All tho othera went on like % lash of lightning, and, about a hundred yards before they reached a sort of aentry box, in which I could see nothing but a man's hat, one horse jumped right away from the other three that had been In front, and they never caught him, bo I suppose he won. At any rate, he was brought back in csstody hy a mounted policeman, and was taken with his rider into some place near the sentry box."

" All ! he won safe enough,?' roared the miller ; but I reckon now you couldn't tell. us what colour he wns, and what his rider's colours were ? ' '; He seemed to me," said Mrs Tamlin 1 quietly, "to be a very dark-coloured horse, and his rider looked like a chimney-sweep wi^h a w die 1 igh'-cap on>" ''It was Mox, by gum," observed the miller so'emnly; " he's a very dark bay hoss, and his rider's colours are black, and white cap. And how about that un that fell, mv dear ?' ' J '■ I only tell j'ou what I dreamy mind," answered Mrs Tamlin, with- the half depre catory, half-patronising, air of a person who has had au unexpected triumph; " bufc I bave it impressed upon my mind that ifc was a beautiful cream-coloured creature." "Never was a race hoss that colour, and never will be," sneered the miller, contemn tuously interrupting. "Wel 1 , it may have been chestnut," re sumed Mrs Tamlin with less confidence; " but I know the rider wore a red jacket and black cap, something like the Queen's out riders." " That'll do," said the miller reflectively: "it was Beggrtrman. 