Unfinished Work.
Thy work unfinish'd?~do not fear,
It is the lot of mortals here;
And of the rude and incomplete
We offer at the Master's teef, —
Poor fruits of pain and toll and cire;
And while we iay them sadly there,
Helifts the weary bands that fall,
And comfort speaks: —He knoweth all.
He knows the trials and the loss,
The patient zeal; the daily cross;
Thy wish to run and neyer faint,
And grief which utter’d no compiaint,
The “tears thy meat by day and’ night,
The clouds that veil'd the Holy Light;
And gently saith, “0 fearful heart,
Sufiicient strength will I lmpart.'’
Unfinish'd? Soul, He knoweth best
Who calls from labor now to rest;
To build no more, no Wore Lo reap;
“He giveth His beloved sleep.”
Tho' at His coming may be found
The stone unset, the sheaf nnbound,
Yer, for thy faith, beyond the skies
Thine own shall be the long'd-for prize,
¥
A VISITING CARD.
It wns a ralny day in January.
Large drops were beating monotonous-
ly against the windows of a red brick
house whose white stone trimmings
and other heavy architectural orna-
mentations wore that air of having
been manufactured by the thousand
which ecbaracterizes the dwellings of
those good people who have gained
wealth without gaining taste,
Behind the guipure curtains on the
first floor stood a bandsome blonde
looking out vith a bored expression in
her cold blue eyes. This was Solauge
Tarvenue, the only daughter of a re-
spectable bourgeois, who, having mad
his money in trade, now lived a gen- |
tleman of leisure mn this {ine new
house, |
“Heaven!” exclaimed Mlle. Tar- |
venue. “how tiresome this rain isl]
One can’t go out to make any calls, |
and no one comes to see one, It’s en- |
ough to give one the spleen!’
“The spleen? What's that?” asked
M. Tarvenue, from the depths of his |
newspaper. |
“Something vou don’t understand, |
papa,” sad the young lady, impati- |
ently. . |
“Suppose you practice a little, my |
daughter,” suggested Mme, Tarvenue, |
putting up some stockings she had been
darning., **Thau piece, you know, you |
are to play at the Paulpiur to-night.”
“Yes, it would be well worth while, |
would it not? sueered Solange, *‘Peo- |
ple who don’t know one note from an- |
other! As though there was any one |
in the Ville-Abbe, any way, who did, |
What is the use of having any talent |
for anything when one lives in the pro- |
vinces?"’
“Oh, the provinces again! Solange
is in a bad humor. I'll get out of the
way,” remarked M, Tarvenue.
“Leave the child alone. The tem- |
perature affects her. It is psychologi-
cal.” said Mme, Tarvenue, who flatier- |
ed herself that she understood her |
daughter, and was upon the same intel-
lectual level, a beit, the latter had been |
educated in Paris,
she went down stairs with the girl,
and there Solange with—one must be
just—a good deal of mere digital bril-
liancy, began to practice one of those
showy and utterly hollow musical pro-
ductions, in which there are technical
difficulties in profusion, but absolutely
not one that can speak to the heart or
to the mind.
In the midst
matic scales the bell rang.
“There!” cried Solange, stopping
short. *“*I'msure that is a call, You
see, MAICInG, you were not at home to |
visitors. Every one is not as much
afraid of bad weather as you are.”
“My dear child, what are you think-
ing of? Such a day as this! Why the
parlor furniture would have been ruin- |
ed by peopie’s wet clothes!”
“People’s wet clothes! It is to be
hoped the people we know would wear |
waterproofs—as long as they come on
foct,’” added the young lady, bitterly.
She rang the bell. A young servant
girl came in,
“Bring the cards that were left just
now,” i
The servant returned. Solange |
threw an indifferent glance on the bit |
of pasteboard. Suddenly her face
lighted up; she exclaimed quickly: i
“Mamma, it was M, de Prevaret! |
And you didn’t receive him!" i
“M. de Prevaret!” wailed Mme.
Tarvenue. *“*Dear mal What a pity!”
“It does great good to say, ‘What a
pity, now!’ cried Solange, sourly.
M. de Prevaret was considered the
very best eateh in Ville-Abbe, Young
and handsome and clever, and the pos-
sessor of a large fortune, he lived with
his mother, the Dowager Countess, in
one of the most sumptuous residences
in the town. And this young man, on
whom every woman of rank with a |
marriageable daughter smiled, had |
rung the door-bell of the Tarvenues,
and left his cards for them! How had
this ever come about? Ie bowed to
thew because they bowed to his mother,
but he had never been Introduced to
the ladies,
“What can it mean?” asked Mme,
Turvenue, anxiously,
Solange was standing before the
glass,
“Why, it seems to me that it is very
clear!’ she replied, with deep compla-
cency. ‘Haven't you noticed, my
dear mamma, that every time we go to
hear tie band play M, de Prevaret is
there too?’
“What! -— why -—~ do you think?"
Mme, Tarvenue did not dare finish, so
audacious did her thought seem to her.
“And why not?” demanded Solange,
throwing up her blonde head with a
triumphant air that made her really
immensely handsome,
“You are right,’ murmured poor
Mme, Tarvenue; “'you are pretty en.
t was quite true that Poinage Tar~
of these trills and chro- |
that such attributes only can convey.
and it was joined to a mest extracrdin-
ary amount of egolism and vanity,
She had played, in childhood, behind
the paternal counter, but she had been
educated in a fashionable Parisian
school, from which she had brought
away all manner of ambitious, In her
dreams for the future she saw noble-
nen at her feet, and she would not
have thought a crown misplaced had it
been made to rest on her magnificent
yellow hair, It was therefore no wonder
that the Comte de Prevaret’s visit bad
not much surprised her. She saw in it
simply the natural result of her beauty,
She received her father when he return-
ed with a superior smile of calm fatu-
ousness, while Mme, Tarvenue, who
was more unsuphisticated in her new
grandeur, exclaimed, agitatedly: *“If
you only knew whom we hava just
missed!”
“Oh! You think I don’t know,” re-
plied the good man, trying to look very
subtle, So he has come to make his
proposal, has he?"
“To make his proposal?’ quavered
Mme, Tarvenue, *‘You knew, then?"
“It is to be hoped that 1 did know,’
remarked M. Tarvenue, with import.
ance, ‘“‘He sald to me only this morn-
ing: ‘It is time we came to ap under-
standing. Eusebe is fairly wasting
away, he is so much in love with Sol-
ange.”
* Eusebel
ing?"
“Of my friend Ramillat, who is most
anxious vhat Solange should marry his
son, *
**M. Ramiilat did not
rang
Of whom are you taik-
call,
the door-bell
And Solange,
tically left the room.
“M. de I'revaret!” exclaimed M.
her daughter’s sell-possessed and indif-
ferent mien. “Solange is not astonish-
3 He has been noticing her a great
And if he should want to
marry her there would be nothing sur-
prising in that either. She Is hand-
some enough to make a
possible,”
A discussion then arose between
Mme, Tarvenue and ber danglhiter as to
whether they should call, in their turn,
smn —
Then—**We have no secrets from you,
my daughter, and you know already
that wy friend Ramillat has spoken to
me of his desire of making a match be-
tween you and his son. 1 expected an
official proposal from him three weeks
ago. 1 did not receive it, and since
then he had seemed to avoid me, I did
not like to call on him, because that
would have been undignified under the
circumstances, Finally I met him to-
day on the street, and, although he
pretended not to see me, 1 accosted him,
*What’s the reason one never sees you
any more, Ramillat?’ ‘It seems to me,
sir,” he answered, stiffly, ‘that it is
scarcely my place to call upon you again
after the step I took three weeks ago,
and which you failed to recognize in
any way.’ And now it turns out that
he came here, left his card, as I was not
at home, and thought, of course, as we
had bad a conversation on the previous
day, that I would understand the visit
as a formal demand on his and his son’s
part for Solange’s hand, Here we are
at loggerheads, and all because you did
not give ime his card.’’
“ut he never came—he never left a
card!” eried Mme, Tarvenue,
“In any case, there's a good match
off,” grumbled M. Tarvenue,
“Do not deplore it, I beg,” remarked
Solange, with her most superb mien.
Ct ,
Ramillat in any event, 1 hope before
long to present to you a son-in-law of
quite another stamp,”
In less than eight days Mme, Tar.
venue and her daughter repaired anew
to the dowager countess.’ Solange
dark blue, with astrakban trimmings,
and a togue of the same on her golden
hair,
Mme, Tarvenue, in plush and jets,
an indifferent and con-
temptuous air, which she thought in
the best possible form,
When the countess the
Aw two
pressed a movement of surprise, but
she received her guests with that graci-
ous amiability which so successfully
Keeps people at a distance,
*1 was sorry,’ she said, in her slow,
voice, “not to have been at
which was thus concluded by the young
lady:
mad.
el press-
“The loss was entirely ours,
said Solange, with
papa who returned the call. Bat he
would
way that would do us justice.
if it were I, having the habit of the
is best that mama
perfectly. So it
By doing so we will make her under-
stand that we are very willing to know
her, but not willing to accept the atten-
tions of her son against her wishes,"
said
red aud very
“Certainly, certainly.”
ill at ease,
“1 segrettod ths coincidence all the
more that I thought you might have
wished {o see me with regard to some
church charity.”
Solange understood the allusion, and
I am interested in
“No, madame,
a week later was carried out.
On the same day the dowager coun
furniture, He, who was the
asking his mother how she had passed
the afternoon,
to receive, she said, But there had
been several callers, **Among others
these’ —and she took up a card,
“Mme, Tarvenue' and mademoiselle,
“Dos
she
“1 was surprised to get
“I know them, and I don’t
I think,
of business now, They sit near
yout in church—the father is a little
man with spectacles; the mother very
and rubicund; the daughter a
You must have seen them?”
“Oh, Yes, I remember now, I be.
lieve they bow to me. They are good
“Good souls, pechaps,” laughed her
“but frightfully ordinary. The
is impossible, As for the
She is
she announced,
antly, **We have come simply to prove
you were pleased to show us that
approved of your son's visit to us.”
It was pow the countess’ turn
agitated. Had Gerard really
The daughter was
you
pretty—very pretty.
“1 did not know that my son had
grand air, “but his friends are mine,
Ahl There be is now,
tered with a smile, **will you not intro-
duce me 0 Mme, and Mile,
me?” asked the countess,
“Perhaps to solicit subscriptions for
some charity, The mother and daugh-
ter belong to different church organiza-
tions, 1 think.”
“Perhaps. 1 don’t care to know
I might
leave my card some day at their house,
That would not commit me to any-
thing.”
“Qf course not,
Tarvenues,’’
The lady little dreamed what a com-
motion the square of pasteboard her
footman deposited at the Tarvenue
door one alternoon, would cause in
that household, When Solange, who
was at the window, recognized the Pre.
varet livery, she forgot all her assump-
tion of indifference and rushed down to
the kitchen to tell the servant that the
ladies would receive, Then she threw
a hasty glance inlo the drawing-room
to assure hers lf that all things were in
order there, and, still running, return.
ed to ber room and began to make an
appropriate toilet, What was not her
disappointment when she heard the
carriage drive away again,
“Idiot!” she cried to the servant
over the bannister. “Why didn’t you
say we were al home, as I told you?”
“But, mademoiselle, the footman
didn’t ask, He gave me the card, and
I said, ‘Madame is at hohe.” Then he
sald, *Well, give her that, then.”
“Very well,” said Solange, with
acerbity. “But you might, at least,
have refrained from sayl that we
were at home, since, you 't been
Nevertheless, the sight of the coun.
tess card somewhat appeased her, That
of the countess’ age,
Especially with the
card at their house, proved conclusive.
ly that she wished to sanction her son’s
course, Thus did Mme. Tarvenue
think likew the two ladies re-
solved that least they could do
would be to call once more upon the
countess without delay.
This had been arranged when M.
Tarvenue, who spent an hour at his
club every day, came in with a very
sloudy troy.
She was clever enough, but it was a
thoro ghily mderial surt of cleverness,
“It seems to me that it
ought to introduce me,’
man, bowing
mother’s guests,
**1t is true, monsieur,’ said Solange,
low before
“we
regretted not being at home when you
called, some time ago.”
looked embarrassed, and said nothing,
“My daughter alludes to the visit
ary,” here threw in Mme, Tarvenue,
“1 wish that I too maght allude to it,
madame, but [I am afraid there isa
misunderstanding, since I would never
have permitted myself, not having the
honor of knowing you, to present my-
Now, however, I
shall,” he continued,
doing so."
Mme. Tarvenue desperately rose,
and, followed by ber daughter, left the
room, When Gerard bad
from seeing them to the door, his moth-
er sald to him:
**Tell me truly, my son, did you call
on these people?’
“Never in the world, my dear
mother; and I don’t in the least know
what all this means, ’’
In the street meanwhile Solange was
biting her lips till the blood started.
“What idiots we were! We have
spoiled everything! He had come to
thy
the bug!’ she rageqa.
“What a pity] If only he comes
back again!’ said Mme. Tarvenue,
prayerfully,
The next day there occurred Mme,
Tarvenue’s small weekly reception.
The lamps were lighted, and Solange
was setting out some dominos nonchaly
on the baize table,
“Is everything red” "’’ demanded M,
Tarvenue.
“Oh, yes."
“Well; because 1 hold a good deal to
this one evening in the week, when I
can gather my old ‘ends around me,”
said the old fellow. “I miss one,
though, Ramillat,”” and he sighed,
he a oan Se 35
ange, with a book in her a -
oned herself to golden-tinted reveries,
That very morning the Count Gerard
had bowed to her profoundly, and on
Joo Sneidant. trivia ant was, She had
un to erect a visionary scaffoldi
of dreams. Suddenly the don open
again, and M. was announced.
nr Tarvenue hurried forward to meet
m.
He broke off with a loud Jaugh.
“Tell me, Tarvenue, do you know
the Comte de Prevaret?’’
“Very well; but hie comes here,
“Ah! he comes here? He came on
the 6th of January, eh? Well, I left
his card”
Solange, who bad raised her head
from her book, now approached,
“And this 1s the way of it: It's all
the fault of that good-for-nothing en-
graver, Bladel. 1 ordered some cards
for January 1. Probably the Count
Gerard did the same, Now, what do
you suppose I discovered alter three
weeks? That the cards in the packages
were mixed inadvertantly — half of
them were mine and half those of the
Count Prevaret. That is how it hap-
pened that you received a card from
that gentleman, and that is how—"’
Solange, whiter than a sheet. had
risen with difficulty, and retreated into
the embrasure of a window. ler
mother followed her,
“Courage, Solange!
Ramillat, After all,
such a bad match!”
“What! When one thought one was
going to be a countess!’”’ and she hast
ened from the room,
“Excuse Solange,” sald M. Tarve.
nue. **She is feeling indisposed.”’
Three months later Gerard de Pre-
varet was married toone of his cousius,
and the same day M. Eusebe Ramillat,
disdained by Solange, conducted to the
altar the daughter of his father’s part-
ner,
They say that Solange Tarvenue will
not marry at all.
"
Be kind to M.
Eusebe 18 not
————————
PLAYING AT WAX-WORKS.
How a Young Couple Discovered an
Amusement not on the Bill
Tripping lightly up the steps of the
Eden Masee, a pretty young girl, prob-
face that she expected to have a good
Following with a more dignified
wrap. Ounce inside, the young bride
stopped to gaze wilh curiosity at the in-
terior arrangements, but the next mo-
ment recolled with a little scream from
the stolid policeman leaning on the
box office,
he
calmed her,
that
1"
George's assurance
*‘never, never been alive,
7 George
before, but the
bal in the chamber of horrors, She
looked into all the stereoscopes, went
up in the Turkish smoking room, where
no smoking is allowed, and settled her-
self in a dark corner of the divan for a
rest, her head lying low on her hus-
band’s shoulder. Her eves closed and
he became absorbed in the contempia-
with the feather in her hat,
tion, in a dreary state of mind, four
well-preserved old maids entered and
their eyes {ell on the young couple.
Arranging themselves in a semi-cir-
cle, they admired the fair group for a
moment in silence, and then the young.
herself longer, broke out with: “What
a beautiful What au exquisite
effect! How it appeals 10 eo Oh!"
'
ideal
her three companions. The bride look-
ed up and giggled, George blushed, and
an animated conversation followed in
an undertone,
“Wasn't it funny, George?
took us for a wax group.”
“Yes, 1 think they did.
They
“No, really?”
“Yes, really.”
“George, suppose we play at being
figures a little
George agreed and they
ladies were disagreeing with each other,
Two of them declared that the group
was wax aud the other two that it was
walk slowly through the room and in-
spect it. Forming in single file, led by
tering with excitement, they marched
through the door leading from Lhe stere-
opticon gallery and paused opposite the
two quuet figures, but only for a mo-
ment, as a little giagle which came
from under the big hat dispelled all
illusions, and as they passed out of the
opposite doorway each heaved a big
sigh, -but what for the reporter could
nol imagine,
A few minutes later three youths
carrying cigaretts entered and the first
This was unexpected, however, flat-
tering, and, with as much dignity as
they could command, under the circum-
stances, the couple sat up straight, to
the great astonishment of the three
youths, who as they departed winked
at each other sympathetically, This
ended all posing, and the bridegroom
and bride adjourned to the nearest res-
taurant in a manner exceedingly unbe-
coming well-behaved wax figures,
~(Galen has wn but Little since
his race for the Futunty stakes,
A. J, Cassatt hes purchased
Abaca, the yearling sister to Foxball,
Peter Duryea has placed Kenil-
worth, 2.184, in Van Cott's stable.
~Favonia trotted fifteen winning
heats in 2 20 or better the past season,
~=Hell Boy reduced his record to
2.194, at San Diego, Cal, on Decem-
ber 2.
«= I'he Parkville Farm has sn eighth
St + mils track on which to try year
FASHION NOTES,
-A wrap that has attracted some
attention, more from its novelty than
any element of grace or beauly it may
possess, has a round yoke with full
breadths falling straight to the feet all
around, These breadths are laid in
side plaits about three inches wide,
and are very closely set. The style Is
becoming perhaps to one lady in one
thousand, and it is not at all probable
that It will become popular,
-A pretty lttle frock In reseda
cashmere was cut lo show a small
round yoke of vieux rose nun’s veil
ing, closely tucked, Tucks appeared
also on the sleeves between shoulder
and elbow puffs, and on the little skirt,
where they were set in clusters of five
or seven together, The collar, cuffs
and band into which the frock was set
were embroidered In pink silk,
— Dall coiffures are quite in the Em-
pire style, less high over the brow than
was worn last season, but higher at
the back. The aigrette is going out of
fashion; the hair Is now ornamented
with small wreaths, put on like bands
across the front. Silver and gold
ba ndelettes are also much worn, rows
of pearls or merely strips of ribbon, ar.
ranged In the Grecian style,
~— English turbans are popular, also
many ladies, must be most artistically
tic effect. The formation of the article
on a frame, and so many of them are
made of cheap and inappropriate ma-
~-A very elegant wrap is made of
and plain plush, The
full length fronts and sides are of bro-
cade in side plaits, three plaits on
of the front and three
The wide revers are of
plush, the sl~eves are of brocade, with
bauds of plush extending over the
sleeve at the hand and around to the
back breadths, thence to the bottom of
~—Flowers are mueh used on ball
especially the orchids, hy-
acinths and delicate beaths, A num-
used by themselves and with the dow-
The prettiest were light blue or
light peach or a delicate gray, and are
quite new in their way. It is astonish-
ing what an effect they produce. A
Live tulle, with these butterflies scat.
—Drocades blend well with tulle,
gray, for example, was
A
intermixed
the brocade
altogether original. Ope, made In ap-
green, was trimmed with hand.
it opened in a straight line
of crepe de chine, with sliver satin
drops all over; the sleeves were rufiled
on the arm, from the shoulder to the
elbow, ending in silver (rimming. In
a yellow satin after the same period,
Cashmere, Henrietla cloth and
similar fabrics will be In very general
use for semi dress costumes.
for the modified Directoire and
Empire dresses that are coming into
indoor wear. Soft twilled
silk, crepe de Chine, China and Jap-
anese crape and like materials are used
elbow sleeves. Many of these sleeves
in diamond shaped
which is a draped polonaise of Benga
line,
- Very stylish models show exceed.
ingly wide, full drapefies falling in
long folds from the beit to the bottom
of the skirt. These draperies may be
drawn hign at the sides, the folds fall.
ing in long points, and the draperies
may be so plaited as to form fans or
kilted effects either In groups or plaits,
or all around the skirt. A favorite ar
rangement of drapery for the back of
the skirts is to mass a very large num-
ber of plaits in the closest possible
space at the point of a postilion back.
The side forms extend to the bottom
of the dress, and are almost plain.
This arrangetnent throws the entire
fullness into the immediate back of the
The plain eflect of the sides is
relieved by very wide loops of ribbon,
or of folded silk set flat upon the skirt
just below the waist, and falling almost
to the bottom of the skirt,
~Single tulle is employed often over
satin or some kindred fabric that is
allowed to show its own beauties.
Melon is a favorite shade, and
HORSE NOTES.
—J. W, Ogden has sold Cleon, 2,22,
to M. Heddon, of Newark,
Tariff, 2.20}, 1s now owned by a
gentleman in Elmira, N. 1.
—id Barnum ‘‘the iron hors’ won
the Goshen handicap at Gattenburg
last month beating Specialty and Her~
mitage.
~The reported sale of Proctor Knott
turns out to bave been unfounded,
Sam Bryant now says that the gelding
is not for sale,
~The California stallions Junio, by
Electioneer, and Jim L., by Dan Voor-
hees, will in all probability meetin a
match race before next spring. The
owner of the former is out with a chal
lenge to trot for any amount up to
£5000,
~-Macbeth 11 is reported to be doing
well in the Chicago Btable now winter-
Ing at Nashwille, and high expectations
are being ballt for him for next sea-
son, Egmont, in the same siable ise
progressing finely, and it is thought
that he will be able to stand another
preparation,
-The following running meetings
have been arranged: Lexington, Ky.,
May 1 to 8 inclusive; Louisville, May
9 to 18 inclusive; Latonia, May 20 to
June 1 inclusive; St. Louis, Juse 1 to
15 inclusive: Kansas City, June 17 to
22 inclusive; Chicago, June 22 to July
20 inclusive; St. Paul July 23 to 31 In-
clusive,
-~Budd Doble’'s stable of trotters
and pacers were shipped from Chicago
to Los Angeles, Cal., in charge of
| Frank Starr, in December. It con-
| tained the trotters Jaek, 2.194; Knight,
| 2.204, Rutledge, 2.27}, and pacers
Johnston, 2.064, and Ed. Annan, 2.174.
The thoroughbred horse Father Jolin
was also shipped with them,
— ‘Knap’ McCarthy has picked up
iin California a young pacer that he
{ thinks will make a second Johnston.
| He is a bay 8 year old gelding by Del
{ Stur, and wonderfully fast. He has
| paced a quarter to road cart weighing
100 pounds, drawing his owner and 90
pounds extra weight, in 51§ seconds,
the first time he had ever beenon a
track,
~-The stallion Startle, that died the
last week in December at Robert Bon-
ners Tarrytown farm, was foaled 1867:
sired by Ryadyk's Hambletonian, dam
Lizzie Walker, by BSeely’s American
Star. It 1870 he got a record of 2.36,
which was considered very fast In those
days, and was sold by Charles Back-
man to Robert Donner for $20,000.
{ Mr. Bonner never started him in a
race, but when matured trialed him
{ over Fleetwood track in 2.19, the fast.
est mile ever shown over that course
up to that period. On another ocea-
| sion he trotted a half mile in 1.02}.
—FP., N. Miller's racing stable was
{sold at New York recently. Among
the principal sales” were the following:
{ Ch, ¢. Alan Arthur (2), to J. P, Mor-
rison for $2100; ch. ¢. G. T. Boyden {2},
to Edward Brasu for $1000; ch. f.
Lady Arthur (2), to Mr. Ashpeclon for
$1000; ch, c. sired by King Dan (2), to
David Gideon for $500; en. f. Miss
Thomas (2), to J. M. Jetfcote for $300;
b. f. Lilly (2). to Edward Weston for
! $250; ch. f. Kanta (2), to E. W. Phil-
{ lips for $300,
— As indicating the large and varying
interests of “Lucky” Baldwin, pro-
prietor of the Rancho del Paso Stable,
California, his letlerheads are of 1n-
terest, They contain a Hthographic
bird's-eye view of Arcadia and the
Santa Anita tract, and the printing
matter says: “Office of E. J. Baldwin,
Hotel Oakwood, Arcadia, Los Angeles
county, Cal,, No. 57 North Spring
street, Los Angeles; San Gabriel Valley
| Lands; Baldwin Hotel, San Francisco,
| Tallac House, Lake Tahoe; wines,
brandies, oranges, nuts and Iruits of all
descriptions; Santa Anita store, gen-
eral merchandise; thoroughbred and
road horses; Devon Dairy, Arcadia
Floral Farm; water rights, miners,
ete, ete.”
-A great many stories are told of
wonderful feats on horseback, but it is
safe to say that none of them can
equal the following, which comes from
Australia. It happened on the Bris.
bane course {Eagle farm), at the races
beld on Jandary 28, in the handicap
hurdle race. Mr. Barker's Gratton,
ndden by Paterson, while coming to
the last burdle before entering the
| straight for the second time, slipped,
and striking the hurdie heavily, turned
a complete somersault, landed on his
legs, and went on after his horses
again without losing more than twenty
yards, DIaterson, by an extraordinary
display of horsemanship, sticking to
the saddle throughout. He did not
win, but came in a fair third.
— Foremost among trotting stalilons
of the year is the black horse Stame
boul, by Saltan, dam Fleetwing, by
Ryedyk’s Hambietonian, second dam
by George M. Patchen, third dam hy
Od Abdallah, Stamboul is an wbred