"What shoe does he carry?" asked the New

Yorker.

"Ten ounces in front, five behind."

"He is certainly a good animal, I should like to own him; but, all around, I believe I prefer 'Bridal Bells.' To own one good racer is a pleasure. I take moderate, not excessive, interest in races," explained Frost.

"It is rather an expensive luxury, if you only view it from the standpoint of pleasure and pride."

"Oh, when we can afford these things, it is all very well, I have always been extravagant, self-indulgent," and he took out his pocket book.

"I must have her," counting out a big roll of bills and laying them in the Major's hand. "There is your price for my queen." And "Bridal Bells" had a new master.