Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1879-05-24
PAROLE.

The great race of the day was
fourth on the card, but it was at least
three-quarters Of an hour behind time,
the numbers and jockeys of the start
ers not being hoisted on the new signal
board until nearly half an hour after
the time fixed for the race. There was
a general move toward the paddock to
see the illustrous stranger Parole
before the bell rang for clearing the
course, and, as said before, many
went back to lay S to l against the
horse that had queer hooks and a rough
coat. Parole was the first horse to
leave the paddock. He was saddled
in the far corner, Mr.. Rowland Rob-
bins, acting as Mr.. Lorillard's agent,
anxiously watching tho operation,
and Archer, the jockey, superintend-
ing; then the lannon's jockey slipped
off his over-coat and revealed the
crimson jacket and black banded
sleeves of the colors which have 80
suddenly leaped into celebrity, and
which mean spirited cavalier in one
of the daily papers calls "gaudy."
Parole was the first out of the paddock
and led the canter past the grand
stand, his magnificent action calling
forth loud expressions of approval.
After one false start the bell rang,
proclaiming that the eighteen runners
were off. You can see them yonder,
across the hill, in a clump against the
sky; presently the knot breaks up and
is strung out in a long line, the heads
and shoulders of the jockeys only are
visible as the horses pass the inter-
vening farze bushes, and then the
whole race bursts into sight. Now
begins the murmur of the crowd,
increasing as the bri ght jackets come
nearer and nearer. Down the hill to-
ward the Tattenham Corner, at a
terrific pace. Where is Parole 2 not
ahead, certainly. Three horses are
flying on in advance of all others,
and as they sweep around the corner
into the straight run in, you can make
them out by the colors of their riders
Knight Of Burghley, Elf King,
Ridotto. The crimson jacket is
behind, among the crowd. The MUIR
rhas swelled into roar self
King wins" ''Knight of Burghley
wins!' Five seconds more and both
these suddenly fall to the rear; they
are beaten. Ridotto flashes to the
front. He carries the primrose and
rose, the familiar colors of the popular
Earl Of Rosebery. The roar now
becomes deafening shout, "Ridotto
wins! Ridotto wins! Ridotto wins!! y"
Now they are up to the grand stand
close to the winning post. "'Where is
Parole' My God! where is Parole 7"
shrieks frenzied American close to
me. The horses sweep past with
laundering hoof, and now, before the
grand stand is passed, Fred Archer is
seen to let 60 the head of the horse
with the queer hooks and rough coat
in an instant Ridotto is challenged
two strides more Parole is level with
him; the next moment Ridotto is
and the "gaudy" colors
flash past the post ahead. Twenty
thousand pounds, if you please gentle
men for the American stable. The
the horse had passed, the |
'rowd, as usual, rushed in behind,
md in the twinkling of an eye tile
broad green course is packed from
all with a dense black mass, surging
,oward the Jockeys gate" to see
hem come back to weigh. Yonder,
'ver the heads of the crowd, comes
the crimson jacket and black cap, and
good hearty cheer, honestly meant
md honestly given, greet "the Yam
iee.' Cheers from the British public,
mind, not from the ring. You can't
expect men who are hard hit to cheer:
you can't be Surprised if men who
lave laid heavily against this rough
'oated horse for the Great Metropoli-
an tomorrow to shout .:'Hoorayw
During a recent trial in New London
rural juror appealed to the court
o know eff the lawyers could not