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resolution or staggered his gait so that he would have 

 indulged in a heart-broken, maddened, fatal break. 

 But not so the nicely - poised, grandly - determined 

 Smuggler. Instantly he resumed his wonderful 

 stride. On he came to his adversaries, with the fatal 

 swoop of an unerring eagle on its prey, rapidly pass- 

 ing the astonished Lucille and the strugghng Fullerton 

 till he overtook the fleet-footed Maid at the draw- 

 gates, and rapidly outfooting her, beat her to the score 

 in two minutes, nineteen and three-quarter seconds. 

 After such a splendid exhibition of balanced action^ 

 subjected to such an unexampled test, how futile is the 

 tape-line assertion of Mr. Helm that Smuggler is an 

 inch too short in the muscles of the forearm and too 

 heavy forehanded for trotting equilibrium. The elec- 

 tric rush of his finish fairly frenzied the excited multi- 

 tude. Their former deafening plaudits seemed almost 

 like the echoes that now came from the reverberations 

 of the surrounding forests. Again the water flowed 

 down Colonel Russell's face like a river, and the lady 

 spectator below him, overcome by the defeat of her 

 favorite, retired from public inspection, ashen-pale and 

 sick at heart. 



" The fifth heat was called promptly on time. Smug- 

 gler seemed to be getting very lame in the off fore 

 foot, but otherwise he was as fresh and composed, ap- 

 parently, as when he first came out for the race. He 

 seemed to possess more determination to triumph than 

 ever before. On the second and fourth scores, so eager 

 was he to rush to the front that he pulled off his right 

 fore shoe. To replace it required considerable delay,, 

 which encouraged the backers of Goldsmith Maid. 



