J. MALCOLM FORBES AND FORBES FARM 



not resist asking if he had received a telegram from 

 Doble. He said no, and added: "Why do you 

 ask?" 



Mr. Hamlin replied: " Is it possible that you are 

 ignorant of what all the world is now talking, the 

 great achievement of Nancy Hanks? " 



Mr. Forbes simply removed the yachting cap 

 which shaded his face, and looked at us with ques- 

 tioning eyes. 



"Nancy Hanks trotted in 2.04 at Terre Haute 

 yesterday," I remarked. 



" You bring me good news," said Mr. Forbes, 

 and he calmly led the way to the office, and placed 

 before us a biscuit and a glass of rare old sherry. 



Mr. Hamlin was amazed at the lack of enthusiasm 

 shown by an owner whose mare had won the cham- 

 pionship crown of the world, and exclaimed: u You 

 do not seem to warm up much over the news." 



The reply was calmly courteous: " I am gratified, 

 but you surely do not expect me to turn a somer- 

 sault." 



Mr. Forbes evidently had great control of his 

 feelings and this probably kept his judgment from 

 going astray. I have before me the catalogue in 

 which I made memoranda as we strolled over the 

 farm. In this farm, at the base of Blue Hill three 

 miles from Readville, there were 130 acres. The 

 buildings were painted orange. We saw Arion jog 

 on the three-quarter mile track, and I quote the note 

 which refers to him : 



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