d came back to the
enclosure through a living lane, the Baron proudly leading his horse,
raising his hat in answer to the deafening cheers. It was the great
moment of his life, as it is to every man who has experienced the
sensation of leading in a Derby winner.

Eve was delighted, she had a good win. She chaffed Alan unmercifully;
he took it in good part. Ella looked at him sympathetically, she had
lost her money.

"I suppose you were on the winner?" said Harry Morby.

"No, I followed Mr. Chesney's advice," said Ella ruefully.

Eve heard her and said:

"It's your own fault; I gave you the tip, the Baron's tip--it was worth
following."

Next day The Duke won the Royal Stakes and Evelyn Berkeley's friends
had another good win.

Oaks Day turned out most enjoyable. The sun shone brightly, the ladies
were in force, the dresses worthy of the occasion.

Alan had paid particular attention to Eve after the Derby, and any
little jealousy she might have felt regarding Ella was dispelled.

Harry Morby devoted himself to Ella, and they appeared to get on well
together.

The Acorn Stakes brought out ten runners, a beautiful lot of fillies,
all trained to the hour; but Evelyn stood out from the rest as the gem
of the lot and was a raging hot favorite at even money.

Eve wore the Chesney colors and never looked better; all eyes were on
her in the paddock as she moved gracefully about with Alan and her
friends. From the box they looked down into the ring and heard the
cries of "Even money the field."

"The money is being piled on your namesake," said Harry. "She is
splendid; and by Jove, Miss Berkeley, you're more than a match for her!
You're positively dazzling! She must win--she can't help it. I saw
her eying you in the paddock--wonder what she thought?"

Eve laughed heartily as she said:

"So you think she will win. I hope so. Evelyn's a good name for a
winner."

"It is, you are always a winner," said Harry.

"I'm not so sure about that," replied Eve; and he saw her glance rested
on Alan.

"He's having a wonderful week," said Harry, following her glance.

"Splendid. Don't you think he deserves his luck?"

"Yes; he's a generous, warm-hearted fellow, but in some things he's
blind."

"Indeed? What are they?"

"I will not venture to say; perhaps you can guess," answered Harry,
laughing.

Baron Childs entered the box. He soon monopolized Eve; it was evident
he admired her.

"Better chance it,