The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1900-11-21
a GOOD STORY.
The sorrel Span.
James Buckham in Foy,ra,d.

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make drst-ratf match for yours
wouldn't it?" DIR. Henderson, the
village storekeeper. stepped out upon
the platform Of Ihis store and laid 0
friendly hand on the shoulder Of his
young assistant, Alonzo Sawyer,
Lon as lie was universally called
was great lover Of korses--his fathe,
and grandfather had been SO before
him-and he had local reputation
for his knowledge Of horseAesh and
horse nature. Some months preyi-
ously Lon had bought fine sorrel
Morgan" horse, which fully realized
his ideal of equine beauty, soundness,
and speed; and his great desire since
then had been to find suitable mate
for his pet, SO that he might hold the
reins over as fine span as ever pound
ed the hard slate roads of Leicester
County.
Lon started, as if waking from the
spell of an overpowering fascination,
when Mr.. Henderson touched him on
ihc shoulder. A stranger had driven
up to the porch Of the hotel, which
Immediately adjoined the village
store, and was waiting for the proprie-
tor to come out. The strangers horse
was an exact counterpart of Lon s
own-a shapely, glossy sorrel, With
arching neck, small, well-set head,
and the delicate, cleag-cu limbs of 8
"speeder." No wonder the boy was
fascinated. He could hardly trust his
senses. It almost seemed as il his
strong desire must have taken the
form Of a waking dream.
"Why, it seems to me you look
kind Of dazedr' laughed Mr.. Hender-
son. Come, wake up, and see if you
can't buy that horse before the man
drives off. If you and your sorrel
both lived to be hundred you d never
find such match as that again.
The front platforms Of the store and
the hotel not only adjoined but Joined
to suit the convenience of former
storekeeper who had owned and run
both establishments-and AIonzo Saw
yer walked rapidly along the planks
and accosted the stranger. He was a
straightforward boy and, as usual, he
came directly to the point. n
"Want to sell your horse, mister?"
he asked.
The man in the carriage looked up
with a friendly but somewhat incredu-
lous smile. Lon wos only seventeen
and rather small for his age.
II don't know but what I would.
DO you think you could find me a
buyer for him?"
"I'll buy t;- if bc's ell right" re-
piled the boy, with slight fash Of
Indignation in his eye. s'I've got the
money if am young, and I've got the
horse that'll match yours like the
other yolA- in double egg"
"Well, ho isn't all right admitted
the stranger. frankly. $50 suppose
that settles it. I wouldn't cheat ar y
body in a horse trade, least of al a
boy. lsyour horse all right2"
Yes" replied Lon, rather curtly.
The boy resented the stranger's inn
pllcation that he was too young to
protect himself in horse trade. He
jumped down from the platform and
walked round the sorrel, eyeing him
critically.
Meanwhile the hotel keeper came
out, in leisurely fashion, wiping his
hands on his shirt sleeves.
Want 70 put up?" he asked the
stranger.
That depends. How much farther
Isl to Danville?n
Ten and half mile"
us it? Then I'd better stop here
over night, 7 guess. Well, how is it,
young MANI he added, turning to
Lon. Find any faults3''
Getting triae large in the barrel
Tor proportion replied the boy.
May Hook in his mouth7.
"Of course
Lon partea the lips Of che sorrel, !,
with firm, skillful hands. One glance
at the teeth Of the animal told him the
whole story, and hestepped back With
a asatisiied smile.
Well?" demanded the stranger.
"Cribber,' responded Lon, briefly.
"You struck it that timel' cried
the man. 81 see you know thing or
Two about horses. Come over to the
hotel after supper. I'd liko,to have a
talk with you.,,'
Lon nodded and won't back to the
Store. Tnithe meantime the hostler
came ,c and3led the sorrel horse to tho
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