The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-06-04
From Lew wallace's Ben Hur.,

T iohi l-CN w diteltG DSH HUT. THUs to the first goal and around it. Messala, fearful of losing his place,
 4 hugged the stony wall with periious clasp; foot to the left and he had been dashed to pieces; yet. when the turn was finished, no man, looking at the wheel tracks of the two cars, could have said here went Messala, there the Jew They left but one trace behind them. As they whirled by, Esther saw Ben Hur's face again and it was winter than before. Simonides, shrewder than Esther, said to Ilderim the moment the rivals turned into the course:
 T am no judge. good sheik, if Ben Hur face hath that look"
 To which Ilderim answered:
 Saw you how clean they were and fresh? By the splendor of God friend, they have not been running! But now watch!"
 One ball and one dolphin remained on the entablatures, and all the people drew long breath, for the beginning Of the end was at hand.
 
 his four, and, smarting with fear and pain. they dashed desperately forward, promising for a brief time to go to the front. The effort ended in promise. Next the Byzantine and Corinthian each made the trial, with like result, after which they were practically out of the race. Thereupon, with readiness perfectly ex- plicable. all the factions except the Rom ans joined hope in Ben Hur and openly ipdulged their feeling.
 Ben Hurl Ben Hur!. they shouted and whelmingly against the consular stand.
 From the benches above him as he passed. the favor descended in fierce in- functions.
 Speed thee, Jewl
 "Take the wall now!'
 "Onl Loose the Arabs. Give them reign and scourgel"
 Let him not have the turn on thee again. Now or never!' Over the balustrade they stopped low. stretching their hands imploringly to him.
 Either he did not hear, or could not do better, for half way round the course. and he was still following; at the second goal even still no change.
 And now to make the turn. MessaIa be- gan to draw in his left hand steeds .an act which necessarily slackened their speed His spirit was high; more than one altar was richer of his vows: the Roman genius was still president. On the three pillars only 600 feet away were fame, increase of fortune, promotion and tri- umph ineffable sweetened by hate. all in store for himl That moment Malluch. in tho gallery saw Ben Hur lean forward over his Arabs and give them the reins. Out flew the many folded lash in his hand: ever the backs of the startled steeds 1t writhed and hissed. and hissed and writhed again and again: and though it feel not, there were both sting and men ace in it's quick report; and as the man passed thus from quiet to resistless ac- tion. his face suffused. his eyes gleaming along the reins he seemed to fash his will: and instantly, not one. but the four as one, answered with a leap that landed them alongside the Romans car. Mes sala. on the perlous edge of the goal. heard. but dared not look to see what the aw akening portended. From the people he received no sign. Above the noises of the race there was but one voice and that was Ben Hur's. In the old Aramaic. as the sheik himself. he called to the i Arabs.
 On, Atari! On. Rigel What. Antares, i dost thou finger now? Good horse. obo Aldebaran! l hear them singing in inc tents. l hear the children singing ana ths women-singing of the stars. of Ata,r Artares, Rigel. Aldebaran, victory,-and the song will never end. We'll donel Hefne tomorrow under the black tent-nomer On. Antares! The tribe is waiting for us ana the master is waitingl 'Tis done, tis done! Ha. ha! We have overthroxvn the proud. The hand that smote us is Tn the dust. Ours is glory. Ha.i hal steady The work is done-soho Rest,r There has never been anything of the