The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-09-12

do so, fool as the girl is, she will have
nothing more to say TO you"
The young man realized the force
OF this, and he walked along the path
silent, while old Scudamore cyclod
slowly along by his side. When they
were still some distance from the gate
that led into the main road Sherwin
made a sudden dash into the bushes,
and drew forth n cycle which was con-
cealed there. The old man, thinking
the dash was made TO escape him,
jumped from his machine, and so the
young fellow got perceptible advan-
tage in the race. He pushed the cycle
before him TO the path and sprang
on It.
"Now, old Scud," he shouted,
'lcts see who reaches the highway
Crst?"
Although Scudam ore was not old,
his powers on the bicycle were moth.
ing to those of the cashier The
young man reached the gate long
way ahead of him, and when Scuda-
more passed into the high road his
speedy opponent was no where to be
seen. Old Scudamore knew the young
man must have taken the road to the
village, for the other way led directly
to his own Lousc, and it was not likely
the cashier would have taken that di-
rection. The truth was, however,
that Shcrwin had not gone out into
the main road at all. but had con-
cealed himself behind the portcr's
lodge. Tho porter, being under no.
ticc of dismissal, was reckless. He
hated old Scud and was friendly to
the lovers. The moment Scudamore
entered the high road young Sherwin
sprang on his bicycle and went like
lightning up the path again, until he
overlook the girl. lie quickly ex-
planned to her what had happened and
said:
"You see, my dear Edna, life for
YOU will he perfectly unbearable, now
that he has found il out. There is
nothing for us but to escape to the
Scottish border as quickly rs we can
and get married. We must go at once,
or rs your father said, there is no
chance of my ever seeing you again,
II we don't.
"But, persisted the girl, chow are
we 10 90? You can't take me on your
cycle, and | haven't one OF my own,
and couldn't ride if / had. If we
walk, father will surely ovort,ke IL,
and he will certainly inquire for me
the moment he gets home"
"I'il you what to do," said the
young man, who was person of re-
source. "You go to the house as
quickly as You can. I'll go back to
the porter's lodge. conceal my cycle,
and wait for you there. Orler out
the dog cart, and put what things you
urgently need in it. Have the fastest
horse in the stables harnessed to the
dog cart. Drive down to tn, lodge.
/ will join you there, and after that
we will chance it.
"Bnt,' said the girl, eve are sure
to meet father between the town and
6sle.
"Not if we turn down Durwood's
lane. ii We can get that far we are
all right. He will never think of look
ing in that direction. The great thing
is speed, so get down to the porter's
lodge as quickly as you can. You see,
nobody at the house suspects any
thing, and 1t will not be difficult, but
after to-day you will find you will be
kept close prisoner. 1t Is now or
never, Edna, if you care anything for
me"
Edna protested that she cared ev-
erything. The young man went back
to the porter's lodge. He concealed
his bicycle, and then waited with
much impotence for the girl. At last
the came, driving horse that was
celebrated for its speed. Young Sher-
win sprang up behind her.
"Lct me have the reins," he said.
"No, no, protested the girl, 'I'm
sure | can drive ever so much better
than you can. and besides, if we meet
father he cannot accuse me of steal
ing the horse, while it is just possible
he might make such n charge against
you, il we are caught"
They reached the turning and got
into the lane without being observed,
and so felt reasonably certain of sue
cess. But, alas they had counted
not on the uncertain ways of Old Scud.
He had cycled down into the town
and found nothing of the man he was
pursuing. He had learned, from
passers by, that no one had passed on
"A cycle for more than an hour. so he
made up his mind that the young man
would come by the lane, which,
though the longest way round, was
the safest from observation. Accord
ingly, old Scud, without waiting in
the town, cycled out through the
place to where the lane joined the
main road. He felt sure he would
meet his enemy there, and his predic-
tion was indeed verified, but in a way
he little imagined. He was looking
for cyclist, and so paid little atten-
ton to the traps he met.
"rhere is just one chance in mill
ion, said young Sherwin to Edna,
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