"CHERRY AND BLACK" 



and Spartan continue the line of heroes of the "cherry 

 and black" jacket. Dinner over, an adjournment to 

 the library is the signal for a "horse talk" — as might 

 be expected. Saxon's Belmont down to Amazon's Ves- 

 tal are recounted now with the doings of Zoo Zoo, 



Basil and Pizarro. Parole's campaigns 



''Horse Talk" r i, ,1 -r,, T , 



are rought over as earnestly as it they had 



been those of Csesar or Napoleon. "The Colonel" was 

 gravely eloquent in behalf of Ten Broeck, and "Pri- 

 vateer" did not let an opportunity slip to get In a good 

 word for Waxy, Whalebone, and Whisker. Mr. Grls- 

 wold Lorillard expatiated on cross-country riding. Mr. 

 Cool dwelt upon some of the early events of the stable's 

 career, and "the Doctor," In his measured and icily 

 regular way, explained Parole's Ill-starred venture for 

 the Kentucky Derby. 



"Breakfast will be served at nine o'clock," were Mr. 

 Griswold's last words. We had kept late hours, and 

 the sun was shining when we awoke. All was astir as 

 we peeped from our window and viewed the spreading 

 acres of the estate, which sank with the horizon, in the 

 golden mist of the October morning. Men were com- 

 ing and going and the roll of wagons told that the day's 

 work had begun. Presently we see a string of eight 



horses trotting on the training track. They 

 ay rea ^^^ yearlings. The sight is too much for 



a racing enthusiast; we dress hastily and 

 are soon down to where Matt Byrnes stands smiling 



