Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-08-21
BICYCLE EXERCISE.


"Now, my DEAR said Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke, hurrying up TO his wife's room, eff
you'll come down in the yard, I've got
pleasant surprise for your"
"What is it?" asked Mrs. Spoopendyke;
"what have you got-a horse?"
"Guess again." grinned Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke; Sits something like horse.''
~ know! It's new parlor carpet;
that's what it isl''
"No, it isn't, either. 1 said it was
something like horse, that is, it goes
when you make it. Guess again.
els it paint for the kitchen walls?''
asked Mrs. Spoopendyke, innocently.
"No, 1t amt; and it amt hogshead
of stove backing, nor it amt set of
dining-room furniture, nor it amt seven
gross of stationary wash-tubs. Now
guess again"
"Then it must be some lace curtains
for the sitting-room windows Isn't that
just splendid!'' and Mrs Spoopendyke
patted her husband On both cheeks, and
danced up and down with delight.
cts bicycle-that's what it is!''
growled Mr.. Spoopendyke II bought
II for exercise, and Pm going to ride it.
Come down and see me-"
"Well' amt glad!" calculated Mrs.
Spoopendyke. "You ought to have more
exercise, and if there's exercise in any,
thing, it's in bicycle. Do let's see it.''
MIR. Spoopendyke conducted his wife
to the yard, and discanted at length on
the merits of the machine.
SIN few weeks I'll be able to make a
mile IN minute" he said, as he steadied
the apparatus against the clothes-post.
and prepared to mount. CHOW YOU
watch me go to the end of the PATH
He got a foot into one treadle, and
went head first into flower patch, the
machine on top, with prodigious
crash.
Hadn't you better tie it up to the post
until you get on?'' suggested Mrs.
Spoopendyke.
"Leave me alone, will yer" demanded
Mr. Spoopendyke, struggling to an even
keel. 's1'm doing most o. this myself.
Now you hold on, and keep your mouth
shut. 1t takes little practice, that's
all"
Mr.: Spoopendyke mounted again, and
scuttled along four or five feet, and then
Topped over on the grass-plat.
''That's splendidl' commended his
wife. you've got the idea already.
Let me hold it for you this time.''
III you've got any extra strength, you
hold your tongue, will yea' growled MIR.
Spoopendyke. sit don't want any hold
ing. 1t amt alive. Stand back and give
me room, now"
The third trial Mr.. Spoopendyke
ambled to the end of the path, and went
down all in heap among the flower
pots.
"That's just too lovely for any thlng:'
proclaimed Mrs. Spoopendyke "You
made more mile minute that time"
"Come and take it OFF, roared Mrs.
Spoependyke. ''Help me up! DodI gat
the bicycle!" said the worthy gentleman
struggling and plunging around like
whale in shallow water
Mrs. Spoopendyke assisted in righting
him, and brushed him off.
81 know where you make your mis-
take" said she. s'The little wheel
ought to go first, like buggy. Try it
that way going back
"Maybe you can ride this bicycle better
than l CAM howled Mr.. Spoopendyke.
''You know all about wheels! What you
need now is a lantern in your mouth, and
ten minutes behind time, to be the CITY
Hall clock! If you had bucket of
water, and handle, you'd make steam
grindstone! Don't YOU see the big wheel
has got to go first?''
endyke; "but l thought if you practised
vyif no
wouldn't have SO far to fall
"Who fel!G' demanded Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke. "Didnt you see me step off? 1
tripped; that's all. Now you just watch
me go back"
Once more Mr. Spoopendyke started in,
but the big wheel turned around and
looked him in the face, and then began
to stagger.
s'Look outl'' squealed Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke.
Mr. Spoopendyke wrenched away, and
kicked and struggled, but it was of no
avail. Down he came, and the bicycle
was hopeless wreck.
'.What'd ye want to yell fori" he
shrieked. Couldn't We keep your
measly mouth shut? What dye think
y'are anyhow fog -horni bod CAST the
measly bicycle!'' and Mr.. Spoopendyke
hit it kick that folded him up like a
bolt of muslin.
"Never mind, my DEAR" consoled Mrs.
Spoopendyke; "I'm afraid the exercise
was too violent, anyway, and Pm rather
glad you broke it."
ri s'pose So" snorted Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke. "There's sixty dollars gomez
"Don't worry, love. I'll go without
the carpet and curtains, and the paint
will do well enough in the kitchen. Let
me rub you with arnica.' sf
But Mr.. Spoopendyke was too deeply
grieved by his wife's conduct to accept
any Office at her hands, preferring to pun
ish her by letting his wounds smart
rather than to get we'll, and thereby re-
lieve her of any anxiety she brought on
herself by acting so outrageeusly under
the circumstances.
Disraeli was able to illustrate his ideas
in very telling way. Sometimes good
story or an effective metaphor is more po-
tential than the most solid of arguments
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