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The Chetwynd-Durham Arbitration—Sensational Proceedings The Starter’s Testimony—Sherrard Breaks Down — “Abington ” Baird again in the Divorce Court—The Maybrick Case—Rumors — Witnesses for the Defence —Manchester Races-Tho Grand Prize of Paris— Winner starts at 100 to I—Royal Ascot The Procession, etc. Racing on Tuesday and Wednesday Literary Notes becomes an R.C. —New Books —Stevenson’s Last, etc., etc. London, June 21. The opening days of the ChetwyndDurham arbitration case were deadly _ dull, tho matter gone over being long familiar to the public. Sir George Chetwynd made a model witness, and pulled through a tougnish cross-examination with regard to the eccentric running of his horses with credit, I confess I could see no particular point in Sir Charles Russell’s endless queries anent Sir George Chetwynd’s betting Of course they were found to be all right. Assuming Sir George to have been running horses “ on the cross,” he would assuredly! not enter tale-telling wagers in his ordinary | betting books. Either such bets are not | written down at all by either layer or S taker, or a special volume (uot _ in- 1 tended for production in case of a j row) is kept for their The I really serious portion of the inquiry I did not commence till Sherrard the trainer | and Wood the jockey were examined. Sherrard is a middle-sized, massive man, with coal - black hair and mutton - chop whiskers, an obstinate chin, and a sombre business-like manner. He came into tho witness-box brimful of confidence, and evidently under the impression that he | would be able to confound any number of j curious counsel. Mr Charles Mathews, ! however, had not begun to cross-examine I him long before he floundered horribly, j Oue contention of Lord Durham’s side is I that tho in - and - out running horses, nominally the property of Sir George Chetwynd and Sherrard, were in reality Wood’s own. Sir George Chetv/ynd had to admit that two colts which he bought from Wood when the rule forbidding jockeys to keep horses in training was passed were not paid for for two years—in fact until the present proceedings were initiated. Moreover, the sole proof of payment was a j receipt for the money due in Mrs Wood’s handwriting. Sir Charles Russell implied that this receipt was dictated by Sir George himself, and that no money had really passed. Sherrard made a sad exhibition of himself. Persisting obstinately that Wood never owned a “ hair in the tail” of the horses which ran in his (Sherrard’a) colors, he yet could produce no proofs that he ever paid lor any of them. On the other hand, Sherrard’s bank book showed that after he had purchased a horse called Cliftonian for himself (so he swore), Wood had made him a pay* tnent of L3OO, which was curiously enough the exact price of that animal. Even in the face of this coincidence Sherrard stuck to it Cliftonian was his own ; nor when finally faced with a counterfoil from his chequebook, on which was written “ Paid Saunderson L3OO for Cliftonian on account C.W.,” would no say more than that it was odd. Several bogus receipts and accounts current between Sherrard and Wood were put in, but as they boro internal e.videuce of baying been manufactured since 18S8 for the edification of the Court, the effect produced was disastrous. By the time Sherrard was finally let go the conclusion come to by most people was that Wood had all along been the master and guiding hand at Chetwynd House, and Sherrard merely his “ head lad.” I append a few extracts from the report of to-c.ay’s proceedings : Lord Marcus Bcresford gave_ damning evidence against Wood. Ho said he was starter at the York races in 18SG. and remembered tho Lonsdale Plate race, \> ood did not start properly, and pulled his horse behind the others. Wood was riding Monsieur De Paris. In the liarewood Plate he saw Wood was trying to win. How do you know that?— When Wood tried to win he was jealous about inches, and would get the best places, but when he was not trying he would be careless about lengths.— (Laughter.) Continuing, witness said that at the Kernpton meeting, in the Jubilee Stakes, Wood never tried to get off, and pulled his horse the whole way. Fullerton was fifty yards behind after the horses had gone a hundred yards. In March. 1886, witness spoke to Sir George Chetwynd about the matter. What did Sir George say ?—He said “He did ride a stinking race.”—(Laughter.) It was then Sir George told me that his instructions to Wood were to “ get off.” At Sandown in 1887 Wood also pulled his horse. In the Doncaster Cup, iu 1887, Torchlight was ridden by Wood, who did not try to get oft. In the Newmarket race Wood “jumped” away, and there was a very marked difference. Mr Mathews : What was Wood’s general reputation ? Sir H. Janies objected to the question, but it was ultimately allowed. Witness said Wood’s reputation was of the very worst possible kind as a jockey. How ? —For pulling horses. What effect did Lord Durham’s speech have upon the turf ? Mr Lowther said he did not think Lord Marcus’s opinion on that would be of any vreat value to them, as he came there simply in the position of starter. Mr Mathews : Have improvements taken place since 1837 ?—Since Wood’s license has been taken away I never saw such a marked improvement in my life. Every jockey tries.
Cross-examined by Sir H. James: Witness had no ill-feeling against Sir George Chetwynd, Lord Lurgan, Mr Benzon, or the other persons who had been mentioned in the case.
When you saw Wood on Acme apparently not riding to win, did you communicate with Lord Lurgan 7—No. I never do unless lam asked. He can look after himself. He knows as much as I do.
You knew Wood was riding dishonestly ? I don’t say that, because it did not come before mo. I saw he did not ride as he did when he won.
Do you suggest that Lord Lurgan knew his horse was not being ridden to win 7—No. But I should not have been satisfied if my horse had been ridden in that way. What do yon mean, then, by saying Lord Lurgan knew as much as you did 7 Mr Lowther suggested that the witness meant that in a general way. Witness said he meant that Lord Lurgan’s knowledge of things in general was as good as his own.
Sir Henry James : Did you communicate with the stewards ?—No. It was not my business.
Or with Sir George ChetwyndV—He never asked me, and I never said anything to him. I never go between owner and jockey. I would as soon go between husband and wife. —(Loud laughter.) Did you communicate with Mr Hungerford ?—Yes, at York, because he asked me. You never heard Wood make complaints against you?—No ; he would not have made them a second time. I proved him to be a liar before the stewards with regard to the position of his horse. Men of the highest position, on the turf employed Wood ?—Yes. If they believed those rumors they would not have employed him ?—That is not the point, They would employ a jockey so long as he had a license. He is not struck oh’ the rolls.—(Laughter). If they believed the rumors ?—The rumors had never been proved. If they believed the rumors ?—I know what you are after.—(Laughter.) I heard rumors before I became starter; but I never knew what a scoundrel he was until I became starter.
If an owner believes in rumors about a jockey would he employ him ?—Yes, They are simply rumors. Lord Arthur Somerset swore to seeing Wood pull Fullerton in the Newmarket Autumn Handicap, and the Duchess of Montrose declared Mr Crawfurd had parted with Sherrard because he proposed running their horses in a manner calculated to deceive the public. The Duchess also deposed to discovering Sherrard colloquing under suspicious circumstances with a man she afterwards found out was “Plunger” Walton. Walton had won large sums through information supplied him about their horses I either by Sherrard, Wood, or Sir George
Chetwynd. Finally she was so annoyed about this that she insisted on Sir George removing his horses from the stable, and dismissed Sherrard. The case stands adjourned to Saturday, ANOTHER DIVORCE SUIT. Mr George “Abington” Baird, who was one of the co-respondents in the abortive divorce proceedings which that amiable young man Lord Ailesbury initiated against his “missus" some little time ago, now figures in the same attractive, but expensive, rhle in another matrimonial tragedy. The lady on the present occasion is a pretty and fairly capable actress, known to the public as Agnes Hewitt. She is the daughter of an Indian officer who fell at Lucknow, and was first married to your old acquaintance, the late Ly tton Sothern. Two years ago he died, and six months later his disconsolate widow wedded Francis or Frank Darbishire, the brother of the famous Oxford stroke, and himself a “crack" cricketer and an indifferent playwright. Some little time ago the Darbishires got to know George Baird, who provided the coin for the fair Agnes’s disastrous seasons at the Olympic Theatre. Mr Darbishire now' accuses his wife’s benefactor of loving her “not wisely, but too well,” petitions for a decree nisi, and fixes the solatium for his wounded feelings at the modest sum of LIO.OOO. The trial will excite considerable attention, as all parties to the suit are well known. THE MAYBRICK CASE. All sorts of rumors are flying about Liverpool with regard to the Maybrick case, but as the police are what is called “discreetly taciturn,” it is impossible to ascertain which are true and which false. One story I believe is not without some foundation —viz., that u local chemist has been discovered who swears Maybrick was an habitual arsenic eater, and that he served him frequently for years with as much as 40 grains at a time. Maybrick was extremely reserved in making his purchases, and would never allow them to be booked. Furthermore, ho insisted on being served only by the master ; of the shop himself, and once, when the j latter was ill, asked for a note to another : chemist. If this yam should prove on investigation to be correct, and not just the 1 invention of a notoriety-hunting tradesman, | Mrs Maybrick will be safe. Another story is to the effect that two dogs belonging to a neighbor of the Maybricks were recently poisoned, and that their bodies, on being exhumed and examined, showed signs of arsenic. Mr Maybrick, it is said, strongly objected to these two animals, and was frequently heard vowing vengeance against them. The suggestion, of course, is that he bought the packet of arsenic discovered in the hafcbox after his death for the purpose of getting rid of them. That, I think, may very well be ; but it does not get over the damning fact of the soaking of the flypapers and the discovery of a brown solution such as would come from the said flypapers in the remnant of crusted revalenta, Arahka discovered in the basin at Mr Maybrick’s office. Mrs Maybrick had another nervous attack after the conclusion of the magisterial inquiry. She seems terribly anxious to impress the doctors with the fact | that she is enceinte. They affect to believe her ; but, I understand, are by no means sure amongst themselves the lady is telling the truth. Since writing the above I learn that, in addition to the chemist afore-mentioned, a gentleman named Bateson, a cotton broker, will swear to knowing that poor Maybrick habitually took arsenic whilst he and his wife were on a visit to witness’s house in America, and, furthermore, that he (Bateson) warned him against the practice. The weakness of the defence, of course, lies in the fact that there is no earthly conceivable reason why a man should take arsenic habitually in secret. If it had been opium, or morphia, or chloral, or chlorodyiie, oue could understand the practice, but arsenic ! No. Ladies, we are all aware, take arsenic for the sake of the lovely complexion it gives them, but Maybrick was an elderly man, who cared not a jot about his complexion. It is said Mrs Maybrick has greatly scandalised her friends by proposing to raise funds for her defence by celling her deceased husband’s wedding presents and other effects she regards as her own. When her relatives opposed this she expressed great indignation. The lady has several times told her gaoler she believes her husband kept his arsenic-eating secret to spite her. A FINE FINISH. There was a tremendous finish at Man Chester on Saturday for the great two-year-old stake of the meeting, the L 4,000 Whitsuntide Plate, Ten runners came to the post, but only three were really backed —viz., Riviera, Signorina, and Martagon. Riviera, a whole sister to Seabreeze, belonging to the redoubtable Mr Manton, brought from Newmarket the reputation of having won a big trial, and the same was said o£ Mr l>ouglas Baird's Martagon, a splendid looking relative of Ormonde’s, by Bend Or out of Tiger Lily. Public form was represented by the unbeaten Signorina (by St. Simon—Star of Portici), who belongs to Chevalier Ginistrelli, and is thought by many to be even a greater flyer than Semolina. On this occasion the filly certainly did show to marvellous I advantage, as, after being hard ridden, she caught Martagon at the distance, and,|racing home with him neck and neck, got the best of a desperate finish by a short head. Martagon, however, had a little cough, which in all probability cost him the race. Riviera ran fast, but failed to stay ; and Ostrogoth (by Petrarch —Sacrilege) was placed third. The result of the Manchester Cup was a facer for backers generally, as, bar the friends of Leopold De Rothschild, no one fancied Cotillon. The Station House colt won very easily from Indian Prince, who was a great public favorite; and Sir R. Jardine’s Lord Lome (said to have been badly beaten in a home trial) ran third.
OH ! WHAT A SURPRISE ! In the history of the Grand Prize of Paris there has been no surprise in any respect equal to the victory of the despised outsider Vasistas on Sunday last. The colt won a small race on Saturday, and was known by Carter’s stable to stay well, but it had no pretensions to beating any of the cracks and was only started on the off chance of getting a place. The favorites of the thirteen runners (the biggest field bar one ever known for a Grand Prix) were the French Maypole and the English Minthe. The English and Yankee contingents (both in great force) were to a man on Minthe, the “mounseers,” of course, sticking to Maypole and to the winner of the Prix du Jockey Club, Phlegethon. Minthe was the only English competitor, and “bar three” long prices were obtainable, Minthe ran well for a mile and a quarter, and approaching the hill came out apparently with the race in hand. It proved, however, only an expiring effort, for she was beaten a minute later, and at the distance Maypole also compounded. M. Lupin’s Aerolithe now seemed likely to prove the winner, but the shouts proclaiming the colt’s victory had scarcely been raised before Rolfe let Vasistas go, and the outsider, shooting to the front without an efiort, won easily by a length from M. Ephrussi’s Pourtant, who beat Aerolithe four lengths for the second place. Odds of 100 to 1 ware nominally on offer against Vasistas at the start, but very few bookmakers laid a penny against the colt. The race was a good one all round for the Ring, as Pourtant started at 25 to 1 and Aerolithe at 14 to 1, and neither were “ place ’’ fancies. ROYAL ASCOT. Royal Ascot was initiated on Tuesday iu cloudless summer weather, and never have I seen the lawn and enclosures exhibit a more brilliant spectacle. The Prince and Princess of Wales, with their family and sundry foreign potentates, drove up the course iu the usual semi-state ; and within the sacred royal enclosure foregathered the smartest of smart people, known as the Marlborough House set. Both the Prince and Princess have a strong predilection for handsome men and pretty women. “ Tummy ” (as I regret to say his intimates privately call H.R.H.) will pardon want of pedigree, or even a parent who is “something in the city,” if a girl only looks distingui and nice. He prefers, of course, American beauties, because they are not expected to be anybodies; but he prostrates himself (metaphorically) at the feet of all pretty women. The consequence is the Marlborough House set are mostly young and good-looking, and at Ascot, on a fine afternoon like Tuesday, form a pleasant group to gaze at. The sport was, as usual at Ascot, first-
class, if a trifle too full of surprises to e altogether palatable to backers. Donovail came out like a giant refreshed for the Prince of Wales Stakes, and, with odds of 9 to 2 laid on him, made common hacks of Royal Star, Enthusiast, and six others, to all of which (bar Enthusiast) he was presenting a stone. The Two Thousand winner never made the semblance of a fight with the Duke’s “ crack,” which won easily by a length and a-half. The same colors were again to the fore that afternoon in the Two-year-old Triennial, the flying Semolina fairly outstaying the well-named Woodcote Stakes winner, Surefoot (by Wisdom —Miss Foote), in a desperate neck-and-neck run home. A few yards from the winning post it looked odds on the colt, but the game little filly would not be denied, and won by a head. These two stakes add L 4,000 odd to the Duke of Portland’s already phenomenal winning balance at Weatherby’s, I hear, by the way, His Grace means to dedicate his winnings this year (past and present) to a benevolent scheme of his bride’s, which includes the erection and endowment of a number of almshouses for decayed gentlewomen (governesses, etc.) at Welbeck. The Ascot Stakes was won by the Manchester Cup third (Lord Lome, by Hampton —Lady Lucus), who carried 6.7 on his three-year-old back, and scored an easy three-lengths victory over that perennial “flat catcher” Ashplant (6 yrs, 8.6), Tissaphernes (5 yrs, 8.8), and nine others, including the Australian Ringmaster, who was not backed with any spirit, and tailed off last after going a mile. Sir R. Jardino is very fond of this race, and has won it four times in the last decade. Exmoor (6 yrs, 8.9) started absolute favorite cn Tuesday, but the liberal odds of 6 to 1 were betted on the field, and there was not really much to choose between Exmoor, Dante, Ashplant, and Lord Lome, who were all at about 15 to 2. Mr Leopffd De Rothschild’s Morglay secured the Gold Vase, having only two opponents, one of whom (an Irish colt called Curraghmore) nearly upset the “good thing.” LEFT AT THE POST. On Wednesday backers met with one of those facers for which Ascot is famous, as Lord Rodney’s Danbydale (4 yrs, 6,13), who was a red-hot 5 to 2 favorite on the Royal Hunt Cup got left at the post. This enabled Tom Cannon’s stable to land a well-planned coup with the dark Whitelegs (4 yrs, 6.6), who spreadeagled the field half way up the hill, and won in a common canter by four lengths. Veracity (5 yrs, 7.12) again ran second ; and, thanks to Fullerton pulling up the Oaks winner, L’Abbesse de Jouarro (3 yrs, 7.2) was placed third. All three horses were fairly well supported at about the same price—viz., 10 to 1 to win, and 2 to I for a place. Fifteen went to the post, and the race was, as usual, a very pretty sight. Morglay upset the Epsom placings and floored the odds laid on Miguel for Ascot Derby by a length and a half. The race was a strong run one, and Mr Rothschild’s colt fairly wore Mr Gretton’s down. Mr Manton’a scarlet jacket was as generally anticipated to the fore on Seclusion in the rich Coronation Stakes ; and Gulliver beat Ixia, Freemason, and four others in the Three-year-old Triennial. A good looking filly (by Bend Or out of Wharfedale) carried Lord Falmouth’s popular colors, and was made a great favorite for the Two-year-old Triennial, but just failed to beat Prince Soltykoff’s Kcythorpe (by Tibthorpe—Princess) by a head, Lord Zetland’s grey Fontainbleau being close up third. Isosceles wound up a fair afternoon’s sport by winning the Visitors’ Plate for Lord Harrington. LITERARY NOTES, ‘ Lady Car,’ the sequel to ‘ The Ladies Lindores,’ which has been running through Longman’s, and which I have more than ones mentioned to you as being in Mrs Oliphant’s happiest and most sympathetic vein, is now published complete in one volume. Sequels are seldom successes, and some of the critics thought Mrs Oliphant’s resuscitation of the chief character in c The Greatest Heiress in England,’ in Sir Tom, a mistake. This time I don’t think they can carp. A more pathetic story than that of poor ‘Lady Car,’ who finds even married life with the man of her heart made up of nothing but disillusions, has seldom been told. There is no character here, perhaps, equal to the wonderful old ! Scotch butler in ‘ The Ladies Lindores,’ but the narrative is emphatically interest- | ing, and the book one to be read. Mr Richard Hutton, for many years 1 editor of the ‘ Spectator,’ has thrown up his post, and is about to become a Catholic recluse. Till comparatively recently he was an advanced Unitarian. Unfortunately an intense love of music led to his associating a good deal with some “enthused” Anglican clergymen, who converted him. He has now proved false to them and crossed the Rubicon to Rome, The coat of the step is his billet—L2.ooo a year. In all probability, however, Mr Hutton’s religious vagaries are by no means over. His friends affirm he is the very last man to stand Romanism long. Meanwhile the loss to the ‘ Spectator ’ will be considerable. He is an exceptionally able journalist and editor. The Tennyson manuscripts sold at Sotheby’s last Saturday realised fair but by no means phenomenal prices. The MS. of ‘Maud’ fetched Llll; ‘The Daisy,’ L 24 10s; ‘ The Brook,’ Lsl; and ‘ The Letters,’ LlB 10s. At the same sale a first draft of Edgar Alan Poe’s ‘The Bells ’ realised Ll6,
Mr George (Pagan) Moore, who was described by the ‘ Evening News ’ on Monday as “ a weedy man with red hair and moustache, and a livid complexion,” has been getting up a petition for the release of his (as be considers) unjustly imprisoned publisher, Henry Vizetelly. The talented author of • A Mummer’s Wife,’ and that tasty piece of pornography * A Mere Accident,’ naturally holds Zola in profound veneration, and considers that in spreading ‘La Terre ’ and kindred works broadcast the venerable Vizetelly only did his duty. Mr Robert Louis Stevenson’s new story ‘ln the Wrong Box,’ written in conjunction with his stepson Lloyd Osbourne, is a quaint, fantastical tale of corpse-hunting, very similar in style to ‘ The New Arabian Nights.’ Though young Osbourne’s name figures so prominently on the title-page, he is not believed to have had much to do with composing the story. According to report, indeed, he simply suggested the central idea. One of the most remarkable of the many books of poetry that have appeared recently is Miss Mathilde Blind’s ‘The Ascent^ of Man,’ a poetic exposition of the Darwinian theory. One finds it on almost every draw* ing room table nowadays.
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