The National tribune., 1882-08-19
"THE BRIDE OF THE WIND.D
Maud S. at Sa-atOga-A Visit to Mr. Vanderbllfs
Stables.

Maud S. at Saratoga Visit to Mr. Yanderblts
| Stables.
by far the sweetest, prettiest, daintlest
thing here is Maud S., writes correspondent
from Saratoga to the New York World. The
other morning went down to Vanderbilts
private stables, just back of Congress Hall,
to see this beautiful creature that can clip
1t faster than an express train on down
grade. The head groom, after surveying me,
concluded that ] was harmless atom and
invited me in. Il want to see Maud s."
said l. DO you show her to strangers?"
Oh, yes he answered, good naturedly, "lOts
of 'em come in here and they all want to see
her" He led the way to her STALL which is
about 10 feet square and as dainty as lady's
boudoir, and there, with a light horse cover
to keep the flies off her, was the great mare.
She seemed delighted to have company, and
like all other well-bred creatures, was good
natured and affable, and devoid of airs.
Her coat was softer than satin, and she has
the most earnest and intelligent eye ever
seen IN an animals head. She shifted around
complacently and rubbed her slender nose
against me as if we had been old acquaint-
ances; in three minutes we had established
intimate relations. The groom took off her
cover and turned her around to show her of
to my inexperienced eyes, when her hind
legs coming little too close to me, made
bolt for the door of the stall. Come
back" said he laughing, "she never did an
in ha
more think of kicking or biting you than you
would think of striking her. She is so kind
and well disposed you'd think she was hui
man and suspect that the groom did have
q half belief that she was human. He was
evidently delighted to have an appreciative
listener, and was ready enough to talk about
the queen of the turf. Mr.. Vanderbilt is
not driving her at all now. She is training
for the fall races, and every morning at 10
o'clock her trainer takes her out for spin
down the road. Mr.. Vanderbilt is not half
so proud of her as the stable men are and
she is indeed creature so gentle, SO lovable
and SO altogether the ideal horse that any,
thing could love her. After while l tore
myself away from her to take look at the
other horses. First was Lysander, pre-
tentious beast, who eyed me superciliously
and treated all my advances with lofty indif-
ference. This animal resembles the ideal
New York editor, being a cold and naughty
creature, with an icy smile and an inscrutable
brow, and evidently has no time to waste on
trillers-no tritlers need apply. Then was
shown another horse, Lysander's mate, whose
name l really forget, but with Mr.. Wander
bits permission l will call him Abdallah.
Well, Abdallah offended me as much by his
fiippancy as Lysander by his hauteur. AS
soon as he beheld me, without the formality
of an introduction, he wanted to play pitch
and toss with me, to which I objected and
left him to his reflections. The two horses
for Mrs. Vanderbiltis victoria were; also
shown. One of them, having plebian fond
ness for straw in his stall and a disposition
to paw and dash it around, was in disgrace,
with his meddlesome nose fastened to an
iron ring, where he had to remain for an
hour or two until he was thought to be suni-
cientlv r,r,ni"i~~1 ~--t-',-E