A Narrow Escape for Miss Nellie Grant

On Wednesday evening, just after six o'clock, Miss Nellie Grant left the president's cottage for a ride in her pony phaeton. She was unaccompanied, except by the colored coachman. The team was the president's favorite span of spirited black ponies, and they bowled along the avenue in fine style. While passing along the lower end of Ocean avenue the ponies became suddenly frightened and started into a furious run. The driver manfully clung to the lines and did everything possible to check the runaway, but all to no purpose, for they were unmanageable. Miss Grant bravely kept her seat and did not manifest any alarm, while the plunging ponies tossed the tiny carriage on either side of the road. As the team reached the residence of Mr. Franklin, the agent of the Cunard line, they whirled into the yard and across the lawn, dashing themselves onto the plaza, where they were stopped in their mad career by the astonished visitors. Miss Grant was assisted from the carriage, which miraculously escaped destruction, and was warmly congratulated on her narrow escape from serious injury.