HE next day the sun rose glorious on the blue Lake and White City. Our trio went in the morning to visit Lincoln Park, but returned at noon, and took the Cottage Grove car for the Fair. They entered the grounds again by the way of the long avenue of the Plaisance, and there they found all the world at home again.
WATER TOWER.
They went to the Street in Cairo.
As they passed in they noticed a young colored man and woman, who were talking so loudly as to attract attention. The young woman was gayly dressed indeed. Her hat was conspicuous even in the Street of Cairo. It was a kind of pyramid of feathers, flowers, and streamers. Her dress was as Oriental, and she evidently carried a very happy heart. The young man looked as happy; his face shone.
An Oriental wedding procession was moving through the street, and in it an Asiatic lady was riding on a camel.
How proud she looked, swaying to and fro, her body in graceful motion with that of the camel!
“Wot is that?” asked the young colored woman of one of the guards.
“That is the ship of the desert.”