Daily Yellowstone journal., 1886-09-09
WILL JACKSON'S RIDE,

mittance through the many windows OF
the "Devon Inn,p near Philadelphia, and
fits advent was stoutly resisted by the light
and life OF Devon's stately interior. when
the eight members of the Tavern Takers
and their single guest drew their chair
round the altar Of confabulation in theh
sanctum of the said inn.
"Why, gentlemen, we are forgetting our
new programme. Neckar, where's your
story
"Trne, said the president. "Mr. Neckar,
your s. ory. please; and / would take the
liberty to II .Gest that it be a cycling onn,
for the leneht of Mr. s.. Mr. s..
we mist enlist you in the brotherhood ii
the 'uAsel.'"
Mr. S., the visitor, bowed, while our
re- 'rt~! lrt nj NecEar lay back in D Is
eha;I. .uoScd at the president inquiringly
Tor IlunIent, and tuen commenced
LIZ .Ii men, 1 am yictimized, am II
We. 80 tie it. Some Of you, doubtless,
hni caet OF VIII Jackson's ride with a
r., .n.. tst.a out west; most Of you, how
ever. 81 ave not Mr.. s. know has not;
81, AZ your permission, we will have It,"
~,iu Ghean, Ninon,n was the general
CHI a.. the pr .sident. with an almost inn
Ieic pt.ble wink at the story teller, add
ing,
"oh, yes, I remember the Incidents
capital one.'
swell, gentlemen, you must know that
some short time ago a friend OF mine,
Mr.. jackson. known also to some Of you
perhaps, went west on business trip,
taking his bicycle with him, and out there,
you know, Mr.. s., a bicycle is great
rarity. In fact, in many places where
Mr.. jackson sojourned. the people didn't
know what to make of the machine, and
the most extravagant surmises were in.
obliged In by them as to its properties, etc.
The continual questioning relative to the
matter was annoying, and he was wishing
for something out of the common 10 turn
mp fully to proclaim the properties and
powers of the machine, when fortune
kindly threw in his way the opportunity
which he wished for Just as he was CIV
ing up all hope Of such an opportunity
cropping up, the des red loop-hole through
which he might squeeze something to
astonish che natives, laid itself so to speak
at his feet, through the agency of what
ofwhom do you think, Why, OF an en-
Gineer on one OF the locomotives of the NJ.
4 NJ. railway.
@Mr. Jackson happened to be at Tyres
burg. In Missouri, and, as usual, much
interest was taken there among the peo-
pie in his bicycle In this place the pre-
vailing sentiment was that of ridicule for
both the machine and its rider, and the
remarks OF the engineer whom j have be
fore referred to were so offensive that
jackson got quite rolled, in fact, that on
the engineer making some remark more
than usually strong, he there and then Of
fered TO race him, the said engineer, to
Stokleyville, fifty miles down the road.
The engineer was to take cattle train Of
fifty cars over that section of the road on
the afternoon of the day on which the bet
was made, and jackson agreed to have
out his bicycle and race him. Now.
all along from Lyresburg to Stok-
leyville a cinder-path runs by the rail-
road, so that Jackson's proposed attempt
to beat the train does not appear SO wild
venture as you might at first suppose it TO
be. The appointed hour came, and the
whole town turned out to see the train
and the bicycler start, and telegram was
sent on TO Stokleyville for all the people
there to turn out also and witness the
termination of the novel race. Well. the
moment for starting arrived, the whistle
sounded, the train moved, and jackson
was just about to mount when suddenly
he flung his machine into the hands OF
the telegraph clerk, who formed one Of the
gaping crowd, and saying, BY gosh, I've
left my saddle bag In the officep he
rushed into the operators sanctum, fol-
lowed by cries of Look sharpr Make
haste etc. He wasn't gone any time be-
fore he returned, carrying the saddle-bag,
which he flung on TO the handles OF his
machine. aud in half a second he was
clo.iag up on the last car OF the train,
which wa, alreldy well under way. Now,
the e. .iae outside the telegraph office, Of
course, c'iIld not very well be aware OF
the fie. nat jackson understood teleg-
aphy. Luc were they aware that the oper-
atur at >tuklcyville was bosom friend Of
hi. I cf lowing message, received by
the StOSie, vile operator while the Tyres
burr rp,i q, ,oa were engaged in watch
ing tie START Of the race. would have
opened Wihr some already wide-open
eyes and Xplained clearly why jackson
came to leave b. .addle-bag in the opera
tor's flic,:
"Lyresburg.
"'DAEIING BILL-Grease the railroad
two miles this of Stokleyville. See you
later. "WILL JACKSON
~1ne above was the telegram which
caused Bill stones eyes 20 open also to q
considerable extent as he perused the Gu
vious document in his Office at Stokley-
lille. Bill bore the reputation of never
allowing friend to get left, as he termed
1t, so there was something peculiarly sug-
gestive in the deliberate manner In which
he folded up the dispatch and then took
an hour and a halfs leave of from work.
-Well, the train got the start Of Jack
son, but before IL gained any speed. he
had pulled up beside the last one OF the
fifty cars, where he determined to stick as
long as possible. Now, the engineer was
as fully persuaded that the bicycler would
Qiye up after five miles as he was of the
TACT that IL he went much faster than
twenty miles an hour along at least thirty
miles of the road before him he would run
a good chance of wrecking the train So
he put on fifteen mile-an-hour pace, and
sent the fireman back 10 tell the 'veloci.
pider' to wake up Now, Mr.. -, you
know that fifteen miles an hour is moth.
ing to bicycler, so jackson fe.'
pretty good when he found the
engineer so accommodating; but tt
the injunction Of the fireman to wake
up,' he answered by inquiring II the en-
gineer was asleep' The fireman wen
forward to the engine and told the engin