The Pascagoula democrat-star., 1894-08-03
SAVED I!
The Thrilling Rescue of Bicycle Girl Who
Hadn't Learned to ston.

Hadn't Learned to ston.
Chicago Herald.
The shades Of night were getting in
their work, aud the peace Of right
eous community was tlltcring through
the atmosphere. Brown and Jones
were enjoying their last cigars and
conversing on stocks there is nothing
frivolous or tlighty about Jones or
Brown.
Suddenly there was a swish Of femi-
nine skirts, skulry of bicycle, and
through the darkened air shrill
wall faltcred: "Oh, won't you please
help me ~ Then a bicycle at full tilt
sped across the street crossing, and
Brown and Jones stared at each other
aghast.
"O-o-ooh :" half cried the voice of
the disappearing rider.
What in thunder does she want
help about ?" gaspcd Jones.
"She wasn't tipping over" cried
Brown.
"IIer wheel was all right. !"
"No one was pursuing-"
"uelpn hoated back to the cross
ing. With one wild gush of alarm
: two cigars were flung to destruction
: and two reputable citizens were spin
A ming down Lake avenue. Never since
e their college days have Jones and
e Brown made running record like the
n one credited to that nights perform
/. ancc, with Il movable goal for an oh
n ject. One block, two blocks, two and
half, and then the fleeing wheel will
4 it's sobbing rider came in view.
6 With an extraordinary spurt Brow
J. and Jones caught up, grabbed til
I handle bars, and stopped the viii
n progress of the modern Flying Dutcl
I man.
<. "What--,' began Jones. How,
70 gaspcd Brown, who was stout and ut
.p pleasantly conscious of somethin
70 ridiculous in the whole proceeding.
i, "Oh," quaycred the feminine ride
10 who was not young and not fail
w "Oh, how can Lever thank you! Oh
r my goodness, what scare. l ca
so ride you know-just learned-Dut
nt can't turn round, and | can't noun
od and can't stop my wheel, and | W;
od getting further away from home eve
he minute and, oh, dear, what would
th have done if"
'or Jones coughed In her eXcitemel
20 the distressed lady was reposil
he. against his shirt front. 1t was a fre'
NJ. shirt front and her act disturbed hi
'Shall we get you started for home
49,, ouercd Brown, who always had pre-
~ ence of mind.
~, "Oh, if you would" said the d
80, tresscd lady, and then the two reput
ble citizens put her on her Whe
~ turned it around, pushed her half
'o' " block, and saw her disappear in t
~ darkness, leaving a trail of inartlC
Wv w late gasps, thanks, protests, and
,ii> CARNATIONS in her wake
w w Silence fell over Lake avenue. Bro'
e and Jones stuffed their handkerchi(
~, =, ., into their collars and looked at ca
" other meditatiyely. Suddenly Bro'
'ioI went into convulsons. He grabt
- Jones arm.
our "How," he suffered, chow | say
NY that fool woman going to stop wi
M Nv she does get home?"
~ Then they sat down on the Gu
stone to recover, and incidentally
calculate whether the woman "
hadn't learned how TO make the VIII
'ck- stop going would eventually reach
for North pole or be drowned in Ii
1--WE Superior.
n And vet Brown says scornIt
Tor when lie tells the adventure, -
and some misguided mortals claim t
urge women have sense enough to vote
gls- decide the fate of the natl
lSly Humph -
g of The way he says "lIumph' ma
llse the nearer wthcr right away-lf
the hearcr be woman.