Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-03-22
CHAPTER XVI.
The THROWING of the Bomb.

The scene that followed beggars all
description. A score of men and horses
lay writhing in the street; others crept
away screaming with pain; human
flesh and that of animals lay in the
path of the frenzied, panic stricken
holiday crowd; blood mingled with the
soft mud of Regengetz circus, Shiny,
slippery, ugly!
Olga Platanova-there was nothing
left of her! We draw a veil across the
picture of Olga Platanova after the
bomb left her hand. No one may look
upon the quivering, shattered thing
that was once a living, beautiful wo-
man.
Down in an alley below the tower
trembling, worn team of oxen stood for
a day and night, awaiting the return of
a master who was never to come back
to them. God rest his simple soul!
Truxton King picked himself up
from the street, dazed, bewildered, but
unhurt The revolutionists had begun
the assault on the paralyzed minions
of the government.
He looked back toward the CORY en-
trance to the circus. There was Mar
lanx, mounted and swinging a saber
on high. Ahead was a mass of car
riages, filled with the white faced, pal
sled prey from the court of Graustark
From somewhere near the spot where
Col arSh
etrating command:
Cut them off! Cut them off from
the castle!"
1t was his cue. He dashed into the
street and ran toward the carriages,
shouting with all his strength:
Turn back! 1t is MarlanX! To the
castle."
Then it was that he saw the prince.
The boy was standing on a seat Oh the
royal coach of state, holding out his
eager little hands to some one in the
thick of the crowd that sursed about
him. He was calling some ones name,
but no one could have heard him.
Truxton's straining eyes caught sight
OF the figure in gray that struggled
forward in response to the cries and
the extended hand.
Aunt Lorraine! Aunt LOraine!" He
now heard the name the boy cried
with all his little ncart.
Two officers struck at the uncOuth,
desperate American as he lifted the
girl from the ground and deliberately
tossed her into the coach.
Turn back" he shouted A horse
man rode him down. He looked up as
the plunging animals hoofs clattered
about his head. NOs EngO, with
drawn sword. was crowding up to the
carriage door. shouting words of re-
joicing at sight of the girl he loved.
He caught a glimpse of her, holding
the prince in her arms, her white,
agOnized face turned toward the mob.
Distinctly he heard her cry:
Save him! Save TruXton King
From the sidewalks swarmed well
armed hordes of despcradOes, firing
wildly into the ranks of devoted
guardsmen. TruXtOn fled from the
danger zone as fast as his strained
ankle would permit him. Bullets were
striking all about him.
Some one was shouting mis- name
behind in the scurrying crowd. lie
turned for a single glance backward
Little Mr.. Hobbs, pale as a ghost his
cap gone his clothing torn, was pant
Ing at his elbow.
Soldiers came riding up from be-
hind. turning to fire from their sad
dies into the throng of cutthroats. led
by the grim old man with the bloody
saber In the center Of the troop there
was a flying carriage. The Duke of
Perse was lying back in tine seat. mis-
face like that of dead man.
The prince is safe" shouted King
joyously. They'll make it! Thank
Cod"
Colonel QuinnoX turned i'm his sad
die and searched out the owner OF
that stirring voice.
"Comc." he called
Even as King rushed out into the
roadway horScman gallupcd up from
the direction of the castle. He pulled
his horse to his launches almost rs
ne was riding over the dudSing Amer
lean.
Here" shouted the newcomer
scowling down upon the young man.
Swing up here! Quick, you fool"
1t was Vos Engo. his face black with
fury. Quinnox had seized tn" hand