The record-union., 1896-05-24

pies of boarding school etiquette, and
looked back; ambitious artists peeped
down from their studio windows, "up
above the world so high" and down be-
low. from the $1,000 shop windows. the
milliners of the surnames and the crests,
looked out and murmured in Trilby-
esque accents, "Ah, mais oui, donneZ
moi un cheval, toujours," and then we
reached Fifty-ninth street and found
we could not go through the Park.
So we went through to Riverside and
thence up the Boulevard. Here we felt
more at ease. The cyclists who monop-
olize that thoroughfare showed a curl
osity that was nothing short of sympa-
thy with our apparatus. One smiled
broadly, as he whisked past us, in a way
that implied mutual membership in the
same progressive horse-hating set; and
two friends, with the bicycle bend, as
sured US in familiar way, as they
doffed their hats, that I'VE were the
people"
Then we reached Claremont; made as
pretty a stop as a coach and four;
stepped out, and walked leisurely up the
steps, leaving Jerry staring in wide
eyed wonder at the elephant before him
POWER.
Jerry knows everything about horses
that is worth knowing, and it has been
his lot to take care of some pretty spir-
tied ones, while their spirited owners
talked things over in Claremont.
During these later days, too, he has
deigned to stoop to the care of the
steelly bike, though with a very bad
grace and a very large tip. But Jerry
came to his Waterloo when he tried to
move our cart around to the stables.
He touched all the buttons in sight,
pounded the foot-brake on the bottom
Of the seat, touched the lever without
effect, and examined the neat little
carriage lantern, fashioned in the front;
hoping to find some hidden spring by
by which the thing might start Then
he looked for us, but we had slipped in
side the door to watch his dilemma.
Suddenly Jerry had a brilliant idea
Hi, there!" he shouted back to the
stables.
stocky young hostler with a red
face answered the call.
Get a hold there said Jerry, mo-
tioning toward the back.
The hostler took hold, and Jerry lifted
the back
"up!' shouted Jerry, with a grunt.
Ihe cart was actually lifted from the
ground and carried out of sight When
we stood on the steps again and called
tor our carriage, Jerry and the hostler;
pushed it up to the entrance like a
wheelbarrow, and Jerry's face assumed
the triumphal beam of a rainbow
The drive down Riverside was splen-
did. 1t was getting on toward dusk
and the air of the river was cool and
sweet. I steered all the way down. ex-
| cept when two miniature bicycle boys
Informed us that our thing was mo
good" and that they could beat US in
race. Then I released the lever in ia
Vor of the operator and devoted my at
te4tion to the small boys. AS they fell
behind one Of them shifted contemptu-
ously and cried:
"Hully, cat, Chimmie! What ails the
thing? Did yer smell that?''
The unpleasant odor of the explosive
plostye is one unfortunate feature Of
the new machine, though the manu-
facturers are at present busy on a
chemical process which will, they hope.
result in a non-Odorous fluid with which
to feed the cylinder. The noise, too,
is a very regretable feature.
! THE ENGINE NOT A NUISANCE.
Though span of horses make more
noise than the little engine beneath the
| seat, 1t is not an unpleasant noise; it is
one to which we have become accus-
| toned, and it is a human noise. There
| is too much Of art in the steady pound
! ing of the engine, and there is some
| thing missing in the ease with which
| the lever responds to our touch We
are accustomed to the tugging at the
reins and the snort of the beautiful
beast as the bit pulls on his mouth, and
we miss the strange, exultant thrill of
| delight that comes of conquering a
| brute that is mightier than ourselves
What will power what magnetism is
required to twist a lever backward and
! forward and what is there about the
| manipulation of a wooden stick to
quicken ones pulse or satisfy a craving
| for sport and pleasure?
| 1 resigned my post at the tiller and
! leaned back in the cushions. Man is
wonderful being, and his new motor
wagon is truly great. But there is
| One who is greater than man, and His
creations are inimitably superior.
The horse is a nObler animal than a
cell electric battery. Hart in
| New York Journal.
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