, 1889-10-13

have come to see. 1t is far worse than
the going out between acts" nuisance,
for that disturbs, at least, but for a mo-
ment, while a hat like | have described.
no matter how picturesque and becoming
in its proper place, is certainly out of
place at the theatre and should be prompt
ly put doJoR.
Out door sports have always had a
great number Of enthusiastic followers
among the fair sex in our gay society.
During the long summer afternoons the
picturesque tennis grounds always afford,
for the wide awake player, or the lazy, but
perhaps as interested lounger. a charming
place in which to pass an idle hour or
two always. Mrs. Baxter, Mrs. Abbott,
Miss Hebard, MISS Hicks, the Misses
Force, Miss Kent and Miss Smith played
with more or less science and enthusiasm
all summer. Usually there is a tourna-
ment held during the season, but much
to e%veryone's disappointment this failed
to come off this year. Quite the most
successful ball given in a long time was
tie tennis ball last November and when
ever the clubs exchequer needs replenish-
ing we only trust that the managers will
again resort to this pleasant way of obtain
ing help. while at the same time giving
much enjoyment in return.
Riding, too, this summer has had a re-
vival, and hardly a day passes but brings
out a party of two. four or even more
lovers of equestrianism. Mr.. T. w.
Brooks on handsome, fiery Bedouin is a
most animating sight, and | can vouch
that many a feminine heart dropped with
disappointment when this noble horse
failed to come in a winner during the
races.
Mr.. I. B. Adams some times mounted
upon a blooded steed and oft upon a
livery lamb is always ready for a good
gallop.
Mrs. Brewster, on bay johnny Wes-
ton" in her well fitting habit of grey,
makes a graceful picture.
Mr.. Brewster on Sheep" joys along
the picture of contentment. Mrs. Rhodes
and Mrs. Jeffrey are also lovers of the
sport.
Among the cross country riders are
Mrs. Mason, Mrs. Carey. Mrs. Hellman.
Mr.. Adams, Mr.. Mason, DR.. Stevens,
Miss Bergman, Miss Moore and Mr.. Kuy-
kendall. 1t Is needless to say that the
appearance of these riders is always what
it should be, and their admiration for
the sport the keenist.
What is more delightful than a flying
gallop on the back OF noble horse, whose
head losses in pure enjoyment of freedom
and animal strength, and whose every
movement is full of life and spirited de-
sire to out step his companions With
the exquisitely pure air of our wonderful
climate; exhilerating like wine and soft as
velvet, caressing ones cheek, over miles
OF stretching prairie, out towards the line
where sky and rolling earth seem to en-
bracel Never drawing rein till lack of
breath makes one conscious of the killing
pace. All! what in this world of shadows
can compare with Joy like this2
Ger hill and dale with mighty stride,
Upon my grand sw LIT horse / ride,
Der hill and dale till behind, the town
Shows dlmly like a speck OF brown.
Away we dart, from the following crowd,
Till thought and Will and all beside,
Seem lost like waves upon the tide
Now we but live TO feel again,
The swift wind rushing through our brain,
And dashtng round us like the spray,
Old ocean filings in mocking play.
Still on we go tin twilight fall,
And the stars respond to the moons soft
Coming one by one from their depths Of
blue,
To guide us with their light so true.
With dropping head and softened eye,
Then turn we as the night birds fly,
And thro the faint red after glow,
Towards home and well earned rest we go.
A glance at the interested faces of the
ladies during race week would convince
the most careless observer of their love
for good horses, Among them are a
number Of good whips many handling
the ribbons" with much dexterity and
skill. Among the noticeable traps about
town, perhaps Mrs, Abbott's is the most
taking. 1t is a low cart of light wood
with a raised seat and all details Of a
thoroughly English fashion scrub"
The brown pony carries it along in fine
style and Mrs. Abbott is a very clever
whip.
Mrs. Baxter has just received a charm
ing gift of a handsome brougham. To
this is driven a fine white horse which
steps along with conscious pride in draw
ing quite the newest thing in town" be-
hind him.
Miss Moore drives a smart cart, painted
dark green with red wheels. A pretty black
mare answering the name OF Dream mot
nightmare | hope) complies with her
mistress slightest touch. Usually &C.
companying Miss Moore is her iance Mr.
II. Kuykendall, the rider of gallant
'Limerick' on club cup day.
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