The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-11-10
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Know. Bnltnef FA9S AnAi &onShj LII p9Q 1fO61
Mr.. Stanson's 3 uaipd that ifi Tom White
thsd been in the district h6 was mot nm
likely to have been Of uae in the iha9iry.
and Mr.. Stanton was obliged to content
himself With "a seeohd dismissal of his
servants. The detective was always
under the impression that the man at
Hexham was truly the thief, and made
no secret of his opinion that the magis-
trate who liberated him was donkey;
but he was q taoiturn potentaterby ma
ture, and never condescended to explain
n clue which he had nevertheless followed
up until it broke.
Two years afterwards there was some
curiosity excited at one of the great races
of the year about O horse which was
80 completely ''dark" as to be almost out
of the betting altogether. The name of
the owner under which he ran was turf
name assumed for the OCCASION; but he
was understood to be the property of, or
at least to be vouched for, by q we'll
known half-squire, half-trainer. But
what he was, or where he was, no one
knew. The ''outs" were utterly at fault
They could not discover the place at
which he was training, and as no efforts
they had made had led to any result,
unfriended as the animal was by hackers,
there was considerable expectation Great
ed on his appearance.
The horse could not be heard of the
night before. "Deserter" he'd not re-
ported himself. But when the ground
was cleared for the preliminary canter he
appeared, and great was the rush to the
front to see him. The first glimpse of
him showed he was formidable; the long
swinging, we'll extended stride with
which he took his canter impressed all
the knowing ones. He was large and
sinewy, powerful as we'll as handsome,
but his color was kind of mottled
chestnut, such as is rarely found in the
thoroughhfeds. 2Mr. Stanton was there,
aud, to his surprise, saw his old friend.
Tom White, mounted on the cynosure OF
the day.
The race was never in doubt. The
| stranger, hard held, remained behind the
front horses until 800 yards from the
post, and then, let out, ran home by
himself, amid the shouts and acclama-
tions of the multitude.
The race over, "Deserter" vanished as
mysteriously as he came, and, in spite of
Mr.. Stanton's inquiries, no tidings of
Tom White could be discovered.
week afterwards a groom arrived ut
Mr.. Stanton's, leading q reddish brown
thoroughbred of great power, and deli
vered to Mr.. Stanton o note to the fol.
lowing effect:
4M,'. Stdnton-SIR: I send you back
the Red Rover as I borrowed two
years ago. Iknew he could do it, if I
got him away from the nobblers. So I
borrowed him, and I beg your pardon if
it was wrong. L have paid into your
tank for You 900, which was the
stakes, and / hope you will overlook the
time when Revenge was nobbled. Your
most obedient servant. L. WHITE.
ST am off to Australia. and have made
pretty penny by the 'Descrter, which
was Red Rover"
However irreRRher Tom Whites way
Of dospR,u - - les, of course, after
su :, Dcanton could hardly
find 1t. He sent mo the note,
and }-0egged' of me to find Tom White
and learn some more particulars; and
wish some difficulty, I found him at
Liverpool about to sail for Australia
When assured him had no hostile in
tehtiens, bat quite the contrary, he gave
ME falAaccount Of his proceedings.
translate Toms Doric into vernacular.
"You see, sir, said Tom, "'Revenge'
he was nobbled. Not that I knows who
did it, but I knows no other scoundrel
but one who could have done it. I
punched his head handsome for it, how
ever, soon after. But I burst not have
split. and had to go; and serve me right.
Only it broke my heart to lose the race
and leave Red Rover
There's many people," said Tom,
"thinks they're judges of horse. Them
swells think it, and snobs, and knowing
coves of the ring. Lord bless you, sir,
they knows nothing. They goes, and
they looks, and feels. and tries a walk
and Il gallop, and looks wise, and thinks
they are fly to everything. If you want
to learn about horse, you must see him
oil day and every day. They are like
the women, sir. Unless you see them in
all weathers, you will never know any
thing about them, and even then it is not
much to trust to- knowed 'Red Rover.
He was IL rough 'un to look at, and no
one but myself had thought of what he
could do. But 1 knew that for his age
he was flyer and slayer such as 1
never mounted afore.
"Well. hears that Red Rover was to
he sold. was mortal sorry, for thought
to myself that he would help the squire
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