The Newtown bee., 1880-06-16
THE SoRREL HORSE.

Deacon Aaron Adamson. He was not only deacon, but he was also esquire, having been appointed justice of the peace by Gov. Hubbard at time when men were not so plenty who would &C., cept the office and pay the fee-at least, they had not been plenty at Saybrook. But, be he deacon or be he esquire, no glittering title or high-sounding refrain could cover up the man; and the man was simply a skinfint, as we shall see.
 The Deacon had been in his day a noted breeder of horses, and might have become wealthy from that source alone, could he have contented himself with honest returns for his ventures; but nothing would content him while there appeared a shadow of gain beyond the stated bound. The last penny he would pocket, and then fume and storm and haggle and lie until he had got another penny on top of that. Yes-he had been horse-dealer in his day; and what he did not know about horses was not worth knowing. Of late, however, he had kept little stock, choosing, he declared, to | shelter one or two of the very best horses in the world, rather than have his stables filled with common, everyday trash.
 But the truth was, he did not keep many horses, because nobody who knew him dared to buy of him: and horse known to have been boEght of Deacon Adamson was very hard to sell.
 One spring there moved into town a young farmer named Moses Midwell, who purchased the old Cummings place, believing he could bring it back to what 1t had been in other years, when it had been rated as the best farm in Cumber- land county. Midwell had bought the farm and paid for it-had bought all the tools of the former owner-and had bought and paid cash for everything Eeeded, save horse. He had heard his father, in years agone, speak of Deacon Adamson as the best judge of horsefesh in the state; and, having learned that the Deacon was still alive and living at the VI .sge, he concluded that he would ap- ply to him for horse.
 "1f you are going to trade with Deacon Adamson, you just keep your eyes open He's dreadful cheat; and he's got sc used to lying that he don't really know when he does let the truth slip out" said one of his neighbors.
 However, Midwell knew something o horses, and was not afraid of being badly cheated. "But," said he to himself, ''i he does cheat me, Intentionally, I shal try to get even with him''
 So upon the Deacon called MT. Moses MidwHH and made known his want
 "Ah, Midwell! son of my old friend, declare, it does me good to see you. Ani you have come to live with us! Good Your father and l were like two broth ers."
 And so the old man rattled on, as they walked towards the stable.
 'Gpon my word, my dear boy, yor have hit me in just the right moment i you want the kind of horse I should want, if were in your place. Only tn, color-I don't know how that will sui you. Some folks don't like sorrel, and can't say it is favorite color with me.
 Bnt Midwell did not object to that.
 They reached the stable, and the Dea con backed the horse from the stall. I he pinched the animals nose or twisted his tongue or stuck pin into his shoul der, we cannot say; but we can say tha the horse came out lively, prancing anC vigorous, with ears erect and nostril distended. And it was certainly hand some horse, standing proudly erect though pressure of the deacon's thuml and forefinger under the jaw may hay, had something to do with that-limb well proportioned, smooth in every joint with coat fine and glossy.
 There, sir, you have him. was of fered hundred and half for him yes terday, and refused it point blank; but for old association's sake-as token o pleasant remembrance of your good ol, father-I'll let you have him for jus that figure. Mercy! If you can fin fault with that, there'll be no use in m, thinking to serve you.
 The Deacon forgot to state that tn offer to which he had alluded had beel made by his own hopeful son. However that did not matter for the horse, perfect in every respect, was worth ever dollar of the sum named. But was h perfectp
 ''There you have him, just as h stands, Mir. Midwell. can warrant hin sound in wind and limb, because know but can't warrant him free from thing that no human being can sec"
 ''Mr. Adamson, must trust to you word-to your honor. Of course, yo know that I would not wish to pay hundred and fifty dollars for horse tha had any serious blemish."
 ''And you don't object to the colorp" No; Irathor like it. Sorrel is a plai color and stands we'll"
 ''Then, my dear Moses" said the Dea con, standing by the horses hind quaI ter, and looking over the sweep of tn haunch, II can give you my word tha the horse hasn't got an out that ca see-notonc. He is kind and willing an strong and sound-winded and smooth limbed and tough footed, and l neye