Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1889-03-09
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liveliness Of the little place, the talk
upon the street from August to De-
cember being very largely upon the
pets of the turf, as exhibited by
sporting men, and there was scarce
" a woman or child in the place
who did not understand timing a
trotter down to the friction of a Sec
ond.
OF course there was certain class
even there that considered it almost
a sacrilege to look toward the race
course, and Mrs. Eighme. worthy,
well-known, and slightly irrascible
(she called it sensitive) woman was
one of them.
But even she had decided to ask
Mr.. Gordon, a grandmotherly old
gentleman, (when he was not roiled)
who owned Limberheel, the fastest
trotter in Waveland, to select her a
black carriage horse to drive with
Snowflake, a pure white animal whose
mate had recently died, thus show
ing that she was not entirely insensi-
BILE to- the charms of an elegant turn
out, or it mightibe that Mr.. Gordon's
charms had something to do with it.
She would not repose such trust
In sporting man, she said, although
he was 65 years old and retired
merchant of undoubted integrity,
had it not been that his grandson,
Louis Gordon, had lately become en-
gagged to her granddaughter, Rexa,
who was her constant companion.
1--WE shall soon be related" she
continued, IT am pleased that Louis
knows nothing of horses. He told
me so himself; yet we have to over
look it of Mr.. Gordon--he is rich
Anyway / have resolved to ask him. +"
eyes, replied Rexa, with twinkle
in her eve.
Ifshe was browbeaten her thoughts
were still her own.
II would like to see Mr.. Gordon
this very morning. Iwant to tell him
exactly what want. A true black
without single white hair. l great
ly dislike black that fades. OF
course I do not desire speed, but /
shall be particular about color and
style
off you will sit down by the win
dow grandmother, l think you will
soon see Mr.. Gordon. He exercises
Limberheel at about this hour, and
he passes here on his way to the
park"
Mr.. Eighme was aware of this fact,
but she said nothing, only arranging
her laces little, and then seated
herself by the window.
She had scarcely done SO before
she saw Mr., Gordon coming down
the hill, driving Limberheel before a
light wagon.
Limberheel was true black, a
racer, bitter, and s desperate char
acter generally.
Mr.. Gordon caught sight of Mrs.
Eighme the same second that she
c,lught sight of him.
.sBless me,'' he thought, "if that
disagreeable old woman isn't look
ing out the window at me, and my
lap robe isn't in place! What will
she think ?'
And for Louis's sake the fussy old
fellow begin to grope in the bottom
of his vehicle for the scarlet robe
which was just,visible.
He hastily got it into its place and
then turned and lifted his hat most
gracefully to the lady but she did
not return his salutation, but stood
gazing at him, the picture of horror
and undeniable rage.
Poor Mr.. Gordon He did not
know that in pulling up his blanket
he had dislodged a dilapidated look
ing cat that had been sleeping in his
cart, and that pussy had sprung
from his vehicle behind and taken
refuge in Mrs. Eighme's yard.
And Mrs Eiphme ahh0rred cats