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

her, or be her laughing stock forese err.
Luckily, small boy just then came
sauntering by, to whom he gave ten
cents, with full directions, and was as
sisted off in much better shape than
poor B. G. had been.
"Oh! that were safe in my shop, sit
ting cross-legged on the table" thought
Old Hundred. "That bicycles had
never been invented! That Miss Ben
nett were not so fond of them! How
smart she is! Who would have thought
it at her age"
But just here rut upset the train Vt
his thoughts, and all but upset himself,
The small boy, left behind, was chuck
ling with delighted amusement. How
close the bitches seemed, and how fear
fully deep! The machine, to the tail
or's crazed apprehension, seemed in
sanely bent on plunging over the brink.
His arms were pulled almost out OF
their sockets. Precipitation blinded his
eyes. More and more wildly with each
rut swayed the crazy bicycle, and
whirled Old Hundreds dizzy brain. He
came to the brow of the little hill,
which seemed fearful declivity. Old
Hundred clinched his teeth and pushed
back hard on the pedals, throwing on
the brake with all his might. Just
then he struck loose stone, lost con-
troll of the wheel, and with closed eyes
ran directly toward the side, and up
set. The little tailor rolled over and
over down the hillside gully, and lay
on top of his wheel at the bottom.
Slowly Old Hundred rose, and found
to his intense relief that he had broken
no bones To his equally great relief
he discovered that he had broken the
bicycle. One pedal projected from the
crank at most astonishing angle.
A gay laugh rang out few yards
farther down the ditch, and 10! there
on it's bowldery side sat the stout-heart-
ed b. c.; at her feet her tricky wheel!
A happy light shone in her eyes.
my wheel is broken!" said she, point
ing to a handle-bar bent back some
forty degrees.
"And mine, too" said the smiling
tailor, showing the disaffected pedal.
isn't it too bad! I'm afraid we'll have
to go home"
With some toll they hoisted their BIZ
cycles to the road again, and set out for
the town, trundling them happily.
And then it was that the tailor spoke
these memorable words:
"Susy," says he. Miss Benefits
brave old heart knew what was ap-
preaching. "Susy, you see how very
unsteady these bicycles are separator"
Very" said b. c. trem blingly.
But suppose, Susy, one were to
take two bicycles like yours and mino
and put a couple of axles across, and a
box on top, with two seats and cover,
what would that be, Susy?"
"a family carriage" said B. c. look
ing downward with smile.
Yes, Susy, and it wouldn't tip over
but would run smoothly and safely,
and wouldn't it be nice, Susy?" and
Old Hundred tried to trundle with one
hand, that he might use the right arm
for another purpose, but it wouldn't
work Wouldn't it be much nicer,
Susy?"
Yes, Susy thought it would.
And so b. C. and Old Hundred walked
happily back to town along that
Middleton road, henceforth blessed to
them both, trundling the fateful bicy-
cles, which alone had heen equal to the
ending of that long courtship.
Near town, Spoketire whirled smart
ly up, and dismounted at sight of them.
Had accidents, l see. Too bad.
However, can soon straighten that
out"
"We have decided, Susy and l, Mr..
Spoketire," said the bold tailor, proud
ly, Ito sell our wheels, and we want
you to act as agent Well leave them
at your shop. You see, Mr.. Spoketire,
we have decided, Susy and I, to set up
family carriage. Anna R. Wells, in
Yankee Blade.