Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1891-08-07

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All that had long been changed, but
this particular night seemed to repeat
the experiences of old. Old Hundreds
toilet was accomplished with blunder
ing slowness. And why does the odol
of liniments follow the fiery lover from
his room? And why does he groan as
he bends to reach the gate latch? And
what has become of his brisk, swing
ing gait up the board walk? And why
does not B. c. receive him, smiling, a.
the door? Why does she remain in thai
thick-padded armchair and stretch her
hand out to him so slowly? And what
is the use of using cologne where arnica
has been?
miss Bennett" said Old Hundred
after few wandering remarks-the al
ways Missed her)-''didn'6 1 notice {
bicycle standing in the hallway?"
why, Mr.. Simmons! Didn't you
know that could ride?" asked B. G..
with radiant smile.
as it possible! Why, we must have
ride together!" cried the astonisheC
tailor.
Together, Mr.. Simmons! Can YOU
ride, too?" inquired b. c., with rea
amazement.
"Of course l can! That is-um-er-
in fact, I'm learning. And I'm getting
on well, excellently well, Mr.. Spoke
tire says, for man of my-er-I SHOULD
say, excellently well. But how did yol
learn so soonP" Old Hundred asked, ad
miringly.
"Well, l can't say that am through
with my apprenticeship yet" confesse'
B. c., with a charming old blush; ''bu
Mr.. Spoketire says he hardly has t.
hold the machine at all, and he think
I'm doing better than most girls do VIII
are many years youn-that is, that In
doing very well. / need to be helpe
into the saddle"
$50 do l." admitted the tailor, hon
estly.
But once in, l have absolutely n
trouble, provided the road is smoot,
and level and Mr.. Spoketire just keep
his hands on the machine to kind O
steady me, you know"
81 still find it rather difficult tas
to without letting the whee
fall, that is, Miss Bennett"
"Why, do you? The last time M,
| Spoketire helped me out he said | wa
as graceful as young girl. Mr.. Spoke
tire is so nice"
miss Bennett, we must go out tc
gether next week, and as soon as posi-
BILE! Or rather-about Saturday, eh
Well both be In better trim by ther
you know"
without Mr.. Spoketire, Mr.. Sin
mons?"
"Of course. What do we want wit
that contemplate little dandy?"
B. c. smiled happily at the tailor
manifest jealousy, yet smiled rattle
uneasily and fearfully. However, sh
agreed, with many misgiving, and tn
next Saturday afternoon was fixed fc
the adventure.
Many a time during the followin
week Old Hundred and b. C. regrette
their precipitancy. But b. G. was clea
grit, if she was approaching that awfr
fortieth birthday, and the little tailo
had been reused by the Spoketire hint
to somewhat of the ardor lover Shout
have.
Acareful observer might have notice
that the daily walks from the pos
Office were far more deliberate an
loverlike than usual but only Spoketir
and the arnica bottle guessing the tru
cause. Oh, how they both wished thu
their machines would break before tn
fateful afternoon! But they were nor
of your cast iron "best-in-the-wo
and Spoketire was only too jealous
his watchfulness, so that the bicycle
really received less damage than the
awkward riders.
Saturday dawned perversely fail
with roads outrageously perfect, an
the afternoon saw our hero andheroir
trundling their wheels through til
village out to the Middleton roa,
"We'll not ride through town." eac
eagerly agreed, because people migl
laugh, )" which was very true
The Middleton road was an excellel
stretch for the purpose, in prime CO..
dition, and little frequented o.
Hundred and B. C. walked out of sigl
of the village, chatting gayly, avoidir
all mention of the wheel At length
became impossible to deny that Il
right spot had been reached, and wit
set faces they placed their bicycles
position.
You must help me on, you know,
said B. G. with a rather pale face, b
brave withal; "Mr. Spoketire thinks
is still necessary"
"0h, yes! Why to be surew stu
tered the little tailor, looking awl
J wardly around for something to les
his bicycle against, and at last layiI
il down clumsily in the middle of Il
road.
h. C. sprang into the saddle with q
elephantine feint of girlish sprigh
illness, and the poor tailor's wes
, muscles were unable to prevent mo
portentous swaying of the wheel.
mercy on u.s. shrieked b. {
Don't let me take a header before
start! and oh, Mr.. simmons, ! shall