Holbrook argus., 1909-02-02
NOT oEl THE
 PROGRAM
By Frank Hurburt O'Hara.
Copyright, by Daily Story Pub. Co.)

HTOI Il tHe nap tIldJ SepdTdlou tueHi from the glare of lights the music oi' brass band penetrated and the busy murmur of spectators. The woman dug the toe of her slipper into the sod, while the man talked earnestly. She was gorgeous vision in fluffy pink: her companion was garbed as a clown. They made strange picture, There was a sharp call, and the clown ran in between the flap, leaving the woman to return to the dressing room behind. As she passed inside, large woman with masses of bleached vel low hair directed fiery glance at her and muttered, with a raw laugh:
 "Spoonin' again?"
 The other did not notice her. Every thng seemed strangely confused, and her brain was running riot. She rec oanized this as an unfortunate circum- stance. There was a hustle, the cry ing of voices and the Lily-they called her that, Wanda, the Lily, though her name was plain Clara Smith-jumped into her chariot, the attendants loosed the impetuous horses, and she was gliding through the flap into the bril- liant arena. The lights hurt her eyes. The band played for a moment, then paused, then burst forth in tumultu- ous clatter There was an awed, breathless silence from the rows of tat faces. The large woman with the yellow hair was beside her The race was on.
 The Lily somehow thought of noth- ing save the man in the clowns garb. There was something repulsive, she thought, in that costume, in the silly, painted face-the face which was so handsome in real life. He had begged her to leave all this glitter before she was lost and go away with him. There would be less financial reward, he had admitted, but surely a more sim pie, peaceful life. And she had re- fused. She must wait, she had said. Why? An, yes!-why? She won- dered now.
 All this she thought in brief, feet ing moment. Then she was startled. What was happening? The other woman should fall behind. She was leading. Had she forgotten? The girl looked quickly toward her. The wom- an seemed to be straining every ef- fort to keep the lead. Great clouds of dust and d.rt flew about them. Wanda gave little cry, lashed the mad dened steeds, leaned forward, held her breath.
 Around the circle they dashed. There was great uproar now, as of tremendous thunder. Dust blew In Wandas eyes. She could scarcely see. The woman with the yellow coils of bleached hair was smiling slightly, urging her horses on. TO hocTy, sharp thudthud of the panting ami mals echoed above all other sounds. Wanda cried shrily, in hysteria. The other woman laughed, gasping.
 It was the last lap. Both women cracked their whips fiercely. Jealousy on the one hand, indignation on the other, inpelled them to fury, madness, abandon. Awed faces of circus men stared at them in fright. The audience applauded in ignorance. Some of the employees yelled out to them:
 "Fifne! For Gawds sake, Fifne, Wanda! Lily!"
 But the charioteers paid no heed This wss the continuation of the feud that the older woman had imposed be tween them. She was wild with pas sion. She was crazed because the rGn should have loved this girl now ii -k'ng death at her side. Each was determined that this should mean the end.
 The last lap it was; nearer, nearer they rushed; swaying, crying bend ing. ranting. Ahead there was flash of white, straight before them in the