The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1896-09-10
THE WHEEL OF FATE.
The Old Tack runcturing Yarn In . Form
of startling and Thrilling Romance.

court, as he rolled off his bicycle into
a potato bed, tits full-mettfed steed!
MethinlSs those varlets have fed him
with oyerlnuch oil of late, so FESTIVE
il he become. And, lack-a-day! Ny
doublet is besmirched with mire! Thou
smilest, l see, Agatha. There Is but
scant reason for merriment, shameless
girli"
may" replied the beautiful Lady
Agatha, as with exquisite skill she rode
her dainty steed Ga thoroughbred Gov
entry) up and down the terrace, "'twns
not at thy mishap. dear father! OF a
truth thou must be sorely bruised.
Was not that thy seventh fall this aft
ernoon? If | smile, tits but that am
happy"
"Humphi" said the baron, as he
hoped painfully behind his machine.
vainly endeavoring to mount anew.
Happy, CHI? And wherefore? Whom
hast thou seen TO change thy mood so
since this morning? Twas but few
hours ago that thou vast weeping over
some trifle of split oil can. All, am
up at last!"
II have seen none," said the lovely
maiden, with blushing cheeks; ''at
least, save only" She hesitated,
doubtfully.
Whom, grip" insisted her father.
.Sir Algernon Fitzclarence."
With a desperate swerve the baron
rode toward her, his face purple with
passion.
"What, thou hast chosen to disobey
me again? Talking with him whom
had forbidden to come within 20
leagues of my castle! Now, by St.
Humber. both thou and he shall rue
this day. say that"
The baron's skill failed him once
more, and he was shot off into the
gooseberry bushes.
"Nay, hear me. dear father"
Cease" roared the angry baron.
"What no. there! Lead the Lady
Agatha. he commanded, as 20 men
rushed forward in answer to his sum
mons, Unto the upper dungeon. And.
varlets. bring me the sticking plaster"
IL.
Twas midnight. Alone in the dis
NAL cell to which her fathers cruelty
had consigned her Lady Agatha
wept increasingly. Sleep came not to
her weary eyes; she paced restlessly up
and down or gazed through the narrow
bars Of the window over the moonlit
landscape.
Suddenly she started Was 1t fancy
Nay, twas a human voice. manly. reso-
nant and strong, that sang beneath her
Gha nut nh f,ff tho
words:
20 sweetest blossom OF the lea.
O daintiest flower of the field
For love. for hopeless love of thee
My reason must her kingdom yield
Good heavensi 1t was Algernon Fitz.
clarence!
Across the land, across the main,
A single steed shall bear US twain"
He was ascending by ladder! His
face appeared at the Window
"Ah, darling Agatha" he said, news
was brought me OF thy perilous state!
But dry thy tears, my sweet See
he snapped the massive bars with the
little finger of his left hand-"the cage
is broken. Two of the swiftest Singers
are saddled for us at the castle gate
Let us fly together!"
Noiselessly the gallant steeds fitted
along the road.
"Were't not best to light our lamps?''
whispered Agatha. 'Methinks that
the sage councillors of the parish
NAY. fear them not" said the in
trepid Fitzclarence. Enough for me
is the light OF thine eyes,"
Suddenly their stecds slackened pace
simultaneously, and n faint kissing
sound was heard. They looked at one
another and groaned.
1--WE are punctured!. cried Agatha
1t was too true At the foot OF steer
hill they dismounted, their tires fiabby
shapeless. useless. Fitzclarence passed
his hand over the ground.
'.As thought" he said. bitterly, "'tis
thy father that hath contriycd this!
He hath scattered tin tacks broadcas,
over the road to foil our attempt to es
capel But we will battle him"
For some minutes he worked his ali
pumps in silence. Suddenly soune
was heard at which Agatha grew death
ly pale. 1t was the clear resonant mote
"a u biss ciN btti. Z
'.We are pursued" she cried. "Ler
us fly, Algernon."
We cannot" said her practical lover
"the tires are almost empty. We car
but meet our doom brayelyi"
Louder and louder came the noise o
whirring wheels. Then--a whir, ans
the baron. breathless. pale with terror
went by them like flash of lightning
Fitzclarence understood in momen
what had happened. The baron wal
but an unskillfal rider, and had allowed
his machine TO run away with hin
down the hill!
To stop him was impossible. Hewen
along the highway for 32ks miles. ans
then, with last despairing yell. h,
vanished over the cliff, still seated oil
his steed. and was buried beneath tho
waves of the English channel. 60 Fitz
clarence and Agatha returned to th'
castle and lived happily ever after
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