Bisbee daily review., 1909-09-07

since we have sold satterlee { horse"
 That's SO" answered the NJ. F. H Now have hunter I don't need. think he would just suit Percy"
 There's that brown cob that Hig gins stuck me with" put in Ralph Cor ing. T wonder if Satteriee wants g cob7"
 It was a warm afternoon in the early fall. There had been a little des uitory polo, but he season was over and the game lacked snap. It was al most too soon to think of hunting yet and so the Meadowthorpe crowd--or rather. the three or four members of t who sat on the clubhouse porch cast about them for some other sport
 Percy wants new hack pony spoke up Tom Halliday. T hear the one he has Is a cribber."
 ~H'm! I'm just out of ponies. My usual luck growled Middleton. And speaking of angels, hear the rustic of their wings-cr the pufing of Sat. terlee's cribber, for here he comes. T
 Mr. Percivai Satterlee cantered up the lane which led to the clubhouse porch sitting back gracefully in his saddle. as became the rider of pony with rocking-horse gait. He pulled the animal back upon his launches and alighted with something of a flourish. requesting a waiter to ring for groom to take his ir;Sc.-y rSc.-.sy.
 Nice pony you have there, Percy" yentured Bradbury, the M. F. H., eying the rather good-look:-:s brown hack.
 "Yes. pretty fair pony. but he's hard. ly up to my weight. I've a notion to let him go."
 'Is that the only fault he has?"
 If he has any others, I haven't discovered 'em yet" returned Satter- lee. thinking possibly that this was his opportunity to do" some of the chaps who had done him so often.
 I've got one that I might trade with you" unused Middleton reflec- lively.
 Thought you just said you were out of ponies?" questioned the NJ. F. H.
 ''only one left. but he's a good one. Tell you what, Satterlee. my wife's in town and I'm dining here at the club. You stop and dine with me, and, mean. while. if you will let my man ride your pony over to my place he can fetch my pony back. You can look it over after dinner, and if you like it we can trade. If not, I'll send your pony back the first thing in the morning"
 Well, I'm game" answered Satter- lee, especially as Mrs. Satterlee is dining with her mother this evening" "
 It is astonishing what an interest country gentlemen take in a horse deal, even such an insignificant one as an exchange of 14-hand ponies Tn q short time Middleton's cosy little dinner a deux had extended itself to 8 dinner for the crowd. Five in all gathered around the table in the end Middleton, Satterlee. Ralph Goring, Tom Halliday. and Bradbury, the M. F. H.
 Many subjects of conversation came up for discussion-the polo season just passed, the hounds. their hunters, the prospects for the fox-hunting, for the fall race-meeting-but eventually the talk always got around to the trade in ponies It was evident that all the men present took more or less interest in it
 Satterlee was in rare good-humor. At last, thought he, his opportunity had come. If he could only succeed ;p ,.,1-,i,v bie ,,orrhIasg oribIo- osg On Middleton in exchange for any sort of pony that would go on four legs. Percy felt that his ambition would he satisfied. And Fate seemed to be play ing into his hands, for Middleton was apparently very much taken with the cribber.
 You may be sure that Satterlee dined and wined well-under the cir cumstances; not too well, perhaps, but rather more than wisely fer a man engaged in what David Harum would call a 'hoss-swap." At all events, ke was talking louder than anyone else by the time the party arose from the table and sauntered out to the stable yard.
 Middleton said his man should be there with his own pony by that time, and. sure enough. tsere was a groom leading a pony to and fro undes the electric lights in the stable-ysrd.
 The pony was about the same size as satterlee's, but his color was quite different. Satterlee's pony was a rich brown. This one was a dirty slate-col- or. Also he was thinner-looking than Satterlee's pony. and while the crib ber had two white forefeet, this ami HaTs legs were of the same slaty hue as his body.
 He seemed quiet and well-manneTed, which Satterlee noted with sstisjac. ton. The stab,e-yard was large and welll.ghted, and Middleton begged Satteriee to throw his leg ever him" |" The latter did mount the pony, after some persuasion and with no little diff dining and wining. But as the slate ccloNed nag started of at a nice. easy canter and seemed perfectly bride wise, he became, quite enthusiastic ever him. It would never do, how ever, to betray his approval of the slate-colored pony, so he took what that celebrated hero of sporting fic. ton. John Jorrocks, NJ. F. H. of the Handley Cross Hounds, would have designated the running-down tack"
 In the first place. the slate-colored nag wasn't up to his weight-not with m 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 tne brown for six months and he was rid