The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1910-01-25

single flash of dismay that he and
Lorraine would be recognized and
intercepted by Marlanx watch
ers. Between the fierce jolts Of
the great cart he managed to con-
!vey his fears to her.
1t was she who had the sofu-
ton. They might succeed in
passing the gates IL they hid
themselves in the bed of the
cart, underneath the thick can
vas covering. The farmer lifted
the cloth and they crawled down
among the melons. In this fash
ion they not only covered the re-
mainder of the distance, half sti-
fled by the heat and half murder
ed by the uncomfortable position,
but passed through the gates and
were taken gathering down the
streets toward the center of the
town.
ITO the Tower!" cried the
anxious Truxton.
Impossible" shouted the
farmer. 1.-THE streets are roped
off and the crowds are too great"
"Then let us out as near to the
Tower as possible" cried the
other.
Here we are," cried the driv-
er, a few minutes later, pulling
up his half dead oxen and leaping
to the ground. He threw off the
covering and they lost no time in
tumbling from their bed of mel
ons to the cobble-stone pavement
of a narrow alley into which he
had turned for safety. Through
this passage!" he gasped. hoarse
with excitement. THE Tower is
below. Follow mel! My oxen
will stand. I am going with you'll"
His rugged face was aglow.
Off through the alley they hur-
ried, King disdaining the pain his
ankle was giving him. They came
to the crowded square "a few
minutes later. The clock in the
cathedral pointed to twelve
o'clock and after! The catastro-
phe had not yet taken place; the
people were laughing and singing
and shouting. They were in time.
Everywhere they heard glad
voices crying out that the prince
was coming! 1t was the Royal
band that they heard through
DINING ears!
Great Cod" cried Truxton,
stopping suddenly and pointing
with trembling hand to spot
across the street and little below
where they had pushed through
the resentful, staring throng on
the sidewalk. There she is! At
the corner! Stop Sher!"
He had caught sight of Olga
Platanova.
The first row of dragons was
already passing in front of her.
Less than two hundred feet away
rolled the royal coach of gold!
All this flashed before the eyes
of the distracted pair, who were
now dashing frantically into the
open street, disregarding the
shouts of the police and the bowls
of the crowd.
AN anarchist" shouted King
hoarsely. He looked like one
himself. 1.-The bomb! The bomb!
Stop the prince!"
i Colonel Quinnox recognized
this bearded, uncouth figure. and
the flying, terrified girl at his
heels. King was dragging her
along by the hand. There was an
instant of confusion on the part
of the vanguard, a drawing of
sabers, a movement toward the
coach in which the prince rode.
Quinnox alone prevented the
dragons from cutting down the
pallid mailman who stumbled
blindly toward the coaches be-
yond. He whirled his steed after
an astonished glance in all direc-
lions, shouting eager commands
all the while. When he reached
the side of the gasping American,
that person had stopped and was
pointing toward the trembling
Olga, who had seen and recog-
niZed him.
stop the coach!" cried King.
Lorraine was running frantically
through the ranks of horsemen,
screaming her words of alarm.
Continued Tomorrow.