(j6 training the trotting horse. 



to her, and Bodine in the rear. They all trotted very 

 rapidly and steadily to the half-mile pole, the Maid 

 reaching there in 1:08|, with Lucille four lengths be- 

 hind her, and Fullerton at her wheel. Smuggler, in 

 the meantime, had swung to the extreme outside, and 

 was trotting with amazing speed. Before the three- 

 quarter ])ole was reached, he pad passed both the best 

 daughter of Golddust and the swiftest son of Edward 

 Everett, and his broad white face appeared instantly 

 with the form of Goldsmith Maid as she swung into 

 the home-stretch, trotting so near to the pole to save 

 distance that it seemed almost certain her sulky wheel 

 would strike the inside fence. Smuggler did not seem 

 to care to economize space. He swung boldl}^ into the 

 center of the course. On came the leaders, like fright- 

 ened phantoms fleeing from pursuing fate. Doble was 

 lifting the little mare and vigorously applying the whip. 

 Gallantly did she respond to every call upon her speed 

 and endurance. Marfan, with firmly-extended limbs 

 and tightly-nerved outstretched arms, was bracing 

 himself to hold Smuggler together, not to force him 

 ahead. At the drawgates the mare was only one-half 

 length in advance of the might}^ stallion. Doble put 

 forth superhuman eiforts to land the mare a winner. 

 He shifted the bit in her mouth, and welted her sides 

 with his whip, and fairly worked his bod}^ forward to 

 force along the sulky^ at the last fraction of a second 

 lettino: o'o of her head, in order that her outstretched 

 neck might give her the victory by at least a throat 

 latch. But at that instant Smuggler was mightier 

 than the queen and her master reinsman combined. 

 On he came with that true, powerful stride, and truer, 



