The Wheels of Chance

Miss Isaacs clamoured of Bettws-y-Coed, Mr. Judson displayed a proprietary interest in the N

ul machine of yours, day after day?" sa

pulling at the insufficient moustache. "I'm g

hat you'll get fine weather," said Miss

id the junior apprentice in the very high collar. (He ha

d threateningly at the junior apprentice, and sudde

safe upon it now,"

desperate gymnastics up the Roehampton Road before it would be time to come back for locking up. When the gas was turned off for the night he was sitting on the edge of his bed, rubbing arnica into his knee--a new and very big place--and studying a Road Map of

death the first day, and sit upright. Never lose control of the machine, and always sound the bell on every possi

erhaps for a curse or so at his pipe, and then b

other day through his wheel buckling--don't scorch, don't ride on the foot-path, keep your own side of the road, and if you see a tram- line, go round the corner at once, and h

aid Hoopdriver. "G

iration of the pipe. Hoopdriver rode off into Dreamland on his machine, and was scarcely

nd a fitful glow of light, was saying. "And clean the chain dail

pdriver, and pulled the