The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, November 10, 1901, Page 21

A Southern Girl Who Comes to California to Capture Prizes With Her String of Splendid Thoroughbreds. — R THE SUNDAY CALL. Cone Cottaxe is deserted now and Its oc- cupants have come out here, bag and bag- gage, for the winter. Seven bay and chestnut beautles were shipped with much care and anxiety. “I hate to leave you,” their mistress de- murred as she went to thelr train to say a good-by that must last until reunion in Oakland. “We hate it, too,” whinnied Cassiopeia, shaking her golden bay head. “We can’t bear it,” mourned dainty lit- tle chestnut Floria. “We won't have it,”” snorted Barbara Frietchife, stamping madly. Barbara is the spofled child of the family. Mrs. Cone says she tries not to love her best, but she can't help it. In spite of all protests the parting had to be. The harses and their mistress did not meet once on the long cross-continent Journey. and Buzz neighed in agreement. They were all alert, on pins and needles of delighted excitement, for their mis- tress was at the stables. They knew she was coming before she got there. The wind had blown them a sniff of her long before she appeared, joliy and crisp In Ler slashing red and white suit. “She is coming,” they every one of them whinnied in furfous delight. “She is coming.” “She is coming.” The news ran. from stall. to stall Every horse was stamping, pawing, enorting, squealing. When the black grooms ran to open the stall doors seven tossing, eager hpads were thrust out and there arose a-great cry of welcome. She hurried down the line to give a hug here, a kiss there. The kisses mostly go to Barbara. *Jealous boy!” she cried to King Even the least of the grooms bet among themselves. But Mrs. Cone says that she never bets and Washington corroborates her. “Missus ain’t like mos’ gentle folks: she ain’t no spoht,” he says. “The purse is enough for me,” she says. “T don’t care about risks.” Since the first few races she has never been “rattled.” Barbara Frietchie, the big bay by St. Maxim out of Frances S, may run unplaced, as she did sometimes in the runnings for three-year-olds af Morris Park and Brooklyn, and her mis- tress will take the result as coolly as ‘when she wins a purse, as she sometimes does also. Bombshell may fafl to live up to all his past records, may disgrace his Belvidere and Bonnle Bess pedigree, and the Red and White Woman will never show a sign of feeling any more than she will if he makes good. | l: '8 | | L /- TE [ CONE \ AT I PRUM Cayon, who ralsed a furious stamping “It isn't the winning or the losing that when she left him and turned her flirta- makes me excited,” she says. tions to Frank Kenney. there is gir the way thing is not in evider spicy history. alert motions, and e very colors she has brisk réd and white. When she bought horscs she meant to and when she means anything she means it nterprise is the latest chap- haptered story. She began 1, daughter of R. K. t Here comes in the Southernness of her; the dark of her eyes and her halir, the suppleness of her y. Here, 100, comes in her love for the track <y horse- there was one, horseman in the blood and in the bone. “You flirt!"” to Buzz, as he reached far cut to nose her tenderly, then dodged teasingly as she reached out to him. Seven men and boys, all black as the ace of spades, care for the horses. An- other, gleaming black, polished black, travels as trainer. Over all these is Washington Perkins, manager, and his wife acts as . “Ah’'d hab to with Missus 1if she wanted me to, no matter what I was doin’ Washington says. ‘“When she bought her hosses and says to me ‘Ah wants yo' to help me, Wash'n'ton,’ ah says ‘All right, Missus, you knows who to count on in of occasion ob divergency.’ So ah delinquished ma profaishion to go to her. X “Ah was a minstrel by pfrofaishion. fathah owned ma fathaly befo’ de wah. He put me on police foss in. Wash'n'ton and dat was whah ah rose in life. So “What is it, then?" “It's the Seeing my colors up. The bell @nd ‘they’re off.’ along with the sight of my colors, and I'm wild in a minute.” As we turned away, Joha Coleman, tralner and Ethiopian, interrupted the good-bys. “The day is comin!,” he said in the voice of a prophet, “when we'll thank yo' two ladies for comin’ heah to-day. Foh it means a day when we'll win two races. “Mahk ma wohds. “Ah says to mahself when ah seen yo' comin’ heah, two strange ladles comin’ to de stables, heah's good luck an’ a day of rejoicin’ ahead. Foh two strange ladles done visit de stables togeddah. ““When you heah ob a day when Missus® hosses done win two races, yo'll remem- ; bah dis. nd its favorites. ANl've traveled all over Europe in that ra- “Mdhk ma wohds. ™ She was trained to know and to love Lgwinh 5 SARAH CO} ( horses. Morgan always had as many as The rescs 'ak" conkiquie. ok, awe AR *JTOC& g he could afford and that w goodly ma colleglance to Missus is kase her Education is a debt due from present to future generations.—George Peabody. The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and Morgan's daughter grew up with the when Missus wants me she can hab me.” Qoing well whatever you do, without a nerves that tingle In response to a bell Ten black servants and a big black dog. thought of fame.—Longfellow. nd the eye that picks a winner. She In the midst of this ebony household “de There is no road to success but through seemed to know by Instinct the clean Missus” gleams as gay and-as dainty as g clear, strong purpose. A purpose un- limbs that should be, the noble chest, the an up-to-date poster in red and white. gerltes character, culture, position, at- extended nostrils. the glistening eye, the “The Red and White Woman" always. tainment of whatever sort.—T. T. Mun- wellbred head, the lashing iofns Sewt ¥n 1855 she rried a man named Nat Vincent, whg was clerk in some Missouri court. He did very well for a while, and er - got tired of him she settled a divorce. This was a few ter the marriage, ext came N. H. Cone. He was the ger of large mining interests at To-day it is a art red waist buttoned afternoon, it is the smashing mascot gown. She and her ten-year-old boy come here for the whole season and she Intends to keep her horses busy. They never loaf. She had them entered last season at the various Long Island resorts. In the sum- mer she shipped them to Saratoga and followed with the same retinue which she ger. he liked the turf, but as yet she had with great dis® of pearl—to-morrow, a RSP L st time to make it her headquarters, flapping white Leghorn laden with a “Aha!" exclalmed the good woman, an afternoon tk had several romances to complete poppy wreath. And at the races, every “here’s a story of a young officer in the Philippines whose life was saved by a Bible which he carried over his heart. A Filipino bullet plerced the—" “Yes, my dear,” "laterrupted her unre- generate husband, “but a deck of cards in the same place would have answered as well."—Catholic Standard and Times. —————e— - Already generous in its contributions Cripple Creek, and he had lald away a THE‘ + has brought here. She contemplated New that relate to the Aztecs and cliff dwell~ neat little amount of Cripple Creck earn. ©35¥ Teach of Brighton and the other : “Once T was frightened to death,” Mrs. Orleans for this winter, but settled on ers, Mexico Is now ylelding up archaeologle Mmgs and she didn’t divorce him. He died, F2¢¢ tracks. BShe gathered a black re- WHOLE Cone says. ‘We heard that there was a California instead. cal treasures in the form of buried cities r, and courteously left her two hurdred thousand dollars, ft. The first success got her blood up; the next was Intoxicating. She made up her mind to devote herself to horses. She bought a Long Island home within tinue about her, for she knows no service but that of her father and her grand- Cone Cottage on Long Island has grown and preened itsel month by month as the horses have been making money. RETINUE ¢ added a Turkish voom and m viue room of late, wreck just behind us on the road, and of course we supposed it was the hair of one pretty mane lost. Don't they Yook in good form?" Bombshell thrust his head out of the stall to show how thoroughly fit ha was, \ She has set up headquarters In an Oak- land cottage, where she can have things stripes adorn the walls of the men's rooms, ‘Washington Perkins, according to his own accounts, is something of a plunger. and palaces, some of which reveal an amount and quality of carv'ng and con- Her next venture was the marriage with father before her. The Morgans owned train that the horses were on. Washing- Der own way with Sally Lunn for every structive skill uite unexpected by the al Wialter Dinmore, that romantic aftatr helr slaves and the Morgan daughter “on kept the telegraph in convulsions and DPreakfast and corn pone for every dinner. men of science Who are employed in the of work where few women have which interested San Francisco last win- %NS hers, in every sense but that of Lhe 2 1 had hysterlcs, She is within walking distance of the exeavations. and #till fewer have won out, and ter. he called this off at the ehd of two '#W. From Washington Perkins, manager “How did it turn out? Why, we all Oakland track. TR S8 5 4 %5 s~ weeks and since that horses have been Of Al forces, down to the smallest and /' lived happy ever after, of course. Just Over there are the apartments of her The brilliant comet now visible in South cr. There is ginger the center of her interests, - the blackest and the grinningest groom xS ) one look at these beauties shows that Seven horses as well as thelr attendants. Africa Is an object of great interest to the her biack tucky eyes and there s A year ago she bought one and entered ©P the place, her brown-skinned retainers - they all escaped without so much as one Red and white flags, red and white jockey soldiers. A private in the Buffs, writing from Balmoral, says: “When I first saw it I thought it was a veldt fire with rocket ascending from it. A star of eme ceptional brilllancy was close to ig"™