Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1879-09-26
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here. Go and look for your Grimstowe."
Nathaniel Grimstowe. ThorEtord's one
member of T.;tcrsall's, and the leading
-..sificfubs, was D continual cause of bick-
cring between my host and hostess of the
Winbridge Arms. Mrs. Hartbrook did not
approve of wagering on horse-racing, en-
cept when it meant her husbands winning
something handsome for himself and new
dress for her: and as those pleasant results
had not recently followed Marks specula-
tons on the turf. she attributing his ill-tor-
tune TO the malign infence OF Nathaniel
Grimstowe, had learned Ito hate the very
sound of that operators name" Hart
brook duly found Mr. Grimstowe. and after
wordy combat with him concerning 1.-THE
price, of something. an entry made in a
small oblong book showed that they had
transacted business together. Thereafter,
until a general exodus of his customers
appraised him of the rising of the moon,
the quondam servant of Gustavus Whin-
ridge, Esq, went about his work with Il
countenance that beamed with unspeakable
complacency. He suggested Tennyson' 5
Miller
1.-THE slow. wise smile that round about
Ills rosy IOTeneaQ CURED anu
Seemed half within and half without,
And full of dealings with the world"
He believed that he had seen the cards in
the Squire's hand, and on the strength OF
that conviction he had backed him TO win
the trick. He was positive (the language
OF his meditations was strongly favored
with striking, if not always coherent met
aphor) that "this journey at least he had
got Nathaniel Grimstowe, in line, on
toast"
1t wanted hut twenty minutes of the
stroke OF midnight by Heckler's watch,
and still the Squire came not Standing
about in animated gronds in the paddock
on Windyholm, the Thorniord race-course,
were many of what might be termed the
upper cir les OF sporting society, eagerly
discussing the chances OF the coming en-
counter; and as the moments sped, bring
ing "the one hour after moonrise" exert
ingly near, wondering whether the match
would come off after all.
Fluefakcr. ready for action, was being
led out by the faithful Widgeon in one cor.
ner of the paddock, while Applicant, in his
clothing. was being kept gently moving
at the opposite corner; Grove, of course,
in jealous attendance. Although there
was not a man present who had not seen
the race tor the Hunt Cup, most of them
criticized the nags with that impressive ali
of knowingness exhibited by "A group OF
Newmarket touts when an unfamiliar cand-
idate for the Guineas makes his first APP
pearance on the classic Heath. Second in
order of interest to the two flyers Captain
Dykely. He was fully equipped for the
fray. and had been on view for some time.
1t was evident TO the skilled eyes that
scanned him that he had made his toilet
with uncommon care. Looks like bust
ness,' observed critic of stable appear.
ance, to a grave and silent auditory OF
three listeners. Couldn't have been
more particular if it was the Derby he was
going to fly at. See his goloshes? The
interlOcuted had seen those uncouth cas-
ing. s..The ground Is not so sticky as all
that comes TO. Suppose he Is afraid of
carrying an ounce of clay on his boots
Well, like Il cove that takes care OF his
precious self. He means to have good
look in and no mistake
The subject of these not uncomplimenta-
ry observation conversed in low tones with
the Marquis OF Gules, one of the stewards,
who was present in respose to the Cap
tain's urgent invitation,
do you think he means to forfeit, Dyke
lyp"
II really cannot say; it certainly looks
uncommonly like forfeit. But there is
no accounting for anything that Whin-
ridge dyes"
Upon my word think yon are right. "
replied his lordship. "By the way have
you and he smoked the calumet over that
poacher fellow? '
mot bit of it," reioined the Captain
"And it is my belief, now, that can be
calm on the SUBJECT was anything but
that when gorged the bait-that he meant
this match as a sort of Rowland for my
Oliver
'But where is he All, there goes the
quarter!''
The sound of the chimes, as it floated on
the gentle night breeze from the tower Of
ThOrnford parish church across Windy.
holm, was heard and noted by the crowd,
now wrought up into nervous state of
expectancy by the continued absence of
Squire. Hartbrook, until this moment in
his trust in the absentee's turning up in
time, began TO waver. Something had
happened. COnfound that Grimstowe.
His bet with him was p. p. What would
his wife say?
A sound ofwheels. "Hurrah -
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