The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1895-08-31
LOVE ON THE WHEEL,
"a blklnE Romance, BY Anne War
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turn?'
Never she answered, with an eff
fort that cost her much. There was
now no Ioubt in her mind that she
loved hi D.. If she had ever question
sed the fact in those hours of solitude
when she subjected her heart to the
severe scrutiny of her reason, now in
the cold moment Of parting she did
not doubt. He was going to leave her
forever True, he was going at her
bidding, but how could it be other
wise? She was a woman of spirit and
would not be dictated to, and when
he said she must not ride a bicycle,
LEY Woma nhood rebelled. Love will
sacrifice much, but not all. The du-
ties of a fancee she was happy to
meet and to perform; the responsible
tties of wifehood, soon to be assumed,
she was ready to assume; but how
long can love last when it yields itself
up slave to tyranny? Not long, in
very truth.
You must not ride a BICYCLE he
had said
Must notr' she cried springing from
his arms, IN which she had for the
moment nestled
"That's what I said," said he, petu-
iantly. 1T will make you 1nd-shoul-
,dered''
She eyed him angrily for moment.
"Round-shouldered!' she cried. ooh,
you men, you men! Had I married you
and grown round-shouldered making
my own dresses, you would not have
murmured. Had we gone hand in
hand into poverty and my shoulders
grown round from bending over a
laundry stove, you would have permit
ted it; but because choose to acquire
humpback riding wheel for pleas
nre. you use that word-that wicked
word must to me, who have loved you,
declined to dance and drive with 9TH
ers for you-oh, George, George,
George!'
''Well, mean it," said he, calmly.
'SChoose between us-me or the bicvc-
le-which is it to be?"
she made no answer but walking to
the porch, rang the bell of her Wheel
1t was his answer, and he realized it.
Il do not care for bicycling" she
said, "but l can have no nots in nv
life. Leave me-"
He walked out into the night, and
Parthenia, throwing herself Imply
upon her wheel, pedaled weepingly in
the other direction, forgetting to light
her lamp.
George Washburne walked moodily
down the road which one short ]sur
before he had travelled with so light
a heart
E'Heigho!' he said. "All my life
shattered in moment If she but
knew how I loved her-if she could
only have guessed my motive in speak
ing as. I did-that I wished always
to be at her side, and that if she rode
could not, since, try as I will, I can
not myself ride wheel, it is beyond
me, and yet I have not dared confess
to her that have tried to learn and
can not. In his wife's eyes a man
should be hero capable of all things.
Surprising I had told her of the les
sons I have taken in secret at the
academy, of the dents my head has
made in the hardwood floor, Of the at
PENDANTS have run over and crippled
and the wheels I have battered, until
the manager of the place has told me
even as has she-never to return.
1t would have lowered me in her es-
TEEN. can not, can not tell her, and
q shatter her respect for her former
fiancee."
AS he spoke, he reached his own
front door and was about to enter,
when his heart grew too full. 81 can
not go in YETI he said. II will at
least walk back and gaze upon the
light In her window"
= Prey to melancholy the unhappy
man fulfilled his destiny. Back he
walked, gloomily Illuminating over the
future, now so black. Deep in his
thoughts, he did not notice where he
was going; he did not notice that he
had passed Parthenia's house; he did
( not observe that he was ascending
Coasters Hill, a half-mile beyond: he
did not even her rumbling noise In
the distance which would have taught
him caution. Alas! thoughtless NOR
tal, and yet how happily all transpired!
There came a crash, a thud, a moan
George Washburne lay unconscious
in the road. rs.%,
Parthenia Hicksworthy stood. hay-
ing landed on her feet, ten yards dis
tant
Pressing the PROSTATE man into the
8 earth were the shattered repains Of