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and sinews of catgut could stand up under such 

 a press. 



" On the first turn after passing the stand, Fash- 

 ion, now fresh again, rallied, and as Boston had 

 not another run left in him, she cut him down in 

 her stride opposite the quarter-mile post, and the 

 thing was out. The race, so far as Boston was 

 concerned, was past praying for. If anything 

 can parallel Fashion's turn of speed, it is her in- 

 vincible gameness. She now gradually dropped 

 him, and without another effort on his part to 

 retrieve the fortunes of the day she came home 

 a gallant winner in 7.45. Boston pulled up inside 

 of the distance stand and walked in. 



" As she came under the judges' cord extended 

 across the course, Boston was exactly sixty yards 

 behind, though he could have placed himself in a 

 better position had Gil called upon him. As Joe 

 Laird rode Fashion back to the stand the shouts 

 were so deafening that, had not the president of 

 the club and another gentleman held on to her 

 bridle she would have not only 'enlarged the 

 circle of her acquaintance ' very speedily, but 

 ' made a mash ' of some dozen of ' the rank and 

 file ' then and there assembled. She looked as 

 if another heat would not ' set her back ' any." 



