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conditions are that I have full control of the stable 

 and that a new trainer shall be brought m." 



He agreed at once, and I engaged Tom Welch, a 

 real honest trainer of horses— now located m France— 

 and a number of new hands. Mr Fleischman had got 

 rid of his agent for the stable, and his nephew William 

 Fleischman came to me saying that I might suggest 

 him for the job and he got it. We had a splendid 

 start the next season, winning race after race, and 

 everything went as smoothly as could be wished. 

 Unhappily, however, the poor man didn't live to see 

 the big things we did with his horses. With his death 

 there was a doubt for a moment what would happen 

 with the stable, but luckily his sons decided to carry 



it on. , ,, 1 . £ 



At one time Mr Fleischman, and all the rest ot us, 



thought that Max would turn out a regular " sport, 



but he never carried out the promise. He took most 



interest in the business and the yacht. 



Old Mr Fleischman, apart from his gambling m the 

 Faro banks, would bet on every race of the day on the 

 course, and no matter what he was told would seldom 

 back another horse if I had a mount. I put it to him 

 that a man was liable to go broke doing that, but he 

 would never pay any attention. He would answer : 

 " Look at the fun I have had ! Never mmd : it i 

 have lost to-day, I'll bet like hell on you to-morrow. 

 I never went to see him at Cincinnati but I have been 

 to his country home in the Catskills. 



When he came to New York for ten or twelve days 

 for the racing he would smoke a little and drmk a little 

 and would order a good dinner, but he would never 

 give the cook a chance ; he'd hurry over the mea too 

 much, looking again and again at his watch. All he 

 wanted was to get to the gambling-tables. Little 



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