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GOSSIP OF THE TURF. Tom Welsh, who trains the horses which race in the name of Mayor Fleischmann, of Cincinnati, arrived last Friday after a short viBit to his native parish in Ireland. Three months ago Mr. Welsh thought he never conld get back to Ireland soon enough, or have the privilege of staying there long enough, but, once there, he soon discovered that places in the New World had charms which were undreamed of in contemplating the Old World. Therefore it is that his myriad of friends found him back in New York last Friday, although they had not expected to have the pleasure of greeting him until well along in the year. Such were their expectations and such were Mr. Welshs plans, but his love of the old sod was gratified more speedily than he believed to ba possible, and he set out on his homeward way much earlier than he had expected. " I didnt see any horses or any racing on the other side," Mr Welsh said, " and if I had I gness I would have still been convinced that we have the best horses and the best racing in the world right here in New York. It may be that England has some great horses, and I acknowledge the fact j cheerfully. I have an idea, though, that here at home we have the best horses and the best racing to be found anywhere on the globe. You know that these people who go abroad and see a race or two in England or in France always like to come back and tell us of the great things that they have seen. Let me say that the New Yorker never wants to go abroad to see anything great, because whatever there is in the world of amusement or of SDort that is great is to be found right here. That is one of the reasons why I have no regret in having missed the racing season on the other side. Of course, I would like to have seen the racing on the other side if my duties would have permitted me to have gone abroad in time to do so, but having missed it, I dont think I have any great cause for sorrow. It may be that some day somebody will show me a greater horse than Commando, but just at present I believe Mr. Keenes great colt was the best race horse that I ever saw or read of. You know that Blues, when at his best, was a pretty good horso, but Blues at his best could never make Commando gallop, nor could any other horse we ever saw." Before leaving the other side Mr. Welsh bought from H. Eugene Leigh seven English-bred yearlings. These young horses will be shipped to this country shortly and will be prepared for this years racing. Little jockey Bobbins is now going around at New Orleans with his arm out of the sling that he has been wearing since ho suffered a fracture some time ago. "Im getting along fine," said Bobbins, "and expect to be riding again next week." Bobbins is a clean-cut, intelligent, well-mannered boy. He is strong for his age and weight, a fearless rider, and he will make a good jockey one of these days. In fact, he can more than hold his own with most of the boys riding at the Crescent City. Inventor, the four-year-old chestnut colt, by In-goldsby Duchess Caroline, which was nosed out by Allan-a-Dale for the last Kentucky Derby, has been sold by Thomas V. Moore to Frank Van Meter. The price was given as $,500. Inventor had but one race last year. A fsw days after the Derby trainer John Rodogap found that he was in bad shape with a fever and he was taken to Lex- ington from Churchill Downs and put on the shelf. He has completely recovered.
