ther vast human emotion anywhere, and for
any cause. The Derby thrill has a hold upon people that nothing else
has, and is repeated year after year. There are men who have seen many
Derbies decided and for thirty years or more in succession have
experienced the thrill of the race.

A Derby transplanted from Epsom is a mere ordinary race. It is the
famous surroundings cause the fascination, and Epsom Downs shares the
fame of Derby Day.

Gold Star picked his way through to the front, and as he took the lead
there was a tremendous shout for the favorite. It made Ella start, and
Eve said:

"Something worth seeing and hearing, is it not?"

"Wonderful!" exclaimed Ella, her face eager with excitement.

Although Gold Star held such a prominent position his victory was not
yet assured, for on the right, in the center of the course, came Merry
Monarch, and Orbit, with Postman still struggling gamely. They reached
the stands amid terrific din, a pandemonium of sound, and people
pressed hard on to the rails, five or six deep, in the vain hope of
seeing the tops of the riders' heads, and gleaning some information as
to the likely winner from the color of their caps.

As they neared the Judge's box Ben Bradley prepared for his famous
rush. He had Merry Monarch well in hand, the horse had not yet felt
the pressure, that was to come suddenly, in a second. Gold Star strode
up the rise followed by Orbit, and again and again he was proclaimed
the winner.

But a race is never won until the winning-post is passed, and much may
happen in a few strides. Tommy's vigorous riding gave his mount a
chance; but Bradley pushed Merry Monarch on, and inch by inch, yard by
yard, he raced up to the favorite, joined issue, and a great finish
began.

The tumult was tremendous. Ella was amazed; she had seen the
excitement of a Melbourne Cup but it was nothing to this. The crowd
swayed in masses, the movement dazzled; it resembled a flickering film
before the "movies" were improved upon.

Down the course thousands of people, commencing at Tattenham Corner
were running at top speed, anxious to discover what had won. Before
they knew, the result was out in Fleet Street and the boys were
careering toward the City and the West End spreading the tidings.

Bradley's great rush proved effective. He got every ounce out of his
mount and Merry Monarch beat Gold Star by half a length. The usual
scene followed as the winner was turned round an