A STORY OF THE TURF.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume II, Issue 139, 24 February 1874, Page 2

A STORY OF THE TURF.

The horses have drawn another wellknown man to the dogs. Sir Joseph Hawlev, after many years struggle with fate, during which time he has had wonderful luck of both kinds, is at last compelled to own that fortune is too strong for him, and has finally retired from horse-racing. His stud was sold a week ago. and brought fair but not long prices. Rosicrucian, which fetched 6,2'X> guineas, is one of the finest horses that ever ran in England, and certainly would have come nearer to the enormous price of 12,000 guineas brought by Blair Athol last year, were it not that the rising generation shows signs of being tired of the ruin that follows liorscraqjng. This is not the first time that Sir Joseph Hawley has been “ flat broke ” though probably it will bo the hist. Some years back he came a great “cropper,” and to settle his debts of honor, had to embarrass himself so heavily that his legal liabilities became enormous. There was nothing to be done but to leave the country, as arrest was quite common in those days; but it was very difficult to get away as he was well-known, and spies were after him everywhere. At last it oozed out that ho was away from London by the “Continental Express ” from the South-Western Station one evening, and all the “ limbs of the law were in force on the platform with their little documents. The train was searched, and it seemed a dead certainty that he could not pass to it, but as it moved out of the station, to the horror of the Sheriff’s officers, the head of the well-known racing man was protruded from the rapidly retreating carriage, and he shouted, shaking his fist at them, “ I’ll come back and be with you yet.” A ticket clerk, who had in time gone by won money on Sir Joseph’s stable, had passed him on the wrong side of the train, which, from the construction of the stations, is not accessible from the platform. He did come back, too, and the very next year won the Derby with Beadsman, father to the horse Rosicrucian, that I have just spoken of.— S. F. News Letter.