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hunter. Why, in a couple of months this three-year-old 

 would be fit to carry him anywhere once a week, if he 

 did not keep him out too long ! How he could jump to be 

 sure, and what a fine easy sweeping stride he had ! Waller 

 was surprised, and Miss Bellermy was delighted; unfortu- 

 nately she had lamed her horse slightly, so she decided to 

 go home with that gentleman, who was perfectly satisfied 

 with the sport the youngster had shown him, and with 

 the turn events had taken. Once more, it does not con- 

 cern us what the young couple talked of, but when the 

 event of which I am now about to tell you took place, 

 everyone knew that Miss Bellermy was going to change 

 her surname to that of Waller, and that in the merry 

 month of May the gentleman of that name would cease 

 to be a bachelor. 



It is quite unnecessary to say that Sultan now took 

 up his abode in the hunting stable, and that the promise 

 he showed on that eventful day in November was hilly 

 borne out. And now, wonder of wonders ! we find him in 

 the saddling paddock at the Brockleness Steeplechases being 

 carefully saddled by his owner for the Hunt Cup. Miss Bellermy 

 was close at hand, Avearing the dark and light blue colours 

 she hoped to see Sultan bear proudly first past the post. 



" Do you think he will win, dear ? " whispered the girl in 

 Tom Waller's ear. 



"Win! Bess. Why, he can't lose. He's only got 

 lOst. 101b. to carry, and we tried to win with 12st. He's 

 the second favourite now, and will be favourite directly 

 he's been over the preliminary hurdle." 



" Well, good luck to you, dear. I'm going on the stand 

 to watch this race." 



Sultan won easily, and many another race, too, before 

 Tom Waller accepted the bid of 300 guineas which a gentle- 

 man made him two years later. 



