Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1904-01-14

.ilmost unoonsciously the creeping
: up OF my pursuer had dliVon mo to !,
= speed which it was llnpossible long to
= maintain. my breath began 10 come in
! fierce pants, The sweat ran into my
: eyes, hot and slnarting, ard into my
mouth and tasted bitter on my parcheel
. tongue. Soon l WAS diving myself
unsparngly. though every nerve and
muscle began to crave for rest.
| still had some strength, and kept
i 1t To its task. When l could not move
. Isanoti,er step, then | would stop. not
until. NV clothes We're drenched With
sweat and chung tight, like stlangling
, bands. about my body and limbs; my
f heart thunped my ribs like a hammer;
with every swift rush of blood fgom ii
my head seemed to sw;sy ana my body
i 10 hcave, Vet do rot think | ran much
slower than my best.
had no need now to turn ms head
The steady tllus! OF the purusuing hoofs
came easily TO ms ear. An sorts CT odd
iancioS swept across my mind; among
thenl tlhat | WAS rursJecl by Death on
q pale horse, and 1 seemed 10 sec u
grinning slsail. under Inc isht steel
) cap, and fieslless fingers clasped about
the llilt 81 the shining sword
i Aaatiier wide dilaIle Of The rolling
country opened ont before nc and 1
saw Il dump of hl!liytng iAosGtcl peo-
pie riding over the lar ridge.
] knew them rot, indeed. My eyes
We're now so misty that | made then,
out but inaisl iacily, vet desire 70 lind
I myself among them and hnplosc Their
protection sprung up and Hickered in
j my hcait Every fiber of my body was
ncw crying cut against the grindins
A torture | Was enduring: my feet. from
which the stockings had long been
torn, were raw and bloody; | rocked
/ and sNaycd Us ran. yet was resolved
upon reaching those people, and | Lab-
I Died to myself that | would do so as
! made what speed was left in me.
/ ! WAS falling fast, and the white
I horse swept closer and closer sudden
4 ly | saw y single rider darling toward
! me from the oncoming group. Scales
/ seemed to fail from my eyes and |
! knew horse and rider. Whitesocl was
4 flying like an arrow, and Enid sat high
/ on tie saddle, her hand outstrctclied,
MS If 10 hold back The swift lilrsut now
| thunGefinS Mt my heels.
I j heard The hoalse Voice OF the office.
! ca Ing ON ME 10 stop. lit seemed us
4 IL ii came flom the sky, and !! turned
! my head to see him towering above me-
\ know not what Wondering impulse
of resistance caused me To draw my
Knife. hut | did, and ut once his great
horse seemed TO leap ~ me like a huge
beast oi prey. 1 saw his flashing sword
swing UP. and raised my feeble knife
TO wand the coming blow: the pom
| described II great, cleaning arc in tie
annlisli and descended with TERRIBLE
force beating down my poor guard.
and stretching me along the turf
Had he used The edge | had never
written this storg, but. his only object
being TO captnre nae. he had given me
the flat of his sword, and ] was no
more ,han bruised AS in a dream 1
saw Enid slide swiftly from the mare
and run to me- her hands outstretc.ed
j made shift 10 smile as she flung her
self down beside me and say | was not
hurt. Then up dashed Jack Locking
Jack locking, of all men in the world
and began tn speak earnestly with the
of.ioar.
.. Sheer rfgst.. mere LYNX still after that
light, though every muscle Was Strain
ed and aching. Enid held me close, and
whether Sept from exhaustion or be-
came unconscious / cannot say, bat |
lost sei:sc Of nay surroundings for II
while. M.hsn | came To myself again
some time mist have passed, for Sir
john ana bis son Latl ai'lS ed, and Jack i
Locking was Geelanilas agains; them
at The ten Of his voice.
.tNall3o,lts." cried jack, In grandest |
seoln. waste p&por Sir John, waste
paper give them ti3eif proper name.
DO ! not tell W that George Monk has
declared in London for The king Your
day is over for ever TIE whole coun-
try is in an uprcstr of joy as fast as the
news spreads. am the first man out
of oxford With it. this way. Just after
got into i;iltley in comes the landlord |
from yondcr house, ;anl We knew whore
CeoT was. Warrant ye we were not
long in e@tlmg spiii, tlrie old hearts to
horse"
4 loud Fu&za of ;lpg4oi al hurst from
Adam Ben. Roger 1'h@flIe and half Il
dozen other old friends of mine