Connecticut western news., 1888-05-30
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 Fred"
 Four members of the Bicycle Tour ists' Club wero relating their adven- lures of the past season, and the one last addressed, tall, handsome athlete, laughed slightly as he knocked tho ashes from his cigar before reply1ng.
 "A droller adventure than mine, boys, nsver happened. There's the pa thetlc, the ludicrous, the tragic, the sentimental, all combined in this story of mine, and it's true, every word of it. It happened, let mo see, just six weeks ago today.
 'T went with Clark and Anderson, you know, up to Bethlehem; from there to the White Mountains; thon to Lancaster.
 'Now just before starting mother said 10 me, coaxingly:
 "If you go as far as Lancaster, don't forget that Janet Harding, the only cousin I have in the world, livos in the oext town
 ".All right Ireplied. Janet Hard ing lives in the next town to Lancaster. Pll remember
 "Janet Harding unmarried would have been bad enough, but with hus- band, two giddy girls, and an over grown boy of IT, could l stand it2 Mother thought I could, and mother rules our house.
 ''When we started on our bicycle trip to Dixville Notch I planned to sec the Hardings; bowl leisurely upto the door, introduce myself to Mrs. H., joke with the girls, and then proceed; but man proposes, etc.
 ''As luck would have it my bicycle broke down and had to leave it at the Falls, little village five miles from Lancaster for repairs. Clark and An derson went on without me to North 6tratford, wherc I was to meet them by train, and I proceeded on foot to the Harding farm, some two miles from the Falls.
 1.-The farm, smooth interval dotted with fields of ripening grain, and the large veran dahed house, and great roomy barns clustering about It, but not too near all bespoke plenty, com fort aud hospitality.
 Hospitality, did I say2 Well, shan take it back, although I foune the door locked and not living thing ia sigh except an old white hen. Mark the exception for that hen play: an important part in my adventure.
 q noticed her, and in particulal marked the proud, complacent step, tho conceited 'car-c she uttered, as she looked at me knowingly from the cor ner of her eye. Little did I thiuk-bu no matter. You will see by and by tn golden thread that binds all the point together.
 "Wel, here we were, the white hel ana l, but Janet liar ding was not, no the girls, nor tho boy, nor MT. Harding
 'T decided to go to the barn and Ii down on the hay, the new-mown hay and await thei. coming.
 ''For me to think, is to act. A fcv minutes later had climbed to the mo and ensconced myself under braco il the corner where the afternoon SUI glinted through long crack, makin slanting dust beams across my breast. "I made few verses as lay on tn fragrant hay, but didn't poetize long I fell asleep and I dreamed, and m dreams grew thicker and blacker an heavier until at last I dreamed tha Janet Harding and her whole famil were seated on my stomach, and oh, tn pressure! l groaned and walked my self up, but I wasn't much better o then, for Egyptian darkness reigne about me, except for the crack whel the light still sifted through. ssWhere was I? What was the matte E I couldn't think, the horrible pressu , was so maddcning. All about, around , above, was packed piles of oats, m shelled oats, you know, but oats bofo 5 they are thrcshed, on the stock, . whatever you call it. While 1 VI 8 ! asleep had been moved in, and that t all there was toit, except that couldn 7. move hand nor foot. Two or thr, loads must have been thrown on top @ me, trod down, and clinched, so l speak.
 t "Weu, tumbled around bit ar got my hands free and poked the gra