The Rider in Khaki. Nat Gould

be a popular win," answered Alan.

      "Have you heard anything?"

      "The tip at the club last night was Gold Star," he said.

      "The favorite?"

      "A very hot favorite. I fancy he'll be even money on Wednesday. Have you known Baron Childs long?"

      "Some months; I was introduced to him at Goodwood last year, in fact he was one of the house party at Colonel Buxton's."

      "Very rich man, is he not?" asked Alan.

      "A millionaire I believe; he is very unassuming, I like him," she said.

      Alan smiled as he said:

      "He is a bachelor, the head of a great banking firm, I wonder he does not marry."

      "He has a wide choice, many lovely women would be glad of a chance to accept him."

      Alan wondered if the Baron had given a thought to Evelyn Berkeley; it was highly probable.

      "The all-scarlet jacket has won many big races but not a Derby; perhaps it's his turn this year," said Alan.

      "I hope so, I have backed Merry Monarch," she said.

      "I called to give you some information about my horses. I am likely to win three races, so my trainer says, and he is not an over-confident man."

      "Lucky fellow, three races in Derby week; your colors will be worth following."

      "On the opening day Robin Hood should win the Epsom Plate," said Alan.

      "That will be a good beginning. We shall all have our pockets filled for Derby Day," laughed Evelyn.

      "He's a pretty good horse, make a note of him."

      "I shan't forget, no need to write down the names of your horses," she replied.

      "The Duke has a big chance in the Royal Stakes; I have a first-class two-year-old running in the Acorn Stakes. It will be her first appearance; she's a splendid creature, a real beauty," said Alan.

      "That's Robin Hood, The Duke, and what's this wonderful two-year-old's name?"

      "Evelyn," he replied.

      Of course she knew it was named after her and she was gratified.

      "Oh, Alan!" she exclaimed, "that's splendid of you."

      "If she were not a real flyer, with every prospect of winning at the first time of asking, I'd not have named her Evelyn. I waited until Skane pronounced her one of the best before risking it," he said.

      "And you think she'll win?" asked Evelyn.

      "I shall be very disappointed if she fails. With such a name she can't fail," he said, smiling.

      Alan stood near the window; he saw a lady coming up the walk.

      "A visitor," he said. "I'll be off."

      Evelyn laughed.

      "It is Ella Hallam; I don't think you have met her. She's an Australian girl, I went to school with her. She returned to Sydney when she finished her education, and only came to London a month ago. We have corresponded regularly. I like her very much; perhaps you may have heard me speak of her."

      "I don't think I have," he said.

      "Please don't go, I want to introduce you. She is coming to stay with me at The Forest when the Epsom meeting is over; her father races in Australia, I believe he once won the Melbourne Cup," she said.

      Ella Hallam came into the room. When she saw Alan she said:

      "I did not know you had a visitor. I ought to have asked. It is rude of me."

      "Alan Chesney is an old friend," said Eve. "Allow me to introduce you."

      They shook hands, their eyes met, and Ella Hallam felt something in her life was changed from that moment; as for Alan, he seemed quite unconscious he had created any interest out of the common.

      "Yes, I come from Sydney," replied Ella, in answer to his question about Australia.

      "And your father owns racers?" he asked.

      "Yes; racing is his chief amusement. He's always saying it is a very expensive hobby, and exhorts me to economize in order that he may keep things going," she replied, laughing. "He is coming to England. I expect him in about a month. He may bring one or two horses, he was thinking of doing so I know. He has a very high opinion of our thoroughbreds, thinks they are equal to your best."

      Alan laughed as he replied:

      "I have seen some of your horses run here. They are good, but equal to our best, no; at least I do not think so. I have two I'd like to match against any colonial-bred horse."

      "Perhaps my father will give you a chance if he brings Rainstorm," she said.

      "Is he a good horse?"

      "Rather, he won the Melbourne Cup," she replied.

      "Then I shall be taking something on if I tackle him?" he said.

      "You will—and you'll be beaten," she answered confidently.

      He shook his head.

      "I do not think so," he replied.

      "Mr. Chesney hopes to win three races at Epsom this week," said Eve. She spoke sharply, she thought they were having the conversation to themselves. It was evident they would soon be on a very friendly footing if sufficient opportunity offered.

      "I'd love to see your horses win—and back them," said Ella, still speaking to Alan.

      Eve looked at Alan, something in her expression warned him she was not in the best of tempers—why?

      He spoke to her, answering Ella's remark.

      "I am glad your friend will be pleased to see my horses victorious," he said.

      "It would be strange if she were not, especially as she says she will back them—eh, Ella?" said Eve.

      "And you? You will back them?" she asked.

      "Of course; he has just given me the tips, that is what he called about," said Eve.

      "And also to see you," thought Ella.

      "What do you think of Mr. Chesney?" asked Eve when Alan left.

      "He's a very good-looking man and I should think extremely agreeable and excellent company. Is he an old friend?" said Ella.

      "We have known each other since we were children."

      "My goodness, how jolly! And I suppose you are quite chums still," exclaimed Ella.

      Eve laughed as she replied:

      "We are staunch friends. His estate joins my little place where you are coming to stay with me," said Eve.

      "I shall have opportunities of meeting him," thought Ella. "You must see him often?" she said aloud.

      "Oh, yes; sometimes two or three times a week. He calls when he likes and I am always at home to him."

      "It must be ripping to have a man friend like that; no silly sentiment, no love business about it; but he would be blind if he did not admire you, Eve," she said.

      Eve laughed. She wondered what Ella would think if she knew how she loved Alan, loved him desperately.

      "I don't think love has ever entered into his calculations in connection with me," she said.

      "But he must admire you, he couldn't help it," said Ella heartily.

      "I daresay he does. He has an eye for beauty in women and horses."

      "Couples them together, does he," said Ella; "and probably prefers the four-legged creatures."

      "He looked you over pretty well," said Eve.

      She