Middletown transcript., 1895-01-26

| go0d-fellowsbip about him.
| That night Rose had funny dream
which showed she had the Sunda
Mercury on the brain, if it shove
nothing else. She thought she wa
going up baloon which had ribbol
streamers with the young man VIII
had bought the ribbons for compan
ion. They had carload of daily Mer
curys, which they threw out as tn
balloon passed swiftly over the head
of multitude of men, women ant
children, who reached up their hand
and scrambled to catch copies. Sh'
had her pad and pencil, and was writ
ing special article for the paper, re
cordiDg the trip, when all at once th'
balloon gave great lurch, and-hor
ror of horrors-she found herself fall
ing. She tried to catch the ribbor
streamers to save herself but could not
She went down, down, down straight
into the arms of big florid, good
natured fellow, where she felt secure
as in cradle. She could hear the
shout: whats the matter with the
balloon-girl?" and the response from
the deep lungs of the man who held
her. "She's all rightp'
"Something always happens when
dream of falling" Rose thought when
she woke.
Thanksgiving Day came, mild, cieaf
and lovely as November day can be
when it sets out to do its best for
pleasure seekers. Rose was to spend
the day with Gertrude who lived with
cherry little mother in cozy fiat not
far from Stuyvesant Square. They
were to make day of it. Each girl
owned a bicycle. Roses had been a
present from her bachelor uncle in
Iowa. AS she wheeled along the
streets that morning on her way to
Gertrude's she forgot her dream of
downfall III the joy of unconfned
motion.
s-Such day for the out Of town
trip" she said to Gel trude as she ran
up the stairs. made to order without
a doubt"
"It's just glorious, ,"Gertrude assent
ed with enthusiasm. "But our poor
folks must be first attended to. l
want to make some others happy who
are less fortunate than l, just to show
my gratitude for my nice position in
he Office of Ingle, Dingle & Co.
So Gerti ude's mother, who was
prime home couk, put up two big
lunch baskets full of food cold meats
pies, crullers, jelly roll, with fruit and
candy thrown in. Roses contribution
was package of papers and maga-
zines, which included some Sunday
Melcurys, because her fayorite Teddy
rimmins, the patient little hnnch-
oack, liked so much the fairy stories
in tie children's Corner.
The two Urls rode around and made
t.lelr dl>i ibution amid thanks and
-ulles and trars Of delight, and came
nome to the nice dinner awaiting them
III the snug dining-ioom, where the
nome mother presided.
"You look healthy and happy, and
I hope you are hungry" she said, as
they all sat down.
"We are hungry now," Rose laughed
"But We shall be ravenous after our
ride"
The two girls looked we'll in their
bicycle suits as they flashed along the
bulevard with its many gay turnouts,
They had each conquered the seeming
problem of becoming
dress. Many a masculine glance of
followed them as they
dashed along in jaunty short skirts,
shapely leggings and soft felt hats.
The sun was slanting when they got
beyond the urban district. The sky
was still cloudless. An Indian sum-
mer flush lay all around the horizon.
"Oh," said Roses as she shifted the
air. IL feel as if could go on forever
in this glorious atmosphere"
1.-THE planets must have some such
buoyant feeling as they swing around
the ether. Think of the mad
race this old earth is rnnning every
day over its encircled road. And it
always gets there"
"And so shall we, Gertrude shouted
back
They rode on and on, up hill and
down dale, in on abandonment of de-
light which made them oblivious of |
distance. They sped into cross roads
with once questioning where the roads
led. They ran race with a flowing
yurgling brock, and breathed deep Of |
If woody odors in the long stretches
If woodland.
All at once the sun seemed to drop |
DOWN behind hill suddenly, They |
around for the home run.
They came TO the cross roads they had |
passed lately. There was a quaint re d |
house there, and a gobbler with tne |
solitary turkey roamed discousolate f, + |
the loss of the harem. They bespoke |
q man with an armful of kindling |
wood, for they We're in doubt which |
road TO take. He gave them direc-
tions.
.'Are we far out of the city ?" Grace |
asked.
"Dark'll keI ch you long before you
come TO the bridge, ,"the man said with
a grin.
They stuck spurs to their steeds, and
shot along in the twilight. At the