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Lady M., although that animal was a very fair 

 roadster and handsome. 



I never drove Lady M. but I missed Polly's 

 quick sharp trot, her pull on the lines, the smooth 

 play of her shoulders, the alert pricked ears, and 

 the regular allegro of her light hoofs. 



A few weeks after this I read of an accident 

 in a Boston suburb, where a pair of sorrel horses 

 belonging to a Mr. Lee became frightened at 

 a steam-roller and ran away, overturning the 

 carriage and severely injuring their driver. The 

 account gave the name of the owner and driver, 

 and sure enough it was the Boston man who had 

 bought Polly. I wrote him reminding him of my 

 offer, and received a note from his secretary in- 

 forming me that both horses had been sent to a 

 sale stable and I could communicate with the 

 proprietor. 



The next day I went to Boston, but was again 

 too late. Both horses had been sold to a stranger 

 who paid cash and did not give his name. 



Then I gave up the chase and resolved to think 

 no more of Polly, but to do my best to reestab- 

 lish my reputation in my homestead. 



