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Eminent Masons At Home.

Eminent Masons at Home .

No . II . —MR . GEORGE EVERETT , AT KEMPTON PARK . THE picturesque tower of the Sunbury Waterworks is a welcome sight to dusty travellers by road to Kempton Park , for it stands up like a sentinel of old , defiant of the rush of mixed humanity that treads its very foundations on the outskirts of the

race-course . There is a brook and a rustic bridge , and oft-times , on a scorching July day , the plump and healthy urchin of the village , with pickle-jar in hand and net on shoulder , will wade into its cooling stream to lure the tiny " tiddler" into captivity . And lovers , too , when evening steals among the oaks and willows , will

reach the little bridge , to linger there in sweetest bliss and talk the silly nothingness as lovers will . The " Brown Bear " at Hanworth — Han'orth , the natives call it—is a couple of miles behind , hard by the corner of Hanworth Park , the country place of the Lafones ,

the squires of the village . Here also are the fast-improving tomatonurseries of " Jack " Herridge , as everybody calls him , the busiest man for miles around , who grows tomatoes as no other man has ever produced them , and possesses the finest babies the county has ever owned . But you must leave the " Brown Bear " and the tomato-grounds , and hurry on to Kempton , for it is

a race-da }' , and late . The London trains are unloading at tJie platforms whicli adjoin the course , and streams of human beings , mostly men , pour out into the open country in ceaseless numbers . The sherbet man , with his spotless linen apron and highly-polished tin canister , which puts you so much in mind of a big edition of a

vertical steam-engine from the Lowther Arcade , is the first to greet you on the common . Then , the endless string of itinerant vendors of race-cards , supplemented by the sallow-cheeked maiden with roses to sell , and the enterprising newsboy with " Captain Coe ' s

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finals . " But all this is for the common herd . Members and their friends walk straight from the station , under shelter , to the paddock . Deferential policemen touch their hats to you as you pass . The air is scented with the perfume of the heliotrope and geranium in luxuriant bloom , and the borders are gay with

calceolarias , featherfew , and the lovely lobelia . As you turn a corner of the path , a babel of many tongues , mellowed by distance , is heard , but it is not altogether unmusical , for it somewhat resembles the buzzing of bees swarming to a new home , as it mingles with the strains of the Hon . Artillery Company ' s Baud , playing so sweetly on

the other side of the course . The various stands and enclosures are gay with flowers and bunting , but nothing can equal the Royal Pavilion , erected at the special desire of the Prince of Wales in order that the Shah might be worthily entertained when he witnessed but yesterday his first

horse-race . Across the park , peeping out from a plantation , and surrounded by the stables offering accommodation to 100 horses , you can just see the charming house of Mr . Secretary Hyde , to whose able administration the Company owes so much of its phenomenal success ; whilst close by is the clock tower surmounting the dormitory of the stable-boys , whose lives must be cast in pleasant places to sleep amid such loveliness as surrounds them .

There are man } ' men you recognise upon the lawns of Kempton . The ladies are resplendent in their summer toilets , and if your particular tastes have not been educated up to an ephemeral outfit in sickly yellow , there are plenty of costumes of a more solid order for you to gaze at and admire . Each little circle that goes to make up the grand sphere of London life is represented by one or more of

its luminaries ; but the exclusivencss of good Society is as much practised in the Members' Enclosure here as it is in Belgravia . Crossing the lawn under the guidance of Mr . Hyde , you disturb a group of men stationed by the stairs leading to the galleries of the Members' Stand . In the midst is Mr . George Everett , whose

beaming face shines out from under his green-lined sunshade as pleasantly and warmly as docs the sun from which it is hidden . There are many Brethren in this little group , to whom your host will introduce you ; but , as hospitality is the cultivated virtue of Kempton Park , you will be hurried off to the Directors' quarters , where the stains of

your dusty journey are removed , and where , over a cooling draught or a dish of strawberries and cream , you may inveigle your host into promising you a few moments of his attention later in the day . It is interesting to hear that the racing colours of the Prince of Wales were first seen in the van at Kempton , and of this fact George Everett speaks with much pride . Among the 1 , 500 members of the

Kempton Park Club are to be found all the aristocratic followers of racing the country can boast of , for , since success first dawned upon the meetings at this charming park , it has equalled in popularity the various fixtures at Goodwood and Sandown . There are numerous valuable stakes run for during the year . The Royal Stakes , value

ten thousand guineas , won in May last by the Duke of Portland ' s Ayrshire , the winner of the Derby and St . Leger . The Royal Jubilee Stakes , of 3 , 000 guineas , and the Princess of Wales ' s Stakes , 2 , 000 guineas . The racecourse covers an area of over 300 acres , and some idea of the value of the property may be formed when the £ 50 shares in the Company are eagerly purchased at ^ 210 .

For some years past George Everett has been devoted to sport , but it is this " sport of kings" with which he is best associated . He has owned at various times several good racehorses , and has been represented in the coursing field by dogs which have won him honours ; but his investments are very small , and he follows sport

more as a pastime than for speculative purposes . In cricket he takes a deep interest , and , as a member of the Committee of the Surrey County Cricket Club , is as popular at Kennington Oval as at Sunbury . He is president of one of the largest City clubs , which numbers seven hundred members , and is to be found at aquatic and bicycle

sports where a genial man and a sound judge is required . But the bell is ringing , and "They ' re off ! " from a thousand throats warns you that the horses have started for the Princess of Wales ' s Stakes .