[So it was, till Edwin fell among gentlemen from Wales.
At the Close of the Racing Season.
Owner (to friend, pointing to disappointing colt). There he is, as well bred as any horse in the world, but can't win a race. Now what's to be done with him?
Friend (suddenly inspired). Harness the beast in front of a motor-car. He'll have to travel, then.
Real Autumn Handy-Cap.—A deerstalker.
