194 Jji Scarlet and Silk 



weighed out for a race in a faded dirty- 

 looking " silk," at wliicli Mr. Manning was 

 gazing in some curiosity. Quoth the latter — 



" What colour do you call that, eh ? " 



" Claret, sir," was the answer. 



" Claret, eh '\ Well, there doesn't seem much 

 colour left in it, anyhow." 



" Perhaps it's a light dinner claret, sir," 

 promptly responded the redoubtable Tommy. 



Knowledge of pace is a thing we may talk 

 or write about for ever, Imt the school of 

 experience is the only place in which we 

 shall learn what it actually means. 



" Don't go away, it makes me feel lonely ! " 

 said Sam Daniels to the rest of the field 

 one day when he was on that smart horse 

 Reform (by Gunboat out of Untrue). He 

 had got a "steadier" of between twelve and 

 thirteen stone up in a hurdle race, and dared 

 not come along with the others. The lightly 

 weio^hted ones knew, of course, that their 

 only chance was to " hurry," but as Sam 

 came by, a hundred yards from the finish, 

 he said, " I knew you'd all come back to 



