The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1895-07-25
LOVE ON THE WHEEL.
Bikfng Romance, By Anne War
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''Tben you wish me never to re-
furn?'
Never" she answered, with an eff
fort that cost her much. There was
now no doubt in her mind that she
loved him. If she had ever question
ed 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 woman of spirit and
would not be dictated to, and when
he said she must not ride bicycle,
her woma nhood rebelled. Love will
sacrifice much, but not all. The du-
ties Of fiancee she was happy to
meet and to perform; the responsible
tiles 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 rot!' she cried springing from
his arms, in which she had for the
moment nestled.
THAT'S what I said" said he, petu-
lantly. 1T will make you round-shoul-
dered."
She eyed him angrily for moment
'Round-shOuldered! she cried. ooh,
you men, you men! Had 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
laundry stove, you would have permit
ted it; but because I choose to acquire
a humpback riding a wheel for pleas
ure, you use that word-that wicked
word must to me, who have loved you.
declined to dance and drive with 9th
George"
"Well, I mean it," said he calmly.
|'Choose between us-me or the bicyc-
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.
II do not care for bicycling" she
said, "but I can have no nOts in my
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 modify
down the road which one short IRur
before he had travelled with so light
q heart.
"Heigho!' he said. Cali my life
shattered in moment If she but
knew how I loved her-if she coul6
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
I could not, since, try as I will, cal
not myself ride wheel, it is beyond
me, and yet have not dared confes:
to her that I have tried to learn ani
can not. In his wife's eyes a maj
should be hero capable Of all things
Surprising I had told her Of the les
sons l have taken in secret at tn
academy, of the dents my head ha
made in the hardwood floor, of the at
PENDANTS I have run over and cripple,
and the wheels have sha tered, unit
the manager of the place has told m
even as has she-never to return
1t would have lowered me in her es
TEEN. can not, can not tell her, an
'shatter her respect for her forme
fiancee."
AS he spoke, he reached his ow
front door and was about to entel
when his heart grew too full. II ca
not go in yet" he said. II will q
least walk back and gaze upon th
light in her window" .
Prey to melancholy the unhapp
man fulfilled his destiny. Back h
walked gloomily Illuminating over til
future, now so black. Deep in hi
thoughts, he did not notice where h
was going; he did not notice that h
had passed Parthenia's house; he di
not observe that he was ascendin
Coasters Hill, half-mile beyond;
did not even her rumbling noise
the distance which would have taugl
him caution. Alas! thoughtless mo
tai; and yet how happily all transpire
There came a crash, a thud, moa
George Washburne lay unconsciol
in the road. Nh
Parthenia Hicksworthy stood, ha
ing landed on her feet, ten yards di
OH. tant.
Pressing the PROSTATE man into Il
earth were the shattered remains