Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-12-29
BEFORE THE CADI.
Justice Was Done the Horse Whose
Tail was Cropped.

From Life.
Shadow OF Mohammedr' exclaimed the
cadi. Have I got 'em again, Mustapha.
is that a real horse?'
at is a real horse" may 1t please your
hi8hness, and, what is more wonderful,
horse that can talk"
Allah Kebur-God is most powerful.
What does the animal want?''
Justice, oh, great cad," exclaimed the
horse, in the purest Arabic, from which
strain his gums plainly showed he was de-
scended. Il am told that even a horse.
though 1t be men that misuse him, may OBJ
tain justice at your hands"
fright you are. This particular cadi
likes some horses better than he does most
men. Besides, If you have any reliable
stable information he might use IT to adj
vantage IL there shall be any racing next
year. But what is your grievance?"
1T is this, oh, sire and dam of all JUS
tice. Know that l was owned by a master
who loved me and whom / served well.
But he became poor and was forced to sell
me to what is called an Anglomaniac.
had not been long his, when one day he
brought cruel-looling man to the stable,
and, after locking the doors, threw me
down, fastened my legs and then. with
pair of shears, cut off three or four of the
vertebrae of my tail and then stopped the
bleeding by soaring the end Of 1t with a
red-hot iron, thus causing me most awful
agony"
why did they do this?''
II do not know, unless their eyes and
minds are diseased, and they think that
paint brush sticking up from the northeast
corner OF horse is moro beautiful than
the graceful, flowing tail with which ma
ture has endowed our race
But it seems to have healed up all right
now"
True. your highnoss. But my flowing
tail was not only thing of beauty. 1t
also was of use Perhaps beneath your
highness' turban there is a bald head
Tut, tut! That has nothing 20 do with
the case, and / rule out that last remark
as incompetent, irrelevant and inmate
rial"
perhaps. then. the tip Of your nighness'
sublime nose has been toyed with by the
common house fly, who tickle3. but does
not sting. Without my tail my tender legs
and TANKS are exposed to the merciless
attacks Of horse flies, who sting and bite
numerically, and l have no defense
against them. In hot weather. when the
heat alone is torment, my life Is one con-
slant round of torture"
"Staffir Allah-God forgive me! but this
Is most cruel. Justice shall be done, good
horse. Mustapha, do you know this Anglo
maniac?'
Il do, your highness The Giaour is one
of what they call the four hundred, and is
one of the loudest psalm singers, besides
society, of Sheikh Gerry's society and
trustee of two or three hospitals"
Seek him out, then. Mustapha, convey
him to cell, remove his garments ard tie
his arms and legs. Then heat the cell to
a hundred degrees and close The door
tight, having first released in 1t three or
four score busness-like horse flies. year
from next week Thursday call my atten-
ton to his case. and ! will tell YOU what
further to do"
ut is we'll, your .highness," replied Mus
tapha, as he departed to carry out the
sentence. r.. n
May your hlghness shadow never be
less" said the horse; your highness must
come of the stock of Solomon the Wise"
"Murakkas-you are dismissed" said the
cadi. and the horse cantercd off to his
stable, giving vent every few strides to
gentle little horse laughs OF satisfaction.
The cadi disappeared behind the curtain.
saying, There are others. no doubt, but
when it comes to the only original Cohen
among the cadis / am it."