| Show WINNING AN OLYMPIAN RACE th Thor elit tha flallen throng th atia ol 01 tb th galati n hoy though Ill sedo has alai flashed he past the laboring lead leaders erv right at hij his heels cornei comes the rapid foul fill of tb caa tian boy clearer and clearer it bourda run rom P 4 he will fy avry rr fm alty ana fiber her in lalas laj mind aal body Is concentrate concentrated on keeping unbroken the long swift stride that Ph hag has taught him which eats up the ground like fre with elbows held well in and swin swinging girg armi arms that lengthen every tride stride he waitee wastes no breath shouting eh outing invocations saya st nicholas A single 11 slip or falter will be fatal now with ith the coal goat distant but a few short length lengths and ai as his hi limbs under the terrible atrain strain the strength of bla his will sustains hia his flagging muscles and still the flying fet feet spurn the loose and sand with never a break in their motion down deep within himself ladis ladas feels yet remaining an lota iota of reserve power the temptation Is almost irrl sla Istl tible ble to make his hi effort now now to end the suspense and decide the race but to his mind come the words of crafty old Ph Pnra anes NN ith a stout heart and a cool coot head bead the race can be won in the very last stride and the supreme moment Is delayed just ahead a flying tying figure dances be fore hi bl dimming sight and he wonders how feel feels and whether aught of his strength haa has been saved and now a mad mod shout from the crowded seats of the athenians roars forth across the stad stadium lurn as they see in the lead at the very finish At athene henel athene athens they shout pallas all ali ene glies us the race the cheera cheers of the little group of Galat 1112 Intia are wallowed swallowed up in the geat g e eat cry but ladas needs nd no applause to nerve him on now at the very ladt the wan beautiful face of his mother Is before him and be he remembers the two lonely at home waiting for the outcome of this day for their glory or for their shame at already the goal Is scarce three strides away and arid laughs with triumph when suddenly the face of ladas up even with his for an instant that seems hours of struggling the two waver side by side and then with a last desperate effort the boy of galatia draws away and touches the goal blab slab even while the I 1 toot foot of the other hangs above it it with the mighty shout about of an assembled world begins the olympiad of ladas |
