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THE RACING WORLD 



winning a selling race, finishing a good three 

 lengths in front of my prospective Derby winner. 

 It seemed too cruel, and if I had not been so 

 horribly upset I should have felt furiously 

 indignant when my trainer proposed, as the best 

 thing to be done, putting the ^A:-Treasure into 

 a selling race at Epsom, where " the easy course 

 would suit him." I hated the idea. " Was 

 there no chance of his coming on ? " I asked, 

 but could gain no sort of consolation. We 

 would keep him a little longer, at any rate, and 

 see, I decided ; and so he was kept, ran for one 

 of the engagements, and finished '* down the 

 course " after showing a little flash of speed. 

 We galloped a third time, and then put him 

 into a selling race at Brighton. That I thought 

 he had won. He got away with a long lead, 

 was lengths in front till near the distance, when 

 — how well I knew his habits ! — he began to 

 roll, was caught and passed, beaten a head for 

 second place, and claimed. He never won on 

 the flat, but carried off a few hurdle races — my 

 Treasure that I had seen, in my mind's eye, 

 battling successfully with the best, and, after 

 stocking my sideboard with Cups and swelling 

 my banking account with stakes, retiring to the 

 stud at a fee of 200 guineas ! 



