The Washington times., 1894-11-18
WOMAN AND HER NOES.

Two very pretty and fashionable young
women set out from Montclair TO Bloomfield,
n. j., one day last week On foot, and, as they
were going to a luncheon, had on most '-fetch-
ing toilets The road was hot and dusty and
after little young woman's Louis Quinzs
heel and PieeadiIly toe began to give her
bother, so that the walk ahead grew to as
sumo fairly insurmountabIe proportions. Just
as she limped and hobbled at her worst along
came great high wagon with wide drivers
seat over the top.
The whistling drivers cherry consent to
their request for a ride solved their difficulty.
He chuckled bit as be handed them up be-
side him, but he was mighty genial about IL
and they felt no other sensation than that Of
relief. with an idea that they were perhaps
cOnsp.cuously high.
As they rode along everybody stared at
them. Some folk actually stopped by the
roadside and shielded their ewes with their
rural palms to watch the young women BY
and by the gazing grew embarrassing and as
they neared the town they felt that surely
something strange must be the matter with
either one beyond the fact Of being a modish
young woman taking a free ride up where
women are not wont to climb
They pulled down their skirts and drew in
their feet. adjusted their hats. assured eacn
thing else that nervous young women may
do. As they entered the town, things as
sumed awful proportions. Everybody stood
and stared. Shopkeepers ran to their doors,
heads were thrust out of windows, there was
whispering and pointing and following until
the young women in grim agony held down
their parasois and felt creeping upon them
an ineipient paralysis which would prevent
their ever being able to step down from this
dreadful pinnacle.
At last the driver began 10 see II.
Guess he said, ''thev think it sort o.
queer me earryin' a load like this. Never
seen one like II afOre on this wagon, surs
'noIgh. but they don't need to be such durn
idiots maxim such fuss about it. It's only
the prison wagon"
And straightin in the face Of the crowd those
young women stepped down. A few feet
more and they might have been landed in
front of the prison and they would show the
public, whatever IT cost. that they were com
pletely free women. But they were shaken
women, and never will they take a free ride
again without an advance account Of the na-
ture of the wagon.
SHE had TO WALK TIN MILES.
'fWhat was the most uncomfortable quarter
of an hour ever spent in ny Ife2" said
dainty bit of feminiuity. wearing bifurcated
skirt, TO her companion as they sped together
up the boulevard the other afternoon on
bicycle built for two.
She was replying 70 a question OF her es-
cort, and was evidently in a profound study,
trying really to select from the various IN
/ pleasant episodes with which she mad been
confronted in her eighteen years experiences
one which outtODed all the Others
Rallying suddenly, and with her fingers
elutehing more tightly the guiding bar Of
her bike. as her cheeks Redeemed slightly
at the recollection, she said: II am sure thai
there was never but one instance in NY life
when desire TO do murder filed nv heart
That surely was a quarter of an hour 70 be
remembered above all others.
1T happened lest summer while was
visiting friends near Concord. Y. II. Through
out ali that country the roads are IN bad con
dition, and the hills are something awful.
Eight miles there would De equivalent 70 six
teen on this boulevard
well, one day when was ten miles from
home and had just pushed my wheel up Di-
mOnds hill. the highest Of all the hills around,
and was anticipating long twO-miIe down
grade sweep on the other side. a man stepped
out from a elump Of bushes at the roadside
He was unshaven and hOrrid looking SO
when he rushed Up 10 me and seized nv ma
chine roughly, as 1 was in the very act OF
mounting, nearly tainted
'''Don't fear, pretty one. he said in a husky
voice. fraught with the OdOr of liquor. I
won't hurt you. All want 70 do is TO bo--
row your bike I N something of a rider
myself. With that he took my machine and
mounting with all the skill Of exrert he rode
oil, leaving me 70 walk those dreadful ten
miles home.
Il never saw my machine again. OF course
he was q tramp. and I've never seen one since
without wishing 1 had something more dan
gerous about me than hat pin"
RELEASED HER IMPRISONED FOOT.
A woman crossing a network of railroad
tracks in Long Island City not long ago
stepped on frog, which was unlocked. and
pinioned her foot securely. There was posi-
bly, no danger from an approaching train. for
there were many men about, but her position
was not comfortable.
Her cries attracted assistance to her side.
and the groups Of men began suggesting frsi
one thing then another to release the foot.
Give sudden jerk, suggested one. slide
your foot forward, said another. TIE woman
tried. but could not move her foot.
NO. that won't do" cried third sect
crowbar; get anything. We've got to pry it
out At this the woman became hysterical,
and the men all grew nervous. Several ran
up the track and several down TO signal any
approaching train.
just then, when the excitement was high,
a railroad employe crossed the track, swing
ing tin dinner pail.
Whats the matter?' he asked one Of tha
crowd. The situation was explained to him.
Everything had been tried. his informant
said, and they were waiting for a crowbar
why don't you unlace the shoe he said,
and taking knife from his pocket he cut tina
laces. No one had thought of that. but the
remedy was effecCual. and in fifteen seconds
the hagf-fainting woman was able to pull hes
foot from the shoe and a slight effort then re-
leased the latter-New York Herald.