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PAYS A TRIBUTE TO LE0CHARES. For Speed a Humming Bird, for Endurance a Rhinoceros — In other Words, "Some Horse." There is a fast, young creature named Leochares running errands for W. I*. Orr in New Orleans. We call him young because he is only seven, but, in reality, that number of years lists him with the venerable ranks of the aged. His chief mission in life is to bring home the bacon for Mr. Orr, and he is in the habit of doing this little errand with celerity and dispatch. The philosophy of Leochares is much simpler than that of Diogenes or Demosthenes. Briefly, his code is this: Given a flat, level surface and a field of flying competitors, reach that distant goal ahead of everybody else, recking not of burdens carried nor of slippery pitfalls on the way. His ambition, his spirit, and his speed come by right of birth, for fathers name was Broomstick, a plebian yet honored cognomen that still strikes a spark in the memories of some thousands of New York racegoers. It is not often that a thoroughbred passes his two-year-old and three-year-old periods as little noticed as this clean-limbed bay gelding, to grasp finally his heritage of track honors at the ripe age of seven. let the recent feats of this great sprinter have set many minds to dreaming of Stalwart, of Roseben. Three days ago on the Fair Grounds circuit, in the great city that superintends the merging of river and gulf. Leochares fought his way over the three-quarter route, with indifferent going beneath and a 145-pound burden above, in 1:12 flat, equaling the track record. This feat, substantially noteworthy in itself, came as the climax of a period in the course of which Broomsticks son finished first in seven starts out of nine, and second in the remaining two, in tlie regrettable but vivid parlance of the day, this is "some horse" — for speed a humming bird, and for endurance a rhinoceros. — New York Times.
