CHAPTER IX 

 A VISIT TO RANCOCAS 



He kept a stud of racers; 



T was his joy to see them run, 

 And his sideboard was all covered 



With the prizes they had won. 



"/^^UR foals this year are the finest lot ever seen at 

 V^ Rancocas, and you should come down, if it were 

 only to see the little Mortemers," said Mr. Lorillard 

 one day during the autumn meeting at Jerome Park. A 

 visit to Rancocas had always been a source of delight, 

 and it was not long after that with a light heart we were 

 whirling through New Jersey en route to Jobstown, 

 where, after two changes of cars, we landed. The sun 

 had set ere we reached Trenton and the moon 

 had risen before the train had reached our 

 destination. The four-in-hand drag was awaiting us, 

 but the journey was short, for in five minutes we had 

 rolled up the broad drive to the house. Mr. Griswold 

 was on the veranda to meet us, and Mr. N. G. Lorillard 

 and Mr. Cutting were also "down from the city." 

 Pausing for a moment in the hall to inspect a portrait of 



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