The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1894-10-05
THE pERILs OF COURTESY.
Slight Mistake and is Assaulted.
[From the Chicago Inter-Oceanl

An old gentleman got on a Wiscon-
sin Central train at Rockefeller, and
took a seat beside man with a face
as kindly as a picture of Peter Cooper.
These two men were strangers to each
other, but strong relationship lay be-
tween them-the affinity of honesty
and good humor. They talked of the
recent rains, and were sorry that they
had not fallen soon enough to save the
corn crop, still they were willing to
leave the crops and the whole scheme
Of life to providence. They talked
about politics, religion, and then told
stories and laughed until tears ran
down their cheeks
BY this time the train had reached
Desplaines and the man from Rookie
teller got off. And when the train
started the other old fellow discovered
that a valise had been left on the seat
just in front of him. He Sprang to his
feet, threw up the window, thrust his
head out, shouted to his friend, and
then, grading the valise, dropped it
from the window. And about two min
utes later a big fellow came along and
said:
ST am looking for a valise I left
here"
The benevolent man, in f1utter of
stammer: "I-I-threw it off the train
~
"You did, roared the big fellow, and
not waiting for an explanation, hauled
off and struck at the old gentleman
and skinned his knuckles against the
window.
The conductor ran forward and grab
bed the big fellow and held him until
the kind-hearted man explained the
mishap.
In this hurried life there is such a
| thing as being too obliging.
sHANIx's MARE OR WHEELS.
[From the Spectator
The man who sings the song of the
open road on horseback is not really
! free of the wandering borough. He
has but a limited franchise; is but half
citizen. Unless he is a careless or a
hardhearted man, he is ever wondering
whether his horse is not to tired to go
any further, whether the near foreleg
| is not puffy, whether the stable at
Long Warrington is not dirty and I'M
wholesome, whether the hostler did not
forget the corn or the water.
The cyclist, on the other hand, is
never worried by thinking whether his
horse had not done enough, or toe
much, already. If he is himself ready
/ to go on, there is nothing to prevent
him. AS long as the road has a smooth
part two feet. wide, that is enough
Bad roads are no worry to him if they
have only this small strip of good in
them, and that they usually have. II
! is true that the cyclist cannot leap a
| hedge, but those who are chiefly bent
on singing the song of the open road dc
not want to jump hedges. What they
want is to slide by the farms and the
| hedgerows, past the village green, its
pond. and white ratings, past the old
manor house and its elms, the church
and its clipped yew trees.
| How superior is the position of the
| touring cyclist to that of the man on a
walking touri Each carries a KNAPP
sack-the same but, oh, how different
The walker totters on, the straps con-
tinually working on his shoulders, long
ing. like Christian, to cast down his
burden. The cyclists kit is wrapped
| to the machine, and gives him neither
thought nor trouble. The addition to
the weight may make the same expen-
diture Of energy produce nine instead
of nine and half miles an hour, but
that is all.
See campaign offer, northwes
corner of page 8.