BAPtKBY TO TILTON AGAIN. 



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tlie temporary liead-coverlng worn by liim on the way 

 home — for instance, a yellow bandana to betoken a 

 rattling half-hour, a white kerchief a sharp twenty 

 minutes. But look at him now, in the second month of 

 his second season, as he lands over the fence by Gaddesby 

 Spinney — after a scurry that has levelled and dishevelled 

 many a pretty horseman ! Is he bare-headed ? Is he 



"PRODUCED IT WITH A SWEEP TO HIS VERY STIRRUP."' 



still a victim to an infirmity that brought him a bushel 

 of cliafi", and cost a hatful of money ? No, doubly No. 

 His own faultless headpiece, with its smooth silk almost 

 unruffled, sits lightly and firmly in its place — while in 

 his teeth is tightly grasped the hat of his brother- 

 Meltonian, who having left it in the first thick bullfinch 

 from Thorpe Trussels, had thought never to see it again. 

 The friend-in-need, with both hands free to steer his way 

 in the race, had never relinquished the legacy that he 



