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roving' glance as he goes. " He's a curiosity/' says your 

 country friend with a half smile — ^'and yet he is some- 

 body." Observe with what profound court the great 

 Jerry himself greets him ! What a flourish he gives the 

 cocked hat in the elaboration of his salute ! And how 

 discreet, even in his impudence, he asks so respectfully.^ 

 "Shall I put my trifle on the filly, Mr. Craven?" He has 

 let out our secret, you see, though the trainer comes up 

 with a touch of the hat almost at the moment. That k 

 Fulwar Craven — 



" So prime, so flash, so uutty, and so knowing" — 



the owner of Deception and Longwaist, the swell ex- 

 Captain Craven, the game evergreen, as ready still as 

 any of you for a bout, a lark, or a drink — 



" "Who loves not woman, wine, and son;?. 

 Lives a fool's life his whole life long." 



Ah! that rural beauty in the straw bonnet has driven 

 *^ I-wish-you-may-get it" and the handicap clean out of his 

 head already — only to be recovered, Mr. Treen, by the 

 black-eyed Gipsy, who will "patter" him to his heart's 

 content, and wish him luck in a lingo that it is perhaps 

 quite as well no one else knows a word of. 



With all that innate taste for rural pursuits and pas- 

 times which most country gentlemen inherit with their 

 estates, it is still as a Turfite that Falwar Craven will be 

 remembered. He hunted occasionally, and even at one 

 period had a pack of harriers of his own. He was a good 

 shot, and fond of it, but never a heavy game preserver ; 

 while the famous trout-fishing on his Chilton property 

 early initiated him into the nice art and mystery of 



