Edmund Clarence Stedman 



of Wales, the race — with the Duke 

 of Westminster's colors to the fore. 

 Yes, and we saw a welcher mobbed, 

 and everything else was accom- 

 plished ; and I still cherish a fading 

 tin-type exhibit of our group on the 

 tallyho, lifting our cups, with King as 

 toastmaster. 



Our Prince of paradox would not 

 bide another day in London, but 

 sped to France, leaving me a bearer 

 of ill tidings to those who knew he 

 was coming, and whose desire to 

 welcome him taught me that he was 

 an international character. When I 

 overtook him in Paris he was on the 

 eve of going to his longed-for Spain ; 

 not, indeed, to tarry even there, but 

 to push right through to Morocco or 

 Algeria, upon the trail of a certain 

 unique shawl, or curtain, or tapestry, 

 which he alone must possess. Of 

 his return to Spain, his social life in 

 France, his conquest of England, his 

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