its age;
The very buttons on my suit
Are out of vogue sompletely.
The very pattern of my t
Escapes the style quite featly.
My parasol, unlike the shad,
Has bones indeed too few;
Nor is my bang the Iatest fad
Since Russia gives the cue.
ny tournure is not quite the thing,
dy ulster has no capes—
In fact, the fashions of the Spring
To me are all sour grapes.
I will not care what's worn to-day,
The poets of the woods
Are singing such a roundelay,
But not about dry goods;
The May flowers have not changed their
suit
In color or in sheen,
And every young and tender shoot
Still wears the same old green.
In as nearly his own language as I
can remember it, this is the story, and
I have no doubt the true story, that
Peter Landis, a clerk at the East St,
Louis stock yards, told to me,
People who picture a bloodhound as
a mastiff magnified about two diame-
ters, tawny colored, with a muzzle like
a keg, and paws the size of small hams,
have derived their idea from Uncle
Tom’s Cabin troupes, and know noth-
ing about the real article. Bloodhounds
are used in the penal institutions of all
the southern states, but nowhere as ex-
tensively as in Texas, where the raising
of them aud their sale to sheriffs and
wardens forms quite an industry, I
happen to know a good deal about the
beasts, although 1 was never a dog
fancier or an officer. The truth is I
was a convich
I look back on it with sorrow, but
without shame, for I was convicted of
something I do not consider a crime. I
had been employed as a cow puncher on
a ranch south of Fort Worth, on the
Rio Grande, and we were taking a
bunch of cattle north to the Panhandle
districh. At a little town called Hay-
man Junction a sheriff's posse stopped
us took search for some stolen horses,
and ope of the deputies claimed my
pony. I had raised the animal from a
colt, but the deputy was obstinate, so
we had words, and he finally snatched
up a Winchester, I protest 1 had no
wish to hurt the man, but I believed I
was in danger, and, to make a long
story short, 1 shot him in the shoulder,
was arrested, tried, and, in spite of all
my friends could do, sentenced to the
Northern penitentiary for two years.
The charge was “‘assault with intent to |
do great bodily hari,’ and there was
considerable prejudice against cowboys
in the place where [ was tried,
I had never been a bad young fellow,
and this was heartbreaking to me, but
I had still my self respect and deter-
mined to serve out my sentence patient-
ly. The penitentiary was at Huntsville,
400 miles away by rail, and thers were
eighteen of us to go. The method
used in transporting us is the method |
still in vogue in Texas, and I challenge |
penal history, with the exception of that
of the galleys of Toulon, to furnish a
parallel to it in brutality. Iron collars,
weighing at least five pounds, were
riveted around our necks, we were
stood in double file and then yanked,
two and two, to a long chain that ran
down the center. Imagine a vertebra |
with eighteen ribs, and one has a fair
idea of the arrangement, but no words
can convey the sense of degradation,
the brutalizing horror and shame that
even the most callous feel upon becom-
ing part of this sad and sinister proces-
sion. Handcuffs were snapped on each
man and, bending and stumbling under
our chains, we were driven through the
jeering crowds up to a smoking car side
tracked for us, and the journey began.
It was a terrible one, The central
chain was long enough to stretch from
seat to seat as we sat, two abreast and
nine rows deep, but if any man moved
his head he would jerk the necks of
those before and behind him, and a
quiver woud passed along the whole
line. In fact, the last two men were
chained up so short that they could
barely sit on the extreme edge of their
seat by crauning their necks as far front
as possible, and in this posture they rode
the whole 400 miles. To sleep was out
of the question, and when one moved
the whole clanking, cursing, miserable
mass moved with him, We got some
bread and meat once on the trip, which
lasted exactly twenty-six hours,
When we finally reached Huntsville,
I was trembling like & child, tears of
sheer agony were running down iny
face, and I tried as best I could with
my manacled hands to hold the cruel
collar away from my neck, which it had
chafed raw. The rest of the men were
in scarcely better shape, and our joints
were 80 stiff from sitting nearly motion-
less for a day and a night, that we
could with difficulty walk. As we were
getting out of the car I stumbled and
pulled over another man, half strangling
myself at the same time, Instantly the
nearest guard rained down a shower of
kicks upon me,
“I've noticed you shamming,’ he
suouted. “Wait till we get you in the
walls,”
“The walls” was the slang name for
the prison, and this little episode fixed
I was =
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“I'll bore a hole through him If he
does,’ replied the other.
So with this recommendation 1 was
introduced to the camp. Itlay in the
midst of a thick belt of woods, and was
guarded by a cordon of sentries, exact.
ly as a military post, The men slept in
log barracks, and the work consisted
altogether of chopping and cording.
The tasks were severe, the punishments
excessive, and the food and sanitary
arrangements of the place abominable,
Although chains and shackles were dis-
pensed with, there were no escapes, for
not only where the guards instructed to
fire unhesitatingly in such a case, but in
one corner of the camp was a kennel
containing twenty bloodhounds. None
of the convicts were; allowed to give
these dogs food or become famillar with
them on pain of a lashing, but 1 often
saw them, and they looked very much
like setters, dead liver colored, small in
size and sleek of hide, with rather sharp
pointed noses. There was nothing at
all formidable about their appearance,
but dreadful stories were circulated of
their ferocity.
Fall was coming on and it was get-
ting cold, when one evening I escaped.
It was unexpected, I had gravitated
into a water carrier, and had gone, just
about dusk, to a spring near the out-
skirts of the camp. As I neared it the
guard at that point passed me and said
as he passed me: “Jim, I'm glad you're
here. I've been feeling sick.” Then
it flashed on me that he mistook me in
the gloom for the relief guard; it was a
chance that might never come again, |
dropped by bucket and quickly walked
away.
Now, this was my position; I was in
a wood in a strange, thinly settled
country that I did not know. I had
convict’'s stripes on my back, and not a
cent or a weapon in my pocket, and I
knew that my absence was sure to be
discovered in less than an hour, when
the roll would be called, They were
long chances, but death, it seemed to
me, would be preferable to recapture
and punishment, The thing was to put
as much space as possible between my-
self and the camp before the alarm, and
I plunged ahead, taking a southeasterly
direction from the stars. 1 chose the
thick of the wood rather than the open,
for from the time I passed the guard
the bloodhounds had never been out of
my mind an instant, and I knew that
the trees would seriously embarrass the
riders who follow the pack. Itis gen-
erally supposed that bloodhounds track
and tree fugitives long before the
pursuing party comes up, and in matter
of fact, the riders always aim to be
right on the flanks of the dogs. There
was a good deal of underbrush and it
was hard progress, but excitement kept
me up, and I never paused until I
reached a clearing a good six miles
away, where I threw myself down and
listened. The wind was still yet, the
night was full of the interminable stir
of the woods, the flutter of leaves, the |
snapping of twigs, and the scamper of
some belated squirrel, and in every
sound I fancied I could hear the faint,
far baying of the hounds, Stories I
had heard In camp of the savage beasts
swarming over poor wretches and tear- |
ing them open as they fought, came |
back to me, and every revolting detail
leaped into horrid picturing in my mind |
until my scalp began to creep and sweat |
started out all over me like water. It]
had grown very dark, but I dived into
the woods again, thrusting my hands in
front of me to keep the branches out of
my eyes.
I kepton pretty steadily all night, and
when morning dawned it found me on
the fringes of the wood belt, with a
sparsely grown, undulating country be-
fore me. There was a thicket near by;
I crept into it and panted there for a
while, I was dead tired, and my feet
were swollen so that my shoes seemed
bursting; but I could not sleep for the
haunting thought of those dogs yelping
along my trail, and getting nearer and
nearer, I made a club from the limb
of a tree, and dragged myself on, It
would be tedious to rehearse the ex-
periences of that day and the next In
detail. I was weakened by punish-
ment and bad food, and fatigue began
to tell terribly upon me. I slept in un-
easy snatches, waking with a start, and
took extraordinary pains to break my
trail, swinging from branches of trees
and jumping from stumps, My brain
was so distraught and preyed upon that
often I stopped stock still with the agon-
izing conviction that the hounds were
right behind me, and at times I could
make sure I saw them crashing through
the underbush. On the second day
when I was half famished, I managed
by great good luck to knock over a rab-
bit, and ate some of it raw, carrying
the rest with me. On the third day |
had as yet seen no house, but struck
into a disused road, which made me
hopeful that there were some habitation
pear. 1 had determined to throw my-
self on the mercy of the first man I met,
It must have been about noon, while
I was passing through a well wooded
strip, that I heard a mournful note that
made my bear stand still, It was no
hallucination this time, but the unmis-
takable wall of bloodhounds that I had
heard often enough from their kennel
in the camp. As I stood there, terror
stricken and thrilling, the baying sound-
ed again, now night at hand, and an
instant later, three dogs appeared over
a little rise and made straight at me.
There was no tree near large enough to
Bea Ee A Po Aa and
prepared to fight. But when the dogs
came within a dozen feet they stopped
and began to fawn and wag their tails,
They were hounds from the camp--they
wore the Long Star collar—but it was
plain they wanted to be friends even
with such a poor wretch as I. Then I
noticed that the brutes werestarved and
Sais
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chance or dexterity, caught a wild
turkey, and thus we managed to keep
alive, At night time we all slept In a
heap, and the dogs kept me warm,
Moreover, I knew that it would be im.
possible for any one to surprise me be-
fore they would give the alarm,
On the eleventh day out I and my
three bloodhounds walked into a cow
camp, and when the good natured cow
punchers heard my story and satisfied
themselves that 1 had been one of them
once upon a time, they undertook to
spirit me over the state line, I hated
to part with the dogs, for we had con-
ceived a great esteem for each other;
but the cowboys kept them as loot, and,
1 afterwards learned, sold one of them
for $75 to an English tourist. After a
couple of months of vicissitudes I made
my way north, and, although the
authorities of Texas have assured me
that there will be no effort made to
prosecute or rearrest me, I have never
had any craving to visit the Lone Star
state,
———— AIA ———————
A HORSE-THIEF'S TALK,
He Tells Why and How He Got into
the Profession.
According to a report from Brooklyn
a wild and picturesque horse-thief, who
roamed about this and contiguous
States with his flowing and capacious
garments full of modern agencies of de-
struction, was arrested three weeks ago
by Detectives Anderson and Miller and
locked up in Raymond street Jail, He
pleaded guilty in the Court of Sessions
before Judge Moore to the charge of
stealing the horse of Miss Bessie Harts.
horn, a School Trustee of the village of
Locust G-ove, near Rahway, N. J,
and was remanded to awall senlence,
His name he gave as Charles Marron,
which the local chronicler of his dash-
ing career intimated was fictitious,
In the long list of baneful things
that Mr. Marron was accused of hav-
ing stored away in the labyrinthine
folds of his attire were two 44-caliber
revolvers, a big bowie-knife, two jim-
mies, a dark lantern, a mariner’s com-
all these dangerous instruments had
been taken from him the other day, a
young man from the Sun bearded him
in his cell and was locked up with Mr,
Marron for an hour,
Mr. Marron's cell is No.
one on the second tier. As the door
closed with a metallic click the misty
silhouette of a man of the medium
height arose from the shadowed end of
the call
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himself,
the talk, of course, was turned to the
subject of horse-thieving. While Mr,
Marron was talking he nervously work-
ed his hands as if he had hold of a pair
of reins and was urging a reluctant
horse to “get up.”
mittently during the interview, There
was nothing about him suggesting
except a red flannel shirt,
mentioning. He has a
The expression of his mouth was
hid wm
themselves when he smiles, and pro-
ject beyond the lower lip and give him
the aspect of a man whose prehistoric
ancestry may have bad a strain
squirrel in it, His distinguishing feat.
ures are his eyes, They are pale gray
and rather large. That is the total of
thelr similarity.
startled look.
ency to quiver and half close itself
every now and then. The pupil lurks
near the outer corner of the orb, as if
it were apprehensive of attack from the
back. The other eye Is well-behaved
and perfectly respectable.
a strong suggestion of frankness It
its disreputable neighbor. The report-
er requested Mr, Marron al the begin.
ning of the talk to be perfectly frank,
Mr, Marron answered that if there was
double-barreled epithet of “liar and
horse-thief’’ could not be hurled at
him.
The veraclous horse-stealer took up
his imaginary reins, fingered them a
moment, and jogged along thus:
**No, sir; I was borne in Westchester
County, near Yonkers, forty-two years
ago. 1 have never been in the West.”
“What made you take to horse-steal-
ing?”
“Well, I didn’t make enough money
in my little shop in Bennett street to
support my wife and two children de-
cently, so I thought 1'd go into some
sort of thieving to help things along. I
never thought I had skill enough for a
burglar, but I was a pretty good judge
of horses, having shod a great many,
and 80 I determined to be a horse-thief,
I stole my first horse in the summer of
1887. There was a big demand for
horses by the Italians that got their re-
pairing done at my shop. Most of them
were junkmen, and not as honest as
they might be, Tony said they could
sell all the horses I got for ‘em. 1
don’t remember how many [ stole, but
I guess about fifteen, and as many light
wagons and buggies, too.”
“Flow did you feel stealing your first
horse?"
“1 was very anxious to make a suc.
cess of it. must say I was a little
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a bull-dog revolver.”
**Did:you ever use the revolver?"
“No, sir; 1 carried it to frighten off
any body who might take it into his
head to pursue me, ”’
“Did you ever steal two horses at
once?’
“No, sir; I never took more'n one
horse from a barn. and if a man had
only one horse, 1 went to some other
man who had horses to spare. 1 was
never mean enough to steul a man’s
last horse. But I always took the
youngest and best horse in the barn,
because I could get more for him, and
because the farmer wouldn't be likely
to overtake me if he started out on any
of the horses I left behind, I always
took a carriage or wagon, After I had
got into the barn I would go into the
stalls and flash the lantern on the horses
to find out what they were worth, |
also picked out the best harness and a
couple of good blankets. I then hitch-
ed the horse to the wagon or buggy and
drove off, keeping my eyes peeled and
my ears open for pursuers, I never
was chased that I know of. 1 always
started for Brooklyn, but sometimes it
would take me two days to get here, |
got one horse as far down as Fort
Pennsylvania, from a man named J, V.
Stout,
in Orange County, in this State,
I took something out of my line, It
time 1
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near Rahway, That was the
took Miss Hartshorn's horse,
bad.
Lil
So I had to postpone the job un-
next night,
| slept there until morning. I noticed
| the clock on the desk, and I set the
alarm so I would be sure to be waked
up before the school teacher came, I
have and I took it.”
“How much did you
horses and vehicles?"’
“From $40 to $50 for the horses, and
from $15 to $35 for the buggies and
wagons, The Italians who live in the
neighborhood of my shop bought the
horses, They sold em again for twice
as much as they gave me. I sold the
wagons at auction. Altogether I made
nearly $1,200, 1 sent all of it but what
I needed to live on to my wife and chil-
dren in Ulster County. They were
sick most all the time, and they needed
all I could give them. I sent them up
there to my mother-in law just after I
{ bagan thieving, as I didn't
wife to find out how I was earning a
{ living.
| away, or I wouldn't have been arrested.
{ Most of the people from whom 1 stole
| the horses got them back,
| list of the places where I had been
| the detectives, and they found out the
{| names of the owners, Of course I had
get for the
{the horses to; but I didn't care about
as some of them had given me
away."
A A —— LA m—
A Great Joke,
“Tue funniest thing bappened last
i night,” said a merry-looking gentle-
man, as he ran up to Desk Sergeant
| Hughes at the armory to-day. ““It was
{ the greatest joke, Hal! hal”
“Well, what was it?”
“My name is H. T, Green.
Ha, ha, hal®
**What's the matter with you?”
{ “Burglars broke into my store last
inight., Ha, ha, hal’ and Mr, Green
| burst into a spasm of laughter,
{i *Idon’t see much to laugh about,”
{ said Hughes, ‘What did they get?”
i “Only two boxes of cigars. It was
the greatest joke, Ha, ha, ha!”
i “Well, that wasn't much; but I don’t
sea the joke.”
“Don’t you? Well the cigars were
i Inaded—about two drachms of powder
{in each. I'd like to see those fellows
{ try to break into some house while they
| were smoking some of them.”
t Officer Murphy entered the station at
| this moment, dragging a dirty-faced
{urchin by the collar, They boy was
| kicking and screaming like a trooper.
| “Book this bve fer shootin’ craps,”
| sald Murphy. “It’s a purty chase ye
| gave me, ye omadhaun.”
{ The little gamin made a grimace at
| Murphy, borrowed a match from a by-
{ stander, and drawing a cigar from his
| pocket began
| cago,
to smoke in placid con-
| tentment,
“What's your name?’ asked the ser-
| geant,
| ““Bang!" the cigar burst with a sound
{ ike a dynamite bomb. One piece hit
| Murphy in the eye, and the frightened
i lad fell to the floor as though he was
i shot. Mr Green was the only self- pos-
| sessed person in the room, and be for-
' got his self possession in a spasm of
laughter,
**Better—ha, hal-—book him for-—ha,
hal—burglary, too, Mr. Hughes,’ he
, 48 he rolled in a chair and
caught his breath. Desk nt
Hughes took the hint and half a dozen
loaded cigars were taken from the
lads pocket and filled as evidence
against him,
The Gem of the Collection.
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“What's this?’ asked his uncle,
handling 3 yaty iExevegently. The boy
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FASHION NOTES,
~~ Although most ladies prefer wool
dresses for traveling, silk and woo!
combinations are often, used for such
tollets this season.
New black silk jerseys, elaborately
braided, fasten with one button, and
then round off over a vest of white
pilot cloth closed with handsome pearl
buttons,
—Neéw combinations of soft, sub
dued coloring appear in stripes of rose-
wood and lead color, cream and peach,
plum and rose color, pale brickred and
oldgold.
-Some round straw hats are cov-
ered with point Q’esprit lace and
trimmed with lilies of the valley, corn
flowers, jonquoils or white and blue
v.olets, These are very pretty
young girls,
— Although the turnedup collar has
‘not completely disappeared from our
toilets, a great many of the new sum-
mer dresses are made nol quite so
down frilling of plaited tulle or lace,
~— Evening dresses of
{ materials and light colors, rosecolor
and applegreen having a decided pref-
| erence, while pure white is very much
18 probably most becoming to the ma-
i jority.
are exhibited in countless varieties,
Velvet basques to be worn with light
with crepe, which also forms the
| puffed sleeve below the velvet one van-
i dyked at the elbow.
— Bonnets and hats are bewildering
| in their vanety of styles, The capote
18 much worn, The favonte shape bas
a low crown, and comes in all kinds of
and colors combined. They are trimmed
with exquisitely delicate flowers, with
lace and with net and embroidered
tulle and gauze.
~The black lace bonnet has still
many admirers, It is made with fail
frills of lace all around, and between
the doublerows of lace are dainty little
wreaths and clusters of multiflora or
banksia roses, or of violets and forget.
me-nots, with foliage and grasses,
—Some of the hats have large,
| square crowns and broad brims twisted
| fashion. Flowers in a bright profusion
{trim one side of such a hat, or long
| ostrich plumes drooping om the neck.
| Others with protruding front of golden-
| brown fancy straw have a tuft of gold-
| tipped feathers on the top of the
| crown.
—A new style of very elegant walk-
woolen tissues, with designs exactly
copied from ancient cashmere shawls,
| subdued shades of coloring. For in-
stance, one of light buff cashmere has
{ the front and one side brocaded with
| cashmere patterns, The bodice, In the
{ shape of an open jacket, has the back
| plain and the front brocaded; it opens
biue silk.
— White flowers are in great favor,
but as green is the color most specially
in vogue this season they are generally
chosen of greenish hue-—that 1s, be-
fore they are full blown. Especially
pretty are clusters of balf-opened
Guelder rotes, green tinted at the top;
white rose-buds are also prettily
grouped with a few green petals and
green leaves, Large broad-brimmed
black straw hats are trimmed with
clusters of white and greenish flows
and loops of faille ribbon to match.
«Many caprices are introduced ‘just
for the summer,” which are not likely
to be permanently adopted, yet demand
the faithful chrouicler’s attention.
Such is the fancy for omitting the
high collar of the basque and leaving
the neck uncovered to the collar-bome,
with a turn<down plaiting of the dress
goods to finish the neck of the dress.
A fold or ruching of crepe lisse or lace
can be worn inside, This is a fashion
becoming only to those who have short,
fair and smooth necks; all others need
a high collarette to fill up the defci-
ency.
—A pretly summer costume for a
girl in her teens is a brown and beige
checked fancy woolen material, and
plain beige tissue to match. The
checked skirt falls in ample folds; the
tunic forms a draped tablier and small
puff; the bodice is a long-waisted
jacket, tightfitting at the back, slanted
off at the sides, and remaining entirely
open over a full chemissite of em-
broldered cambric, finished at the top
with a narrow band of the checked
material; coat sleeves with embroidered
cuffs, osca hat of buff straw,
trimmed with buff ribbon, and a clus-
ter of greenish hopblossoms,
~Beautifal tollets are worn at the
matiness and the 6 o'clock teas. The
style of these is in many instances that
of the Empire. The Josephine gown
continues to be in favor for parties and
dra rooms. In the streels a sash
all;
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HORSE NOTES.
~1Abbie B., 2.19], has been fired.
~Montreal 5 to have a new race
course,
— Wash Woodruff has Brandy Boy,
record 2,204.
—~A, J. Cassatt
America In August.
--A driving club Las been formed at
{| Burlington, N. J.
—Red Light tro‘ted a mils In 2.20}
at Louisville recently.
| —~Emperor of Norfolk has won nine
| races and about $35,000 so far this sea
son,
~1t i8 sald that Gossip, Jr., was
“played’’ for a winner at Point Breeze
| on July 4.
~—Johnston and Arrow are barred
| from the free-for-all pacing race at
| Island Park,
~Jaubet, a brother to French Park,
| gold for $1600 after winning a selling
race at Chicago.
~The managers of Point Breeze
| Course should try to get the soll of their
track more solid and springy.
~The Chicago Stable lost seventeen
races and about $15,000 before winning
| once at the Chicago meeting.
~—Crescendo, by Mambrino Dudley,
| dropped into the 2,30 list at Boston re-
| cently, acquiring a record of 2.28%
~The br. 8. Camberland, foaled
| 1882, by Aberdeen. dam Susetta by Al-
| mont, died on June 26 of pueumonia.
| Sally C. won the free-for-all pacing
| race at Derby the last week in July,
| defeating Silver Threads and Hon-
esly.
~-Blue Wing is now in Louis Mar-
tin’s stable at Brighton Beach, taking
| daily sea baths for the benefit of his
| legs.
| —Jay-Eye-See received a bad gash
in the muscles of one of his forelegs at
Hickory Grove recently. He was play-
| ing in his paddock and came in con-
tact with a barb wire fence that in-
| closes his pasture.
-W. H. Wilson, of Abdallah Park,
Cynthiana, Ky., has sold for something
over $1000 to Hubinger Brothers, of
New Haven, Conn., the bay colt Per-
simmons, 3 years old, by Simmons, dam
Nora B. by Administrator,
~The horse-breeders of Montana
| want a separate fund for the prosecu-
tion of thieves and the stamping out of
glanders. The tax they are now re-
quired to pay is used largely for the
| protection of the cattle interest.
~The Ascot grand stand was {irst
| opened to the public in 1839, and the
| funds to erect it were raised by 100
| shares of £100 each, of which £5 were
| to be pald off every year; so that at the
will return
| end of twenty years the stand wa: free
from debt,
~The Belmont Course will have a
| great double-team race in the course of
| a few weeks, Charles Bocklus, James
| E. Cooper, David Nicholis and the
farmer's” team have already prom-
| ised to enter, aud they are all anxious
| to have 1’inafore and Indian Joe in.
~The Interstate Fair is debating
| whether to build a mile or a half-mile
| track on its grounds at Trenton. The
| Fair will be held on October 2, 35 4
| and 5, and not Jess t han $8000 will be
| given in purses for the trotters,
—Jerome Whelpley has taken his
stable of trotters—whicli contains Ma-
johica, 2,15; Bertha, by Blue Bull; Red
Star, by A. W. Richmond, and three
others—from Fleetwood to Parkville,
and will work them over the Parkville
Farm track.
~A ten-mile trotting race for $200 a
side between F. P. Barrows’ Jim and
Thomas Russell’s Hampton was pro-
hibited at Piainville, Conn., by State
Agent Thrall lately on the ground that
| it was too bot, and would be crueity to
the horses,
~A division of E. J. Baldwin's
Santa Anita stable have arrived at
Monmouth Park under ths care of Bob
Campbell, the trainer, They consist of
Estrella, Grisetta, Los Angeles, Lillie
California, and the 2 year olds Alaho,
Rosebud and Paolo,
~The famous pacing mare Buffalo
Girl, 2.124, has foa'ed a bay colt by Je-
rome Eddy, 2.164. at the Jewett Farm.
W. B. McDonald. who owns the colt,
has named him Eddy Mac.
—-Only seventeen horses out of the
Detroit (sixty entered in the three colt
stakes, to be trotted for during the
fall meeting, failed to make good the
second payment; pine in the J. L,
Hudson stake for 2-year-olds; five in