IN THE CLUB ENCLOSURE 



rather a don. After Epsom cricket claimed him 

 again, and then Doncaster, and in the late autumn 

 — hey I to Switzerland. That is what I call a well- 

 ordered life. We met too at the Queen's, Southport, 

 when many of us were there for the Liverpool Meeting. 

 What a time it was in that billiard-room, with Joe 

 Plant as the hare with a pack of hounds after him. 

 Then again, what uproarious applause when John 

 Thomas Crossley sang a song. It was one of the most 

 comfortable houses possible, and the food the last 

 word in quality. So many of us nearly wept when 

 Mrs Barker — or rather Mrs Tom Barton, as she is 

 now — came across the grey side of Fortune. But I 

 am getting away from Ostend. 





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