The Dolores star., 1909-06-11

| slate-colored pony, so he took what
that celebrated hero OF sporting fic-
| ton, John Jorrocks, NJ r. II. OF the
Handley Cross Hounds, would have
designated the running-down tack
In the first place. the slate colored
nag wasn't mp to his weight-not with
| In 40 pounds OF the brown pony And
| he was not as handy as the brown
pony. either. Yes. he knew what he
was talking about. He had ridden the
brown for six months and he was rid
| ing the slaty one now. Surely ne
ought to know.
Well" he said at length. throwing
himself somewhat precipitately from
the pony's back. I'm willing to trade
you, Middleton. though don't think
your pony is half>as good as mine.
But what are you going to give me to
| 'boot'?"
To boot" repeated Middleton In a
pained and surprised tone. The boots
on the other leg. Percy. and you know
It. Why, your pony is not to be com
| pared with this one
We'll, I'll trade you even," said Sat
terlee.
| I>Ot HluCn. IL teI you WHdl u
do. You throw in that Boston terrier
puppy you bought the other day and
SO in cash, and the deals made" said
Middleton.
Satterlee reflected He had paid a
big price for the Boston terrier. and
the $50 besides seemed like throwing
good money after bad. But he had ia
ken a wonderful fancy to Slatestone.
which Middleton said was his pony's
name: and, moreover, he was anxious
to impose upon Middleton with crib
bling pony. The money involved did
not matter SO much.
| Reluctantly. therefore. and fearful
lest Middleton might come out ahead,
Satterlee finally agreed to the trade.
Short reckonings make long friend
ship" said Middleton. and hence Sat
terlee obtained immediate possession
OF the slate -colored pony and Middle
ton folded crisp $50 bill and put It
into his pocketbook. Also he received
from Satterlee an order upon his
coachman for the Boston terrier pup
py with which he Immediately dis
patched his groom to Satterlee's sta
bles.
ITS my opinion, Percy" cried the
NJ. +. H., that you've got bargain
In this deal That slate-colored pony
is worth three like your old one
Don't know about that" answered
Satterlee doubtfully. He was wonder
ing what Middleton would .say when
he found out that the brown was a
cribber. However, since you fellows
seem to think ! got the best OF this
deal ! suppose it's up to me to open
some champagne"
| Most decidedly" answered Middle
ton promptly. And they straightway
repaired to the tap-rOom of the club.
whence Satterlee emerged about an
hour later and mounted the slate-col-
ored pony to ride home.
II was late when he reached his
own abode. and satterlee was tired
He handed the pony over to the walt;
ing groom at his front door and sought
his downy couch. pleased with himself
to think that for once he had gotten
the better Of such sharp horseman
as Dick Middleton,
Next morning he was up bright and
early and strolling out to the stables
before breakfast. Benson, his head
man met him at the door and touched
his hat respectfully.
You've 'ad the brown pony clipped,
! see, SIR" he said, curious smile
lowering upon his face.
Had the brown clipped! What do
you mean?" echoed Satterlee in as.
tonishment
well. sir, 'e was clipped when you
brought I'm 'ome last night. That's
all as ! knows"
But, Benson, I traded"
Just then they approached the
pony's stall, and a familiar sound as.
sailed Satterlee's ears. The slate.col.
ored animal had taken a firm grip
of the manger with his teeth and was
sucking wind loudly-"cribbing," in
short. Satterlee thought very hard
for few moments.
How about the white feet, Ben.
SOM" he asked in subdued tone.
White as ever, sir, now as I've
washed the lampblack out Of them"
Benson looked very hard at his mas
ter. but Satterlee did not vouchsafe
any information.
by George. Ill sue Middleton for
this!" satterlee swore softly to him
self. Traded and gave fifty and a
Boston terrier to boot and got my own
pony back. Ill have him up in court
or my names not Satterlee No, l
won't either. I'd have the whole place
laughing at me. Tll-I'll-I don't
know what I'll do"
He strobe up and down the stable
floor while Benson stood by respect
fully awaiting his pleasure. Whatever
that invaluable servant might have
thought. his face was perfectly ex-
| pressionless.
| "Well?" asked Satterlee in furinua