50 A Good Day 



" Lord Hartington's Crescent, 3 yrs., straw." That was 

 not " Joe's," at any rate ! 



' " What's that ? " I asked again, when the other came 

 round. 



'"Spitfire," answered the boy; and on reference I 

 found again, *' Baron M. de Tuyll's Spitfire, 4 yrs., white, 

 black belt, red cap." That could not be " Joe's," I 

 reflected, so here was another mystery ! What did 

 W^mington mean ? He had left me under the impression 

 that I must know all about it this time, at any rate ; 

 but I was as much confused as I had been about " the 

 Duke" and " the thing from the North." I sauntered 

 pensively back to my enclosure, where betting was brisk, 

 and heard the names of several horses as I walked down 

 by the rails ; but before I could hit on a w^ay of elucidat- 

 ing the mj^stery of '• Joe's," the field had started, and 

 Spitfire won ; Mischievous second. I walked to the 

 paddock to see them return, and as I watched the 

 unsaddhng of the winner, found the old gentleman who 

 had previously spoken to me by my side. 



* " She's come on, that mare has, since Joe's had her," 

 he remarked, and seeing no other way of arriving at a 

 solution to the mystery, I inquired, merely for the sake 

 of curiosity, who trained the animal now ; receiving for 

 answer, "Why, Joseph Cannon!" spoken in a sort of 

 tone that I might have expected had I begged to know 

 if he could kindly tell me what was the first letter of the 

 alphabet. 



' Wennington appeared as usual — he was as kind and 

 attentive as he could be, and he looked particularly 

 pleased wdth himself and the world in general. He 

 suggested a drink at the coach over the way, and thither 

 we went for the purpose, finding friends who had done 



