The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-09-28
Vanderbilt's Stable.
A Saratoga scrihbler Among the Millionsire's
Horses

Saratoga scnbbler Among the MilHonsire's
Horses
By far the sweetest, prettiest, dain-
tiest thing here is Maud S. The other
morning went down to Vanderbllt's
private stables. just back of Congress
Hall, to see this beautiful creature, that
can clip it faster than an express train
on down grade. The head groom,
after surveying me, concluded that |
was a harmless atom, and invited me
in. Il want to see Maud S." said /.
''Do you show her to strangersp" ''Oh,
yes" he answered, good-naturedly, '.lots
of 'em come in here, and they all want
to see her, He led the way to her
stall, which is about ten feet square and
dainty as lady's boudoir, and there,
with light horse cover to keep the flies
off her, was the great mare. She
seemed delighted to have company,
and, like all other well-bred creatures,
was good-natured and affable and de-
void of airs. Her coat was softer than
satin, and she has the most earnest and
intelligent eye ever seen in an animal s
head. She shifted around complacent-
ly and rubbed her slender nose against
me us if we had been old acquaintance;
in three minutes we had established in
innate relations. The groom took off
her cover and turned her around to
show her off to my inexperienced eyes,
when her hind legs coming little too
close to me, / made a bolt for the door
of the stall. ''Come back" said he,
laughing, ''she never did an ill-natured
4l L
think of kicking or biting you, than
you would think of striking her. She
is so kind and well disposed yon'd
think she was human"-and l suspect
that the groom did have half belief
that she was human. He was evident
ly delighted to have an appreciative
listener and was ready enough to talk
about the Queen of the Turf Mr.. Van
derbilt is not driving her at all now.
She is in training for the Fall races, and
every morning at 10 o'clock her trainer
takes her out for spin down the road.
Mr.. Vanderbilt is not half so proud Of
her as the stable men are, and she is
indeed creature so gentle, so lovable,
and SO altogether the ideal horse, that
anything could love her. After awhile
tore myself away from her to take a
look at the other horses. First was
Lysander, pretentious beast, who
eyed me superciliously and treated all
my advances with lofty Indifference.
This animal resembles the ideal New
York editor, being cold and naughty
creature, with an icy smile and an in
scrutable brow, and evidently has no
time to waste ON trifiers-no trifierS
need apply. Then Twas shown another
horse, Lysanders mate, whose name |
really forget, but with Mr.. Vanderbilt's
permission / will call him Abdallah.
Well, Abdallah offended me as much
by his fippancy as Lysander by his
hauteur. AS soon as he beheld me,
without the formality of an introduce
ton, he wanted to play pitch and toss
with me, to which l objected and left
him to his reflections. The two horses
for Mrs. Vanderbilts S victoria were also
shown. One of them, having plebeian
fondness for straw in his stall and dis
position to paw and dash it around, was
in disgrace, with his meddlesome nose
fastened to an iron ring, where he had
to remain for an hour or two until he
was thought to be sufficiently punished.
| could not leave without another look
at the bride of the Wind" and she
asked me to come again as plainly and
as intelligibly as if she had the gift of
speech.-Sdrat0ga Cor. NeU York.
World.