MUSlNGS BY THE WAY.
I said if I might go back again
To the very hour and place of my birth:
Might have my life whatever Ichoose,
And live it in any part of the earth;
Put perfect sunshine in my sky:
Banish the shaddow of sorrow and doubt:
Have all my happiness multiplied,
And all my suffering stricken ou.;
If I could have known in the years now gum
The best that a we 2 an comes to know:
Could have had whatever will make her blue
01' whatEVer she thinks will make her so;
Yea ! I said, if a miracle such as this
Could be wrought for me at my bidding,stil
I would choose to have my past as it is,
And to let my future come as it will!
My past is mine and I take it all,
Its weakness—its folly. if you please——
Nay, even my sins. if you come .tothat.
\May have been helps, not hindrances!
If I saved my body from the flames
Because that once I had burned my hand,
Or kept myself from greater sin _
By doing a less—you will understand
It was better I suffered a little pain,
Better I sinned for a little time.
If the smarti..g warned me back from death
And the sting of sin withheld from crime.
\Vho knows its strength, by trial. will know
What strength must be set against a sin;
And how temptation is overcome.
He has learned who has felt its powers with-
in;
And who knows how a life at the last may
Show?
W'hy, look at the moon from where we
.1 stand l
Opaque—uneven, you say; yet it shines
A lumiuious sphere. complete and grand I
So let my past stand just as it stands,
And let me now as I may grow old:
I am what I am, and my life for me
Is the best—or it had not been, I hold!
' ' —Ph0ebe Cary.
A COWBOY VIRTUOSO.
The persistence of Mr. Rime Jenks
at length received its due reward—he
was asked to fiddle for a dance.
You may remember that this gentle-
man, who was second to none when it
came to close quarters in the branding
pen or following a wild calf through
the sage bush, had not one ounce cl
musical capacity in the hundred and
sixty-odd pounds of his makeup, yet
had a particular ambition and an un-
flagging zeal to become a fiddler. The
object of this writing is to Show that
he received ample returns upon the zeal
invested, but never attained to the am-
bition.
For so many years that the memory
of man runneth not to the contrary, he
had packed a violin in his bed roll on
. the annual roundup, and at every op-
portunity, when the day’s work was
done, he rosined his bow. Throughout
the Winter months, when work was
light and evenings long he had prac‘
Lised faithfully, if not intelligently, in
the bunkhouse until banished by a
plebiscite to a. nearby dugout, where
he found sacks of onions and bins oi
potatoes more patient sufferers than
the general sitting-room afforded. In
some former year the outfit had boasted
a. man who could “play any instru~
ment,” and Jenks, seeing how easy it
Egg, decided to become equally accom
plished. The violin was not his first
choice, but his first opportunity, and
having accepted it, his code of ethics
bound him to break the critter or break
the cinch.
-., On February 29 there was a leap-
year dance at Richmond’s. This placa
was on a hill in the borderland betweer
the open range and the settlements
and, however much cowboy might do
spise farmers and farmers detest cow
boys, the social amenities were rarely
disturbed and the country dance was a
popular institution. My friend Rice
voiced the general sentiment thus: “1
like ’em because everybody is a-le’ping
and a-skipping, and if anybody fall:
down he gits'up again.” The plain in-
ference from Mr. Rice’s statement is
that at any other than a country dance
if one falls down he stays down—
which might embarrass and endange1
his betters. When I called Rice’s at-
tention to this, he explained that he
meant “in your mind.” “It’s like get-
ting on to a. bucking horse any morning
after breakfast and being dumped,’
said he. “You don’t mind it much
but just tighten yOur cinch another
hole. and climb on again. But suppost
. you are. doing some. fancy riding 01
roping at the county fair and your sad-
dle gets emptied, why you feel so lovl
down you don‘t get over it for a week.’
. Our boys all went over to the (1.1.110!
at Richmond’s, and some one evidently
told the committee that Mr. Jenks wa;
a, competent fiddler, for soon after hi1
arrival he was approached by a bright.
eyed young woman, who asked if hi
had'brought his yiolin.
“NOLI did not," replied the startlet
J enks, nervously fingering a large piecc
of rosin, which he produced from 2
pocket, “but if you want to use it, I’l
be very glad to go back to the rancl
and fetch it. It is only about twent:
miles.”
“I Was told,” said’the girl, just slight
ly1_sb:.u-':ing several white teeth, “the
you camygyour violin with you wher
ever you go;,,and. I’m sorry to find tha
its net true. Our music has disap
pointed us; thehouse is full of peoplt
and nobody here to playfor them bu
a;’cello and a mouth organ. But .
think we can get a violin within les:
than twenty miles, and"—here sh:
showed the full set—“will you kindl:
play for us until Mr. Smith arrives?‘
“Miss, I should be delighted"’—-sail
Jenks. .
“Oh, thank you, so much”—-inl;el
posed the girl.
“If I knew how,” he continued, “by.
I don’t. You see I’m only learning.
can just start a few.”
“Oh, I am sure you will do it well,’
she replied; “and I will go right on
and send for an instrument,” and sh
hurried away.
Mr. Jenks was astonished and pea
plexed. 0?. course he had hoped
play in public a? sense time, l::t 1!
was so sudden. ll». was. not in :t I.
Some other leap year v.'ou!:.’-. Ls:
enough.
.tainly for a time and ceased.
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Should he bolt, or face his own m
ric? “What a very pretty girl who:
who laughs,” thought he; “I’ll stay
Wish 1 had practised more. Wonder it
I’ll break up the party.”
In what seemed to him an incredibly
short time in which to summon a fiddle
from the subjacent valley, the girl re
appeared with one in her hand, and
escorting the reluctant and protesting
Jenks to the head of the room, intro--
duced him to the ’cello, the mouth-or-
gan and the floor manager.
“Now, boys,” said he, when the com .
mittee had turned away, leaving hint
with his fellow musicians, who regard-
ed him doubtfully, “let’s have an un
derstanding. I ain’t in this like yor
for a dollar a head and free drinks, bm
I’m doing it to oblige a lady. I expem
to make some pretty bad breaks, ane
the first one of you that snickers wili
eat his instrument right here. Are yor
ready?”
Jenks is not afraid of any individual
man, perhaps not very much afraid 0.-
any woman, but when he stood up or
that platform with the fiddle in bi:
neck and faced the crowd he was badly
rattled.
“Play a waltz first,” said the flom .
manager, “and play it slowly.”
a sigh of relief and a thought 01
“What'll I do when they demand fast
music?”
sical strain which fits the words,
“Where, oh where is my little dog
gone,” the ’cello and mouth~orgar
struck in, the girls chose the best walt-
zers, the floor filled up, feet shuffled l
boards creaked, and the ball was
opened.
Accomplished speakers have recorded
the difficulty experienced in learning to
think upon their feet, but J enks, facing ;
an audience for the first time, and saw-
ing away desperately at the first bars
and repeat of a slow waltz, had no such
:trouble. He told me afterward that his
thoughts “thunk themselves and came
a-running” and that he was conscious
[of three distinct trains of thought run! '
:ning on parallel tracks. The first con-
cerned Mr. Smith, the delinquent mu-
sician; the second subject was “what
a very pretty girl when she laughs,’
and the third, accented to waltz time
ran: “Oh, I never can play them that
second strain. I know I’ll break dowr '
if I try.”
To anticipate difficulty is to insure it
After repeating the first strain some
,twenty times, Jenks made a desperate
effort to strike the second movement
failed, and collapsed. The ’cello and
mouth-organ hammered along uncer-
The
stranded waltzers dotted the floor likq
boats becalmed on a miniature lake.
The waltzers had been so engrossed
in their own efiorts ,and the rest of u:
in looking on, that the quality of tht
music had apparently received little at
tention. When the player broke down
lthere was only a general movement
{of impatience at the interruption, and i
flooked to see the persistent J enks start
up again on the same eight measures
2But he had entirely recovered his self
possession. Laying the fiddle aside
lhe advanced to meet the girl at whosc
request he had made the effort.
“Don’t you think,’ ’he asked, “thai
31 have proved that I cannot play ?”
’ - “Well, it does come pretty close to a
demonstration,” she answered, “butI
{thank you for helping us out. Mr.
Smith-has come and will relieve you.’
So Mr. Smith took the fiddle ant”
IJenks took the girl’s hand for the firs'
Edance, and perhaps for others, and the
{evening was a success.
; Many hours afterward, as we rod:
i,sleepily homeward, in the gray light 0:
morning, Jenks said to me: “What 2
‘very pretty girl when she laughs!”
“What did she say about playing?’
- gl asked.
“Said I must play at the next leap
year dance; 1900 is not a leap year, y01
3know—would give the eight years tr
gpractice."
“Did you promise?”
“I promised not to; told her I had
lsomething better to work for now.”
'Rime Jenks is a rather taciturn fell
'low, and I am not in-his confidence, bu:
?I know that he goes pretty often tr
’Richmond’s Hill, and he has traded hi1
saddle for a cow. I have also notice!
ihim studying a. book entitled “Com
fortable Cottage for Six Hundred D01
'lars."—-From the Argonaut.
How Bouquets are Made for Wines.
A peculiar industry of the river dis.
tricts of Norfolk, in England, is the
growth of the root of calamus or sweel
'flag, which sometimes yields as much
.as $200 an acre. It is used by dis-
tillers to give a much valued “bou.
quet” to certain liquors, including rare
varieties of gin. ,
Such “bouquets” are now habitually :
imanufactured by chemists for the
lovers of rare wines and liquors. .A
substance 'which chemists call “oxid:
.of propyl” is made from a certain kinzi
of alcohol. Compounded in one way i
yields the most delightful odors Oi
ripening grapes and brings up visions.
‘ of vine—clad bills, but a very slight
chemical reaction, such as easily take:
place in the human stomach during din
gestion, changes exactly the same ele'
ments so that their odors are those oi
herring-brine and decaying fish—Nev
York World.
_ Pashns.
“What is a pasha?” is frequently
‘asked. “Pasha,” also written “bas.
haw,” is merely an honorary tim
given by the Turkish government te
men of high political positions, as gov-
ernors of provinces, or to great mili-
tary commanders. ‘There are three
degrees. .
‘ b
He——Yes, “belatise” is a woman’s
. ll ‘
reason—and it ls about all inc reasor
she- has.
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With I
Mr. Jenks began that clas-l
'W'AI’HIGHWAYllIAN. .
The man in the corner: who up to
this time had not moved from his seat
all day, now rose and walked to the
othe end of the car. Zona trembled
with fear. He reached under the seal
and took out a small handsatchel,
which he opened.
Was he going to get a revolver? No,
it would be a knife. Zona put her
hand to the window and made a des-
perate eflort to open it, that she might
be ready to call the guard. The man
heard and turned; he came quickly for-
ward: “Allow me,” he said.
“Oh, no, thank you,” said Zona. has-
tily. She felt sure he had designed her
purpose and that there was covert me-
nace in his tone.
He settled down in his corner again,
and Zona cast furtive glances at him,
and always when she looked he with-
drew his gaze from her.
“What a. powerfully built fellow he
is,” went her thoughts. “What a vil.
lainous countenance. One can see he
is a desperate fellow. How foolish l
l was to let my watch and ring be seen!
I am sure he is looking at my ring.”
Now the ring was a beautiful dia-
‘ mond, given to Zona by her mother,
and Zona, with a disregard of conven‘
tionality, wore it on her finger which
is usually set apart to carry the signal
of engagement. Therefore, his thoughts
‘Were, “Engaged! Well, I don’t won-
,der, she surely is the loveliest girl 1
ever saw. I wonder who the happy fel:
’low is.
‘ ‘I beg you pardon,” he said aloud.
, “You look wearied. Do you go much
further?”
“An Englishman wouldn’t speak
without an introduction,” thought Zona
“if he hadn’t some design.” , . g
“I don’t know, sir.” .
“Yen. have never been in this pzzrt
of the country before,” he said tenta-
tively. ,
1 She answered in brief monosyllables
to this and several other remarks, and
he perforce, relapsed into silence.
“He wants to make me talk and
throw me off my guard,” thought Zona,
again attempting to open the window,
and this time with success. All at once
,she felt a sharp sting, and a shriek
i from her mingled with the yell of the
longine, as it gave vent to its joy of
.emerging into daylight again. The
, man was at her side.
I “I beg pardon for intruding; are you
9 hurt?” he asked anxiously.
Zona thought his anxiety was caused
. by fear lest the guard might have
heard her scream. At the same time
she became conscious that the pain was
in her right eye. A cinder from the
open window had lodged in it.
“If you would let me,” said the
stranger, producing from his pocket a
handkerchief.
“ Chloroform ! ” flashed. through
Zona’s brain, and she shrieked out,
“No! don’t come near‘me.” '
“Poor thing!" thought the would-be
Samaritan. “She must suffer dread-
‘ fully.”
Then aloud, “I am sure if you would
only—-"
“No, I tell you,” said Zona, vehe-
mently, with a stamp of her foot.
The can subsided into his corner and
Zona, with her eye fast swelling, bit-
terly repented her temerity in taking
the journey.
"I’ll never travel alone again! Oh,
dear! I don’t suppose I’ll ever travel at
all again. I have laughed at dear
mamma, and thought her fussy. I
ought to have considered that she knew
the world better than I.”
And then came a long whistle. The
:man in the corner rose, snatched up
lhis satchel, the guard unlocked the
'door, “Newcastle, ma’am; you’re at
your journey’s end,’ ’and he picked up
her valise.
Will Zona Sheldon ever again know
[ such a. sense of relief or will any other
; face ever be so welcome to her as was
'that of the burly guard, as he made
‘ this announcement to her?
She was
safely on the platform, and a coach-
man narrowly watching the passen-
gers, stepped up to her, saying—
“Mr. Mowbray’s carriage for Miss
Sheldon.”
“I am she," she said in a voice which
her mother would not have recog-
nized.
“Let me have your valise, then,” said
the coachman, extending his hand.
He opened the door, and Zona, step-
ping into the carriage, sank back on
the cushions and burst into hysterical
tears.
The man who had been in the corner,
standing with his satchel in his hand,
l
.(N
. gave a low Whistle as the sight met his
gaze through the window. Walking
3 forward to the coachman he said,—
“Give me a lift, Riley; I guess I’ll
ride with you."
“All right. Mr. John," said the coach.
man, lifting up the satchel. “Come
down froin Edinbro, sir?”
“Nnt directly, Riley. Let me down
at. the gate, and don’t tell them I’ve
come. I want to have a bit of a joke
with them."
“Hall right, sir.
“So that is the travelled young lady.
who is to be bridesmaid to-morrow,
and stand up with me! If I'm not
mistaken, she will be in no condition
to stand up.”
He swung himself lightly down at
the gate. The carriage was driven up
to the hall. Zona. was helped out and
warmly greeted by her friend, Louise,
while Riley, to avoid answering ques—
tions, drove away.
The first greeting over, Louis: looked
about her. , .
“Where is Riley? Didn’t Cousin
John come? I thought maybe he
would (301116 with you; he went down
to London a fewdays ago.”
“No, there was no one with me only
”V8— ,. 5;
a horrid—" and here nysterlcs again
threatened her.
. “My dear Zona,” said Louise, notic-
ing her agitation, “let me take you in;
'you are positively trembling with
cold.”
“Oh, yes; do let me get up—stairs a
while! I had a dreadful time! I’ll tell
you all about it.
And in Louise’s snug room the pros-
pective bridesmaid recounted her woes,
and was pitied and comforted, and as-
sured that she should not be allowed
to go back alone.
“Cousin John Pierpont, who is going
to be best man, is going down, and he
will see you safely'back. You know.
he is an American, a. graduate in med-
icine, and has been studying in Edin-
burgh. He is going to spend this win-
ter in the London hospitals, and I know
you will like him. I hear a bustle now.
I believe hehas come. Will you ex‘
cuse me till I go down and see?”
Of course Zona would, and Louise
soon ran up again. '
“Yes, it is he; and now, dear, dinner
is ready. Let me help you.”
“Oh, Louise, dear, you must excuse
me from dinner. I can’t go down with
this horrible black eye.”
Thus Louise went down alone to
dinner, where she related in full the
sad jOurney which her friend had.
“Would she recognize the villain, do
you suppose?” asked Dr. Pierpont, who
had listened with much interest to
. Louise’s recital.
“I don’t know indeed,” said Louise.
“She says he was a tall, powerful fel-
low—very sinister looking.”
“You had better let me see her eye,
at all events,” said her cousin. “If you
don’t she will not be fit for duty to-
morrow.” ' 3 ,- ' .'
“Zona,” said Louise, as she came in
after dinner, “Cousin John thinks you
had better let him examine your eye.
He says it is dangerous to let the in-
flammation run on, and he thinks it
will be quite well to-morrow if you
get a good night’s rest.” " '
“Well, if you wish it. I don‘t want
to spoil your wedding, after all.”
“Miss Sheldon, my cousin, Dr. Pier-
pout,” said Louise as she ushered in
the doctor. Zona, whose vision was
much impaired by the sore eye, did not
recognize him as the man in the cor-
ner. He merely bowed.
“A clean pocket handkerchief, Lou-
ise,” he Said cheerfully.
At the sound of his voice Zona looked
up quickly. A twinkle shone in John
Pierpont’s blue eyes.
“Now, Miss Sheldon, one moment,
and it is out,” he said.
“What instant relief!” exclaimed
Zona. “Thank you, doctor.”
“You are quite welcome,” he replied.
"By to-morrow I hope you will have
' quite forgotten it.”
There was little sleep that night for
Zona Sheldon.
Sleep came at last, and Zona woke
radiant as ever. She dressed and went
into the park to settle how she should
meet Dr. Pierpont. But it was settled
for her; a. sudden turnin the path
brought her face to face with him. A
moment’s confusion—a flush that dyed
her whole face, and then the smile on
his became contagious, and she burst
into a peal of merry laughter, which
he echoed.
“Dr. Pierpont,” she said, “I hope
you will be merciful and keep my se-
cret.”
“I am not likely to tell a secret so
much to my disadvantage. What was
it? Villainous ”‘
“Please doctor," she implored, “I did
not. notice your looks at all. I had
parted with my senses.”
“Very well, then,” he said. “It is a
compact. Let us go been to the house
for breakfast and say no more about
it.”
Had not the whole household been
absorbed in the wedding that there was
a. secret understanding between the
compatriots which quickly ripened into
intimacy.
“And Zone. is to go back to London
under your escort, John?” said Louise.
“Provided she is not afraid to travel
with me,” he said, with a laughing bow
to Zona.
A smile was her only answer.
They were seated—the sole occupants
of the compartment.
“Will you tell me one thing?” said
Zona. “What was. it you took out of
your satchel, and put in your side pock—
et?” .
“So you don’t wholly trust me, even
yet," he said, with a. smile. “It was a
mirror. You looked at me with such
a horrified face that I thought there
must be something wrong with my
looks. Now will you answer me a ques—
tion? Had you made up your mind
what to do if the Worst came to worst?"
“Yes," she said laughing. “I was go-
ing to take off my watch and ring and
offer them to you, as well as my purse.
I fancied you looked at my ring, par—
ticularly.” ,
“I did," he said, after a pause, “be-
cause you know the finger you wear it
on. May I ask, Miss Sheldon. if there
is any particular significance in it?"
“It was given me by my mother," size
said simply.
“Then,” he said, “will you give me
the right to put one on that finger?”
“I am very grateful, indeed, Dr.
Pierpont,” said Mrs. Sheldon. late in
the evening, as the linee sat in her
parlor, “that my daughter has had your
company. I never feel sale to have ;..
lady travel Iinatiendnl in a com--
part—”
Her auditors glance. at each other
and burst into uncontrolabie laugh ter.
——Atlanta Constitution.
The. happiest man that walks this cu": h
is he who earns his living;
Receives God’s bounties with one he, . l,
While it ith the other giving.
' Dansvllie :.: ..-..7:c.
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SASHES eoeso WlTH FFHLLS.
Luce Skirt: Shaped to Fit the Hips by the
Lace Maker
(BySpeciat Arrangemenr. wifn r. n- _\’." 47"..)
The fichu, and eSpecially the “I .4-
Antoinette fichu with ,a succession cf
frills across the ends, is worn with
great effect by the right woman, .w‘m
understands how to arrange it couc-
tishly in a soft knot and lasts-n it ill
place with jewelled pins. Fichus are
decidedly pretty with the low evening;
bodice, and they can be purchased all
made of various soft materials, and
the ruffles headed with a
spangles.
I‘OW Oi
A turquoise grenadine is made very
pretty with a white chiffon fichu bor~
iered with Valenciennes lace frills, a
white moire vest, and lace edged frills
9f grenadine on the skirt. Another
pretty idea is a pale blue muslin trim-
med on the skirt with broad tucks al-
ternating with insertions of Valen-
ciennes lace to the knee. The bodice
has a little coat of lace and a. vest of
cream net embroidered with a design
in blue baby ribbon. Pretty bodices
are made of White lisse bands, alter-
nating with lace insertion sewn on
with white or colored satin baby rib-
bon, and tucked bodices are very com-
mon with the flounced skirts and a
pretty sash, the latest of which is made
of hemstitched ribbon. Sashes of taf-
feta silk or ribbon, edged all around
with a. frill of chiffon or the material
of the gown, and striped across the
ends with lace insertion, are Worn with
the organdie gowns and pretty lace
grenadines. The latter material is
one of the choicest of the season for
lressy gowns. It comes, in a variety
)f colors, which are very effective over
"he silk linings. Lace dresses, too, are
rery fashionable, and the most elegant
ace skirts are made and shaped ly
:he lace makers to fit the hips, and fall
‘11 the fashionable fulness at the bot-
tom, the absence of seams being a
great advantage in this sort of gown.
Another material which is very pop~
flaw is gaze diabolique, a gauze with a
:oarse canvas ground and an open-
work pattern. One of these gauzes it
black and white is mounted on yellow
iilk with a very curious effect. White
zhiffon frills and'vest are the finish. ‘
Jones asked his wife:
“Why is a husband like dough?!
He expected she would give it up,
and he was going to tell her it was ,
“because a. woman needs him,” but
she said it was because was “hard to
get off her hands.” ’
Then Jones was silent for the rest
of the evening. ‘~
CRAN KS’ COLUMN . .-
Fuegeslions that Emanate from Pen-t of
Bicycle Riders.
G :-
{flats b53339? chimps! on age;
7% Wgrclt’d-lcwn to ride 19- '.
fi 51 h be \\\\:\\”///:fi/ .
5’ ca wc'~ru\ ever incc‘
t’\ J ‘ jg/t‘s ~
Ilpfigt time that he tried it.
Endeavor to cultivate the art of rid-
lug without curving the back. 'It is
quite possible to lean forward and yet
keep the spine straight. Cycling is
frequently robbed of its splendid,
health-giving qualities by contraction
of the chest muscles, resulting from a
careless and ungraceful position on the
saddle, and many are deterred from
adopting the pastime lest the “bicycle
back” be acquired. Beginners should
never attempt to ride long distances.
Some preliminary training is neces-
iary, ere. seventy or eighty miles can
be covered without stiffness and ex:
haustion resulting. The pace should
be steady all through, and any induce-
ment to ride fast at certain places
should be curtailed, so that all super-
fluous energy, may be reserved for the
return journey, when it is most re-
quired. Also, make sure that the ma‘
chine isall right before setting out.
These matters must be considered, if
the ride is to be carried out with com-
fort and ease.
Tests which have lately been made
at Cornell University relative to the
friction in bicycle chains reveal the
fact that with the lengthening of
chains, caused by wear, friction in-
creases very rapidly. A new chain of
the most approved pattern showed
about a half of 'one per cent. friction,
while a chain which had lengthened
so that it was necessary to move a
link had an efiiciency of about 60 per
cent, showing a loss of power of about
40 per cent. This is one of the disad.
vantages with which riders of the very
cheap, poorly constructed wheels have
to contend. The tempered blocks and
sides are constructed of soft, poorly
tempered steel. They not only stretch
to a great extent, but stretch unevenly,
making the chain out of pitch, and
causing a vast amount of friction,
which is generally attributed to the
bearings, when, in fact, the latter may
be working properly.
There is a. wide divergence of opin-
ion on the question of appropriate re~
freshments. The junior brigade stands
out for iced drinks in profusion, while
the veterans assert that most chilly
beverages are better left alone. A
trainer of wide experience volunteers
the opinion that thirst can be counter-
acted by an occasional gargling of cool ,
water, together with an immersion of
the wrists in the same liquid. The
same authority claims that warm tea.
will be found much more bracing and
beneficial than iced drinks and that
ripe fruit will be found much better
than meat unless a. rider is prepared to
st0p off and sit down calmly to a com~
fortable meal. All the old-timers agree
that riders out on a trip in the present
temperature cannot be too circumspect,
and that a regime on the most abstem.
ious lines is much safer than a. free in«
dulgence in the various “cooling
drinks,” provided along suburban
routes.
Wheelmen, as a class, have recently
been subjected to an immense amOunt
of criticism and even abuse because
of the actions and behavior of a
certain element who pay no atten-
tion whatever to the rights of others,
and apparently care for no one but
themselves. The editorial columns of
many of the most influential papers
have contained many articles recom-
mending caution, while some have
asked for stern dealing with violations
of the laws, and wheelmen themselves,
or at least the more respectable por-
tion, look with anxiety upon the pres-
ent state of affairs, but hope that some
method can be devised for breaking
up present abuses without curtailing
the rights of those who are not and
never have proved themselves nui-
sauces.
A bicycle path in midair is the latest
thing. The Brooklyn Elevated Rall-
way Company is seriously contemplat-
ing a plan to build a. cycle roadway on
top of the “1.." structure. The matter
will be considered at the next meeting
of the board of directors.
What a difference it makes whether
a. girl’s nose is freckled from riding a
bicycle, or picking cherries and hang-
ing out clothes in the sun, and yet they
are all one style of freckle.‘——-Dansville
Breeze.
One of the best methods known for
keeping bright the nickle work about a
bicycle is to wot a. rag with a solution
of hyposulphite of soda and wipe the
article with it, drying with a soft
towel, and afterward rubbing with a.
piece of chamois skin.
“I should think, professor, that you
would be too absent-minded to ride a
wheel."
“Oh. Well, when I become absent.
minded I don’t stay on the wheel.”
BEYOND HER.
“M1101" are-you going. my pretty maid?“
"0h. ask me not!" she grasping cried.
She could not tell. for the pretty maid
Was just beginning to.learn to ride
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