The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1893-09-21

" MI t Jul
hill IL : bsd Of sand and hit s-raining,"
how hard IL was to find pinhole In .
rubber, tire by watching for the place
whore tho mean temperature 10 escaping.
| Az night ca,no on and the children had
70 separate and 30 their several ways to-
ward homo lgave up the idea Of repairs.
carefully conosAled tho. machine in q
swamp and rode homo on tho running
,gan< OF farmers wagon, on which !
sadly pinched myself several times.
which hurt me exceedingly. -.
Did you ever ride ON tho ''reach." or
the "bolster," or the ''hounds" of lum-
Der wagon seven or eight miles in the
noontide heat with your feet hanging
down and gouging large holes In the
road? It Is equal to a straw ride among
asylum acqusintances. =
Referring to rides and vehicles, am
reminded Of the chariot race in Ben
Hur." Everybody remembers his Won
derful picture and wishes that he had
been first to write it. Every one calls to
mind the speech of Ben-Hur to his steeds
a. they few around the course. how he
kept his temper even when MESSIAH gave
the Jews beautiful horses cut as he
passed them, with his Down, Eros! Up,
Mars" But when the moment, the su-
preme moment, arrived, Ben-Hur, when
all else was silent, addressed his horses:
ION, Atari! On, Rigel! What, An
tares, dost thou linger now, good horse?
Ohio, Aldebaran! hear them singing in
the tents. l hear the children singing
and the women sing of the stars, of Affair,
Antares, Rigel. Aldebaran. Victory, and
the song will never end. Well done!
Home tomorrow under the black tent
home. On, Antares! The tribe is wait.
ing for us, and the master is waiting!
IT'S done! IT'S done! Ha, ha! Steady.
The work is done. Soho. Steady"
Rev. Myron W. Reed and James Whit.
comb Riley one afternoon about the
time of the publication of "Ben-Hur'
went out to dine with George Hit of The
Journal at Indianapolis and came home
in the evening full of "Ben-Hur" They
took a surface car drawn by pair Of
moth eaten mules. It was quite a ride
from Hits chateau to the Dennison
House, and so, as the car was unoccupied
except by two colored ladies named
Trask, who lived across the track-Eloise
and Pearl Trask~they talked freely
Shortly after these two gentlemen got
on the car stopped, and the driver went
back to set switch or recover his whip,
but soon it moved on in the darkness,
gaining speed as the grade seemed gently
descending, till directly the Misses Trask
began to giggle and look sort Of appre-
hensively toward the front Of the car.
Mr.. Reed looked, too, and discovered that
there was no driver. Moreover, the
mules were running away.
The pastor made about two strides of
eight feet each and found himself at the
dashboard Of the car, the lines dragging
along the track and the driver mile
back looking for his whip.
The Misses Trask screamed as the car
now and then returned to the track with
a cruel shock, and Mr.. Riley, extending
his head through ventilator at the top
Of the car, exclaimed Help! help" twice
in rapid succession.
Mr.. Reed, holding his hat on with one
hand, reached twice for the lines beneath
the car, and twice the off mule most
put the pastors eye out with it's impress
sionist TAIL At last Mr.. Reed succeeded,
and scorning the brake he slapped the
nigh mule across the person with the
lines, and waving his broad hat in the air
he cried:
ION, Atari! On, Rigel! What. An
tares, dost thou linger now, good mule?
Ohio, Aldebaran l hear them singing in |
the tents. hear the children singing
and the women singing Of the stars. Of ,
Atari, Antares, Rigel, Aldebaran, VIC
tory, and the song will never end"
AS the car passed the corner near
where The Journal Office was Mr.. Riley
again extended his head through new
place in the roof which he had made
with his silk hat and calculated hur-
riedly: "Help Help! Help! Will no one
derail the car and save us?'
But his cry was drowned by the roar
of the car and the remarks Of Mr.. Reed
as he slapped the off mule with his
SLOUGH hat and exclaimed:
"Well done! Home tomorrow under
the black tent-home! On, Antares!
On, Aldebaran!'
It was grand sight.