Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-09-24

faction Of the crowd which had collect ed there, and there were only five of us left. Jacky Thompson was leading. Seymour and Finch were riding side by side, evidently intending to wait till we were nearer home and then come to the front and finish together. About a length behind them was Percy, and 1 brought up the rear, There was q long stretch of grass rather down hill on the farther side of the course from the stand, and here we began to put on the pace. Percy evidently thought it was now or never, and that if he allowed himself to get too far behind he would not be able to push forward again, so he made a determined effort and shot past Seymour and Finch. I think old Mousetrap's temper must have been up set by seeing horse passing so close. l saw him shake his head and try to get away from Seymour.
 The next fence was bank, with q ditch on the taking off side. It was nothing of a place really, but only re- quired little care. Thompson got over clcverly, and Percy's horse took the whole in his stride. Then came Sey- mour, who had hardly steadied Mouse trap, but even so the horse ought not to have made q mistake. Perhaps he was flurrried, or there may have been a stump sticking up where bush had been cut away. I GJl4't !-:.Jw how it happened, but the horse hit something, lost his feet ai.d fell on tho bank. Sey- mour was all right and got clear at once, slipping hack into the ditch I told you Finch lad Eccn alongside of Seymour, and Ec was close behind him at the fence. Sore Ter jumped it beautifully; but, to my horror, ;l.s he was kicking back at the bank 1 w the hOof on his off hind foot trike the head of Seymour, who fell down. Even amid the rattle of the horses it seemed to me that could hear the dull crash of broken bone, and was sure that terrible accident had hap pened. So sure was I that, though one does not often pull up in q race, I stop ped my horse, which indeed had not now the smallest chance, dismountcd and ran to pick up Seymour. Poor fel- low! had not been mistaken and could almost trace the print of the cruel horse shoe on the back of his head. He was nearly scnseless and just muttered Gold, cold"' A small crowd had begun n frieZe coats from two sympathizing cOuntrymcn, trying with them to cover my poor friend, and laid him in as easy a position as possible. The race glasses at the stand had seen that something se- rious had happened, and our good old surgeon, Macpherson, came up on q trooper which he had taken from one of our men who was keeping the ground. When he had examined the injury, his kind face fell as he said: II fear the base of the skull Is fractured. If so, it is only question of hours" Fortunately the accident had happened near the road, and q carriage was quickly procured, ill which Seymour was placed and taken away by Macpherson.
 When I camo back to the stand, found that Finch had won the race Casi- ly and was still quito unconscious that his friend was hurt. I did not tell him tho particulars, but only said that it had been thought better to take Sey- mour bICk to Dublin. He pulled a wrapptr over his racing jacket, jumped on hack and started at gallop ill pursuit. Immediately aftcrward met Mary Mccartney. She had very white face and tears ill her deep violet eyes as she bc-ought mo to tell her if the acci- dent had been dangerous. I made the best of things, but she, think. divinCd | tho sad truth and made her mother take her home. There was q heavy cloud over everybody for the rest of the day. and though We get through all the races 1 on the card there was littlc spirit i'll anything, and We were glad when we were able to break up. There was little chaff or fun on the drive home.
 Wc had miserable time of alter nate hopes and fears about our com1adc, but in three days all was over. Finch was inconsolable, though fortunately neither he nor any one else at the time knew that he had been the cause of Sey, mour's death. It was always supposed that Mousctrap had kicked his master in his struggles to recover himself when he fell. have never told the real story till tonight, and you will not let it gc further. Sir Thomas Finch is a great swell now, but 1 don't think he would learn without deep pain that, however innocently, he was the cause of tht death vacancy by which Inc got tho
 troop that gave him the first start il
 his successful career.
 What becam, of Mary Mccartney
 Oh. she is Lady Finch, and, 'pon my
 soul, think she is still as beautiful an(
 charming as cvcr.-Pall Mall Maga
 zine.
 HE TOLD THE TRUTH AT LAST.