The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-08-31
THE GREAT RED DUCHESS.
The lily ear-Old Duchess of lIoLtrose,
Who Ras Married Man OF "a.

Who Ras Married Man OF "a.
From tie PhiIadelphia Press
Caroline, DoAager Duchess of MoatroSe,
better known to the English peOple as the
"Red Duchess" owing to the fact that Q
frequently apps AIRED on Newmarket Heath,
at Goodwood ami at Ascot races ROBBED in
scarlet from the summit of her Alpine hat
TO the heels of her dainty bottoms" has
Just sprung another mine on London society
by taking unto herself u tnird huSba Il in
the person of Marcus Henry Miner, the "a
year-oid brother of the Coun ess of Durham.
Duchess Caroline is in her list yea, and
gave her first hostage to fortune in the per-
son of the present Duke of Montrose as far
back as 1915, having made her first matri-
monial venture with the late duke in 1886
something over half a century ago. Her
first husband died in 1874, and thirteen
months later she was married to w. s
Stirling Crawford, a Scotch millionaire
OF ancient lineage, best known to En-
glishmen as an enthusiastic patron OF the
turf.
The duchess, never on particularly cordial
terms with the relatives of her first hus-
band, broke altogether with the family
when she marrIei Mr.. Crawford. She
speedily developed love of horse racing,
even more ardent than that of her new hus-
band, and on his death, which occurred
after some eight years of uninterrupted te-
licity, the duchess apparently resolved to de-
vote the remainder of her life to two objects
the winning of races and the erection of
magnificent and costly mausoieum in mem
DRY of her second husband. She selected
Newmarket, the headquarters for racing in
England, for the mortuary chapel, which at
a cost of something like $4,000 she built
and dedicated to Mr.. Crawford. Then she
added largely TO her late husbands racing
stud, undertook to manage it herself, bet
heavily, hardly ever missed attending a
race meeting where her horses were compel
ing and associated almost exclusively with
followers OF the turf.
Soon the duchess found that it needed
wiser head than her own to compete sue
cessfully with the diplomats of the racing
world, so she secured the services of the
astute Capt. Machell as a master OF the
horse, and for time fortune smiled on her
scarlet banner. But few reverses of fort
une caused the erratic lady to lose CONT
dence in the WHY captain, and the business
connection between the son of Mars and the
Red Duchess" was summarily severed
The next manager of the stables was Sir
John Willoughoy, but his directorate was
short one, and of late the duchess has man
aged the affairs of the stable herself racing
her thoroughbreds under the name OF MI
Manton," and, it must be confessed, far
more successfully than did either the cap
tain or the baronet.
Almost every jockeyo of recognized ability
has at one time or another ridden in her
colors, but she has quarreled with nearly
every one of them. The late Fred Archer
stood high in her esteem at one time, and
year or so after the champion jockey be-
came a widower it was currently rumored
that the duchess and the ''crack" Jockey
were likely to make match of 1t. Before
Archer's untimely death, however, he had
fallen out with his titled employer, although
the breach was partially healed and he
again sported the Manton scarlet" shortly
before his death.
The duchess is plain-spoken woman and
can swear roundly at peccant Jockey
when she deems that his unskillful riding
demands such verbal correction. She is
cordially disliked by nine tenths OF the
knights of the pigskin, and although she
ALWAYS literally rewards those jockeys who
ride her horses to victory, more than one
rider has begged to be excused" when in
vited to don the Manton colors. Gruff
Alec Taylor, who still trains for the Duchess
of MontrOse although they have quarreled
again and again to the verge of separation
on questions of stable policy, gave The lady
the retort courteous after the victory of
Thebair in the Liverpool autumn cup some
blTe6 wears dEO. no uuCllOSS "OA q hOoNJ
stake over the race and was consequently in
the best of humor when she encountered her
trainer in the weighing room few minutes
after the race.
Taylor, there is no mistake about it,
you are a prince among trainers" was
her CHEEKY salutation as she extended a
red gauntleted hand to the grabbed old
horseman.
Yes, your grace, l know am-when
win, y made answer the old fellow, as he
bowed in mock reverence over his irascible
employers gloved fingers.
The position of the Dowager Duchess of
Montrose in society is not easy to define.
Everybody, from the Prince of Wales TO
the tiniest mite of a lightweight rider
knows her on race course. The prince
may be seen at her side, hat in hand, con-
graduating her after the all scarlet has just
flashed past the wire a winner, while the
mite in passing will raise his toretinger to
the peak of his cap with a Glad your
grace won" Into society properly, that
exclusive circle which tolerates neither
eccentricity nor vulgarity, if exhibited to
the world at large, the duchess goes but
little, for the best of all possible reasons,
that she receives but few invitations.
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