The morning times., 1896-06-14

| began to move faster. WEack, whack,
came the stick OF the half-naked little
| donkey boy down on the hips Of the I'm
| perturbabie donkey. IL scarcely AFFECTED
| the martyred presidents namesake: ''Oh
| for goodness sake tell him to stop said
| Mabel as storm of blows descended.
| He will kill the poor thing
She did not know the CairiaD donkey.
| He was accustomed To that sort of thing
| from his earliest years. But he did un-
| derstand the laughing look in Frank 5
| eyes and size tlgntencd her lips as she
bali whispered: "Oh, all the books must
| be true, Cairo donkeys must be able 10
run Oh, Abe, Abe" she half pra yerfuily
said to the long ears waving before her
''As Frank says, get IA move on"
Frank, in patronizing sort OF way,
wheeled around her on Tie well-laid road.
Gradually the donkey began to go faster;
the blows OF the donkey boy became less
necessary, and the sand on the road became
deeper.
Frank no longer half carciessly swung
from side to side of the broad drive. IA
was becoming interested. Mabel's heart
began to gather hope. The donkey was
settling down into the peculiar lope she
was familiar with in the inGian pony.
The donkey had Travelled that road be-
fore. and the Cairian donkey know sthat
a race is always expected OF him and
he acts accordingly.
"Oh, you ugly, old dear" whispered
Mabel. softly patting bis neck. go on.
go on" They were now within mile
of the pyramids, which stood out i'll rail-
their mysterious greatness on the brown,
level desert Frank and Mabel forgot all
about the Pharaohs and Egypts an
cient greatness. The racing fever was
on them The Cairian donkey is born
with 1t. His ancestors had been racing
for generations. Faster and faster grew
the pace, the lOpe became gallop, aSd
Frank bent far forward as the pneumatic
tire sank in the yielding Egyptian sand.
The carriages were passed with merely
q shout of encouragement and the donkey
boy began to fall behind. The pace 10
fast that outdoes the donkey boy of Cairo
The Bedouin guides OF the pyramids who
had, with their usual enterprise, stationed
themselves along the road to ply their
trade in relics and curios, forgot for
once to make the life of the tourist miser-
able as they looked at the fair flushed
face and streaming curls of the little
Frankish girl and the boy on the strange
two-wheeled machine, racing side be
side.
The sand became deeper on the road but
Mabel seemed to feel that he donkey was
saving himself for a supreme effort. Frank
had raced before and lie too had much In
reserve. IDey ndu NOV Inple eHdu SoO
Yards to go Mabel felt her heart beat as
If it would burst, she heard the screams
Of the now excited Arabs, but her eyes
were fixed on the great pyramid ahead.
Would she win? She wanted so to win.
There was but fifty yards to go and she
turned her head slightly and looked at
Frank. He saw the expression of intense
longing in her girlish face. He was about
TO make one final squirt with all the
strength that was in him left. But that
look in those blue eyes! And he must
have been at least length behind when
the gate of the little Caravanserai, at the
foot of the great pyramid, was reached
.Oh, you ugly old love- said Mabel,
as she bFeathlessly aiighted and in the Inn
pulse of the moment threw her arms around
the donkey's neck and actually kissed him
on the nose. But Abraham Lincoln was
asleep. Cairian donkeys are either asleep
or racing. But Frank thought that Abe
wasn't the only one deserving of such favors
for winning that race. And like the
A merican gentleman he was he said notI-
ing.