76 SPORTING STORIES 



A cheque was duly forwarded with a letter thanking 

 Mr Smallbody for his kind interposition. It was duly 

 received, and as duly acknowledged by Mr Smallbody. 

 Mr Montgomery Dilly, Mr W. Dilly, and their two sisters 

 all went into mourning; but to the great surprise of the 

 first-named gentleman, on his visiting Newmarket a few 

 days later, who should he come across but his brother John, 

 still in the flesh, alive and hearty. Naturally the one 

 brother upbraided the other for his heartless deceit. To 

 this the other replied : " Ah, Gomery, I knew you 

 wouldn't send me anything to keep me alive, but I thought 

 you might pay up to see me safely underground." 



Many years ago there was a well-known man upon the 

 Turf named John Kilburn, who made a living by list- 

 selling. On one occasion, having lost his money betting, 

 he found himself stranded in a Bedfordshire town with- 

 out the means of getting to Richmond, in Yorkshire, where 

 the race meeting was just coming on, and where he hoped 

 to recoup himself for his losses. Desperate diseases require 

 desperate remedies, and as the only means of performing 

 the journey in time he hit upon the following daring 

 expedient. He made a friend of his, a blacksmith, stamp 

 on a padlock the words " Richmond Gaol," and, fixing 

 with this a broken chain to one of his legs he lay down 

 beside the high road, and when he saw a constable coming 

 pretended to be asleep. As he anticipated, he was 

 arrested, and taken before a magistrate, who, paying no 

 attention to his half-hearted assertions, ordered two 

 constables to convey him to Richmond prison, from which 

 he fully believed Kilburn had made his escape. When the 

 constables arrived at the gaol they asked the turnkey who 

 opened the gates if he knew the prisoner. 



" What ! Jack Kilburn ? I should say I did ; I've known 

 him for years. What is the meaning of Jack being in this 

 pickle?" 



" Why, he's broken out of here, hasn't he ? " said one of 

 the constables. The turnkey burst out laughing. 



" He's never been in here, to my knowledge," he said ; " I 

 never heard a word against his character before. But 

 what's up. Jack?" 



