St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-07-13
THIRD DAY OF RACING.
Two Tpots and a Pace on the
Programme for Yester-
days Sport.
AIarie and Louis B Land TrOt
and Pace Respect
lively.
John w Leads in the Pace,
Which To-Day Must
Complete.
To-Day viii Close the Meet
ing of the st. Paul DriV-
ing Club.

make the track too heavy for effective
work. 1t rained hard during the night,
and in the early morning the outlook at
the track was not encouraging. Then,
with a glorious burst of kindly warmth,
old Sol got to his accustomed place
i'm the heavenly back stretch, and ere
the shiny-cOated occupants Of the Yarl-
GUS stables received the finishing
touches to their morning toilets, the
track was dry and ready for as fast
mile as need be. 1t is certain that the
track could not have been gOttenI con-
ditiOn as early as was the case yester-
day. had it not been that those IN
charge OF it were lust the men for the
place knew exactly what to do at the
right time, and did it. The first train
to leave the city was pretty we'll
crowded. but none seemed to mind.
They were going to the races. and the
average human being. be he OF what
ever nationality or color, will willingly
undergo more hardships in getting to a
race than for almost anything else
which demands a trip on a crowded
train and a daY of subsistence on Wishy-
washv lemonade and doubtful ham
sandwiches. The crowd was not so
large as on either OF the pre-
vious days, but, If possible. more
enthusiastic. The four hundred
sent fair representation. and
the track for a considerable distance
was lined with vehicles OF all kinds,
freighted with fair femininity in raj
ment white arrayed. Stately cOachmen
sat with folded arms and gaZedin stony,
Well-bred indifference aU the most eX-
citing finishes OF the day, according to
formula. The dear girls, though.
couldn't do the stony act to save their
lives when the horses rounded the last
turn and began the struggle Tor su-
premaCy on the home stretch. Up
on the seats of the carriages in an
instant were they, and leaning eagerly
forward as the first three neared the
wire, and the swish, swish Of the
whips and "Hiah! hiah" of the drivers
who were plying them rang in their
ears.
one good purpose served by the rain
of the previous night was that it laid
every particle Of dust, and the air by
the track was treat to breathe, cooled
a it was by its passage across the Ham
line hills and through the dales. Col.
Smith. the genial. the atfable, the
man with the voice, was on hand
as promptly as usual, the same
merry, gOOd-natuTed twInklein his eyes
when some mug in the stand wants to
run things after his own peculiar style.
Tt was a pretty picture, that which met
the eye in a glance down the course
from the reporters stand. The groups
of gailv dressed ladies, with field glasses
depending each from a pair of shapely
shoulders by brown leather straps; tan
cOlored gloves. horseshoe brooches and
the rest Of the paraphernalia of
the dead game sport" embodied
in their makeup; accompanying
them, the male escorts in white waist
coats and hats. gathered shoes, and oc-
casionally an eyeglass. Just across the
way the stand was one blaze of gay
color and enthusiasm. Here are para
soils of every hue known to civilization.
some. indeed, having all the colors
known to the code in an aggressive ar
rangement of stripes. All these things.
combined with the yeIls of the fakirs,
the squeaI Of the plucked pigeon, the
monotonOus calls of the pool sellers and
the excitement of the ever-recurring
heats. go to make up recollection at
once fascinating and Unfadable.