When the Marquis Came Into His Own 



his head to the ground. Now came all the boasted 

 strength of his ancestors pounding through his 

 veins, and after the first few minutes as the Mar- 

 quis held his own, Fullerton felt more than half 

 convinced that he had done the colt a rank injus- 

 tice, and that the latter could gallop like that for 

 hours or leap a five foot wall, and he scorned to 

 look back for the Yorkshire Lad but rode in the 

 first flight with the best. He picked out the 

 highest panel of a stiff white-washed board fence, 

 and as they came safely over, theMarquis squealed 

 and he heard the men laughing behind him. But 

 the Yorkshire Lad followed him closely and there 

 was little to choose between the two. 



Oh the glory of the music to Fullerton's soul, as 

 the scent began to burn, and the hounds ran with 

 noses high. The bigger the fences the better, — 

 that would show the difference between them, — 

 for the Yorkshire Lad had the wasp of a waist 

 that would test his endurance soon, and the Mar- 

 quis had the pluck of the devil, and a barrel that 

 not every girth would go around. Sometimes the 

 Yorkshire Lad's breath came hot on his quarters, 

 or sometimes they raced side by side, while the 

 men on their backs spared their weight when 

 they could, and studied the country beyond. 



Now comes the song of the hounds * 'There he 

 goes, there he goes, there he goes," and the Mar- 

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