The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-09-08

Ger, turned it back and again spurred
1t at gallop toward the bags. But
again the horse stopped short.
"Oh, look how it's trembling" Helen
cried, pityingly. Its cruel to force
it. It can't jump that-it's too high r.
1T can take It all right" shrugged
Warren, "or 1t wouldn't be entered
here"
For the third and last trial the ON
car forced the horse to the cars this
time flashing it over. The crowd cheer
ed loudly, but Helen could see only
the nervous fear In the animals eyes
as it stood trembling at the gate.
When the next horse entered, its
rider first led it UP to the bars. at
which it shifted inquiringly.
"Oh, that's nice OF him." whispered
Helen HE wants the horse to see
what it is, SO 1t won't be afraid Why
don't they oil do that? There. how
beautifully he cleared it!'' as the horse
went over without touching.
A Game Rider.
Then came a fiery, black animal.
who plunged and reared as though de-
termined not to take the jump.
A swift dash to the bars, and the
next movement both horse and rider
lay struggling on the ground
There was a tense horror-stricken
second, as before the grooms could
reach him the horse rolled over on
the man. Then the horse was on its
feet-but its rider still lay motionless.
A great audience seemed to hold its
breath as the grooms lifted him up
He pressed his hand to his head as
though dazed. then plainly gathering
himself together by sheer will force,
he turned toward his horse.
"Oh dear, he isn't going to try that
again ?' whispered Helen, as they
helped him to mount.
Looks like it. Some Of these for
eign officers are pretty good sports"
This time he made the jump sue
cessfully. and rode out among the
widest applause.
From where they sat they could see
beyond the gate where the riders dis
mounted Helen leaned forward anx-
iously.
"Oh, believe he's hurti Look, they
lhave to help him off Oh, they
shouldn't have let him jump againl"
OF the eleven entries only three
cleared the bars without touching.
Then the top bar was raised six inches
for those three to jump again. One
failed, and once more the bar was
raised for the other two. No. 3 and No.
o. HeIenS SympdtnleS were dlI WIFI
No. s, for 1t was catalogued as aged y
| 1t seemed to her cruel for an aged
horse to have to Jump. and this one
had jumped so willingly and so well.
Yet they kept bringing It back for
still harder tasks. But now they were
1 asking too much-for this. the last and
highest bar. the horse could not clear
| Sympathy For Horses.
"Oh, dear, I'm sorry, and It had done
so we'll Look how it hangs Its head
as 1t goes out. It knows It's failed
well, they can't always win" said
Warren indifferently. IF that's the
horse I think 1t is, it won everything
here few years ago."
That's Just the point, don't you see
now that it's getting older it can't
When It's still older-too old for show
|purposes-what becomes Of 1t then p
/ Warren shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh, wonder II any Of these people
ever stop to think what becomes OF
these show horses when they get old
I think Of all the care, the grooming
and petting they have now. and then
think of them being sold for few dol
lars to some peddler to be beaten and
starved to death! r.
"Oh, cut it, growled Warren. when
Iyou get started on old horses there's
no stopping you. Come, let's get out
of here before the mob gets started