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Taranaki Daily News, Volume LV, Issue 95, 7 September 1912, Page 1 (Supplement)

Pathos is always cropping up m unexpected corners, and a little incident towards the end of the horse sales at the Sydney Showground a short time ago was touched with it. It was growing cold, and was almost dark, as the auctioneer was getting rid of the horses in the miscellaneous section. A wellbred Tittle pony was put 011 the market when a pale-faced man, with a muffler round his neck, stepped up to the auctioneer's box, and said, "Do your best for the little fellow. He's been a pal 0' mine. I wouldn't sell him, only I've had a lot of illness, and must get money somehow. I've just got out of bed from a battle with pneumonia, and if I don't want to commit suicide, I'm told I'll have to go to the mountains for a long while." 'The hammer-holder said, "All right. I'd have sold him earlier, to let you get out of the cold, if you'd told me." Finally the pony was sold for 30 guineas. "It's like a friend dying," remarked the ex-owner. "All I hope is that the man who's got him will be good to liim."