CHANGING MONEY, 



The romantic story of Lauretta, 

 the Arabian dam of Jim Key. 



The Queen of Horses. 



A number of years ago, amidst the Nesaen pastures of Persia, the 

 great Sheik Ahemid, a powerful ruler, envied and admired by all. ruled 

 in love and firmness o'er his tribe, that stretched into far off 

 Arabian sands. For was there not in his dowar (tented home) the 

 Queen of all Arabian horses, the fair Lauretta, with a lineage carefully 

 kept on tablets of ivory that reached back to the broods of Pharaoh, 

 comrades, friends of the tented tribes whom long association, love and 

 kindness had nearly brought up to their own plane, and when to their 

 animal instincts had been added wits and a reasoning sense, they feel 

 and know all of ambition, love and hate. 



In every black tent down to the Arkaba and to the ocean, and across 

 to the Euphrates and beyond to the sea of the Scynthians, the renown 

 of Lauretta, the worshipped of all, was the daily talk, and for her 

 health and safety their daily AUahs. 



This evening the good Sheik's heart was heavy and anger knitted 

 the furrows deeper in his brow. A trusted stranger had stolen the 

 Mother Queen of Horses, Lauretta, and though a full moon had passed, 

 no word yet had been heard from his beloved, and all over Arabia 

 mutterings of anger were heard, even some saying he himself had sold 

 her, and the false story was going on the winds of the evening. 



