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^'LUCY GLITTERS; CH.M. BY WILD HUNTS- 

 MAN—SPANGLES. AGED." 



" What's that picture, there ? Oh, that's a mare that had a 

 lot to do with the most important event in my hfe. My first 

 racehorse, in fact ; and she won me my wife, as well as the 

 Manby Cup. Tell you all about it ? Certainly. Get another 

 whiskey and soda and light another cigar, and I'll begin. 



" Well, to start with, I can't tell you very clearly why I 

 did buy her. It wasn't for her good looks, certainly, for she 

 had as evil an eye as ever I saw : had a pretty habit, too, of 

 carrying her ears flat on her neck, and would let out at any- 

 one who approached her without the slightest warning. It 

 was at the Market Clixby Autumn Meeting that I first 

 became acquainted with ' Lucy Glitters, a chestnut mare by 

 Wild Huntsman, out of Spangles, aged ' ; and though I was 

 not impressed with her in the slightest degree — except as 

 regards her utter worthlessness — I bought her. And this is 

 how it came about. 



"I had just settled down here after coming in for my 

 uncle's money, and was anxious to play the part of a country 

 gentleman ; that is, I hunted two or three days a week, kept 

 a few pheasants for my friends to shoot, gave an occasional 

 dinner party, and a hunt breakfast once during the season. 

 Having got on fairly well with hounds, the suggestions of my 

 friends that I should run something at our hunt meetings 

 fired my ambition with a desire to possess a racehorse of my 

 own, and to don siUv myself Why not ? There were plenty 



