The daily morning journal and courier., 1901-11-25
MRS. MADELEINE CONE.
4 RICH WIDOW WHO DELIGH7S
 IN HORSE RACING.
Manages Her Own StabIo-A Kentucky Beauty and Relative of General hlorgan-She Has Been Devoted to Horses From Her Youth Up.

"oESah-she Has heou DevOteu , Horses From Her Youth Up.
 Mrs. Madeline Cone and her string o
 seven thoroughbreds are the sensation , or this seasons meet at Emeryville says the San Francisco Examiner. Mrs
 Cone not only runs her horses in he
 own name and colors, but she personal
 ly superintends her stable.
 Mrs. Cone is from Kentucky; that ex
 plains her beauty and love of fin'
 horses. She is young woman whose
 dark eyes, gentle manners and sof
 speech are typical of the South. Sht
 was in San Francisco last year and at
 tracted much attention, not only on ac'
 count of her personal charms, but as
 the wealthy widow of one of Denver's
 rich mine owners.
 Mrs Cone is not a -plunger-in fact
 she never bets on the races, but runs
 her horses for the glory and purses
 they may capture. She has not the gam
 bling instinct of Lady Algy, who bet
 her all on "Flickamaroo," and declared
 that if she lost her diamonds she would
 buy paste and begin life over again.
 Mrs. Cone's father, the late William S. Morgan, was the owner of one of
 the finest stud farms in Kentucky. Her
 great uncle Morgan the Raider, name hallowed on the Confederate roll of hon. or. This is good Bluegrass stock that
 ought to produce queen of the turf:
 In a recent interview she talked in teresting as follows:
 AS far as I know, I am the only woman in America who manages her l own racing horses There are few Wo- men who are silent owners of purse winners. There are other women who are too keen about seeing their own colors up to run in anybody else's name. But do not know of another woman who personally manages her string, as I do. I superintend everything con- nected with my stable, down to buying the currycombs for the horses.
 T have always owned horses, but it was not until a few years ago that l bought racer. He ran under a friends colors and no one guessed that I was the owner. The first time I saw the horse win out I wanted to cry with vexation because my horse was carry ing another persons colors to victory. When the horse ran again you may be sure I had my own colors up, and when saw the white silk jacket with the red cuffs and red cap I had designed shoot under the wire first I was su- premely happy
 When decided to come to Califor- mia this year and run my horses at Emeryville went to the railroad office t~ 1n,, n1 ,,+n,, ing car.
 Couldn't you send the man who manages your affairs to us?' inquired the surprised official. Like most men, he did not seem to think woman's business bump amounted to much. When I told him that had cultivated the habit of managing my own affairs he loked dubious and in a toplofty man. ner doled out the information I wanted.
 May I ask how many horses you are taking out to California? 9 he asked before lowing me our.
 Seven thoroughbreds,' replied.
 That's like woman, he said, to pay for a car that holds twelve when she is only shipping seven horses.
 Welt I responded, you see I bought feed enough for the winter at bottom prices and I intend shipping it a woman, toO?'
 t Some man must have put you on | to that was the only satisfaction he gave me.
 When was five years old my fath- CT bought me a little Shetland pony and I have never forgotten that first thrill of trotting over the lawn. I re- my father calling out to the boy who led the pony; See that noth- ing happens to Miss Madge That boy was my present trainer, Washington Perkins, whose people had been owned by my folks for generations. When we were children I used to tell Wash ngton that some day I'd have stock farm as big as papa's and put him in ,harge When I sent for Washington a year ago and asked him whether he would take charge of my stable for me ne said:
 An gave you your fust ride an the nassa said dat day, See dat muffin happens to Miss Madge,' an I gwine .o see to it as I promised "Washington selected my stable for ne and I tried them out When I de- 'ided last year to go into racing as a business I bought home on Long Is- and convenient to the big four jockey l,lbs-the Sheepshead Bay, Brighton Beach, Gravesend and Morris Park. I ,ept my horses in my own stable, and hey were only taken to the track on he days they ran. l could, therefore, ,eep my eye constantly on the stable nd soon had an ideal staff of stable , 'oys My trainer. John Coleman, has . rained for Marcus Daly and William ;. Whitney, and is as good handler f horses as I could wish for
 Attending to the business details coupled half the day, and I voluntarily pend many hours with my horses for ny own pleasure
 When I go near their stalls the orses paw and prance with delight Every one of them-King Kayon, rank Kinney, Bombshell, Barbara Buzz, Cassiope and Floria- now me and seem to know how much love them. Barbara is my favorite, ecause when I first bought her she 'as off her feed. I cared for her as for child until she was as sleek and fit as ould be.
 T think things run smoother in my ] table than any other on the track, and ct my mon have rules and regulations nat most bows would cbafe under In