u From the desert sands of Arabia to the horse show at Madison Square Garden, New York, That's a long Jump. but Said Ab dullah made it, and, “praise be to Al lah,” he has seen such things as he never thought possible, Said was one of the attendants brought over to this country by Homer Davenport, the cartoonist, to care for his Arabian stallions, which he imported a few weeks ago. Said still wears his native togs, and he proved the center of interest at the great arena. Said was brought up with horses. Until he came to this country he never sept anywhere else than in the stables where his chargers were kept, and Mr. Davenport almost had to use force to induce him to stay away from his favorites long enough to sleep in a warm apartment. Until he came to America he was the head groom of Hashin Bey, sheik of the great Aneza tribe, greatest of Bedonuins. All his life he has spent with horses, and from oan Arab’s standpoint he knows all there is to know about them. Of the hundreds of horses at the show there was but one of Arabian brood. This was Imp. Beaming Star, 4 day mare, brought hither by John H. Thomason, Jr, and which won third place in the pony stallion and more close. “There! Look! Look! cried Said to an Interpreter. “Hassan Arable. But little good. Little good. Not of the desert. Not of the blood.” But the horses with the docked tails brought the tears to his eyes. ‘Allah #1 Allah,” he muttered. “It is wiy. It is wrong. Where is their glory? Where is their fall?” “Their owners have cut them off,” responded the interpreter. Why? asked Seid. The interpreter appealed to a re porter as to why the animals were mutilated. The reporter responded, to his best knowledge, that some thought this improved their appearance. The black hands clasped in suppli cation, the thick lips muttered a prayer to Allah, and then cred: “It is not so. The tail, the leg, the head. They are all the horse. If you take one away, why not the other?”