St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-08-26
SKETCHES ON HUMANITY IN IT'S
VARIOUS PHASES IN THE
CITY.
THE BRAKEMAN'S DEATH.
lie SAID. llsELL THE WIIESL,z1
AND SHE TOOK HIM AT HIS
WORD.
HOW WILLIE RODE THE BIKE.
What Goes tc Make the Big Round
World ToId a.. 1neporters OF
the DE=s.. vIobe.

the DG=s.. ~Iobe.
A story is told about a certain gen
tleman residing on st. Anthony NH
who had a weakness for spending
more time riding his bicycle than he
devoted to saying things to tickle the
vanity and please the fancy OF his
better half. The couple have not
been married century, and the
charming young wife soon became
tired of being left alone evenings.
Besides, she had her suspicious that
a portion of the time her liege lord
and master protested he was spend
ing in no worse company than that
of his innocent wheel he might be
deyoting to some sweetheart of real
flesh and blood. Who knew? And
even though he were not, what a
horrid thing it was for a woman to
realize that she was being forsaken
for such a rival-being cut out OF
her hubby's affections by a bicycle.
The more she thought about it the
more it troubled her, and long and an
mated We're some of the numerous
debates that took place between her
self and dearest" on the pros and
cons of the question.
well, I wish I could sell the
darned Wheel" he finally said one
evening when the subject had been
under a milder discussion than usu-
al Il know it is annoying to you
to have me spend so much time on it,
Kitten he continued tenderly, as if
apologizing for his conduct. But
then, you know, I do not want to
give. it away, and as long as [ have
it 1 cannot resist taking an OCCASION
al spin on it, though L am getting
rather tired of it,
This was only bluff, but it was
the bluff of a gambler who is not
aware that his opponent holds four
aces.
What would you sell it for, dear
est?" she asked half disinterestedly,
but in an apologize tone as though
she felt sorry for having pressed him
to the point of making so great a
sacrifice.
"Oh, most anything" he replied, as
though bent on getting rid of it now
if he had almost to give it away. He
was backing up his bluff-drawing
two cards, with Only a three-card
flush in his mitt, as it We're. 81 sup
pose there is not a man on earth
fool a,o,,orl, 70 ori1-a cog for ~ fbonc-l,
it cost me $125 a year ago." he added.
mo one wants a secondhand wheel.
You can't give it away"
That ended the conversation until
the shades of night the following
day began to remind hubby of his
usual evening spin. He got up and
went to find his wheel, but 10! it had
disappeared.
Have you seen my bicycle, kit
temp" he asked his fair one in his
kindest voice.
Il have, dearest" she replied,
gayly.
"Where is it,sweetheart?" he asked
tenderly.
81 sold it, dearest" she returned
with her sweetest smile.
You sold it?" he repeated, in as
constituent, his tone indicating that
he had half mind to get angry with
out waiting for further explanation.
''Heh-hah," she nodded. Didn't
you say last night you wanted to sell
it, dearest?" she continued, gaily, go
ing over in her most charming man
ner as if to sooth him by excusing
herself for her apparent error.
Yes, that's so,'' he replied, becom-
ing good-natured, "but-but-well,
1 didn't think you would find a pur-
get for it?'' he inquired, laughingly
though biting his lips. 'I'll bet you
almost gave it away
Just think she said, 81 got SIC
for it, while you said last night you
could not get S25.''
For heavens sake, what fool gave
you SIS for it?" he asked, half tickled
now at her apparent ability to drive
a bargain.
Why the fellow who sold me this
one for $780," she returned, with a
merry laugh as she trundled from an
adjoining room an elegant new
wheel built for one who does not
wear trousers.
Curtain.
A WHEELING WILLIE
Two negatives may make an affirm
ative, but a drunken man upon a bicy-
Gle is not an example of solidity. This
fact became manifest the other even
ing near the corner of Seventh and
jackson streets, opposite the Cricket
saloon. Two young men had ridden
down from 1.-The hill" Both were trv-
ing to ride back One would succeed
but the other hadn't realized the in
ebriating difference between a glass
OF pale ale at the Aberdeen and a
schooner of beer at the Cricket. His
name might have been Willie. If il
was, Willie placed one leg on either
side of his wheel and steadied him.
self. Then he put his left foot on the
stirrup, wavered a moment, and
lurched forward toward the saddle
The wheel escaped injury. Picking il
and himself up he exclaimed softly
Yer shtrange! YER str ordinary,
Gesh tires bushted. Lemme yours. ~
Taking his friends wheel he soon con-
trived even a more dislocating tumble
This time he did not arise With his
head resting on the recumbent cycle
he waved his hand reproachfully to-
ward his sober companion "Ar tur.'
said he, with dignity. "Ar'tur, faw
you were fren' of mine But l shet