Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1896-12-23
BRAVE AND UNGALLANT.
A Washington Hero Who is Brave, But
Who Will Learn.

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A Young fellow of 16 to II stood at
the corner of Pennsylvania Avenue
and Nineteenth Street the other morn
ing, when the air was feeling like it
would make cyclists turn traitor to
his country rather than miss a spin
and as a pretty girl-the prettiest of a
bunch of pretty ones-whizzed past
him with smile and o nod, he pulled
his cap at her, and instead of bowing
and smiling, he bowed and cussed
A minute or so later the young fell
low made rush for cable car as il it
were football, and when he landed
he landed in the lap of Star man.
Hello" exclaimed the Star man,
where's your wheel? A man on a
street car morning like this is fit for
raisins, chewing gum and shawls."
The pretty girl gang had turned
about and were coming back.
"See that girl in the front row2" ask
ed the young fellow.
"Of course. I'd see her if didn t
see any of the Others"
The youngster shook his head.
THAT was my fix, too, yesterday
but I'm not so any more" he said.
Whats the rowY'
That's where my bicycle is.
Girl got i'll She can t ride it,
Nav, jacky yap. She consumed it
yesterday"
The young fellow was becoming un-
intelligible, and the reporter began
back pedaling till he slowed him down.
"Well. I'll tell you about it" he
said, shaking his fist at the disappear.
ing maiden. II had just got new
wheel, and it was beauty, and me
and the girl went out to the country
near Kensington to see some kin people
of hers. She had an old second hand
wheel that wasn't worth dollar, but
she rode it like it was a 5000 trap.
There was a fine bit of smooth road
leading up in curve to the house, and
we went up that like a pair of royal
nibs, and created sensation. Later
in the day | was sitting up in front'of
the house, and pretty soon l heard
scream down the big road, and 10 and
behold you, there was the girl, with
the red skirt she wore, making fine
target for big brindle bull, and he
was coming head down. like he was in
the old ring in Maprid.
II didn't know anything to do, not
having Gatling gun or one of those
big 10 inchers, except to jump on my
wheel and go down to meet the girl,
which did just in time, for she was
so bad scared she couldn't do much. l
suppose the bull was a hundred yards
behind her, and | sailed to attract his
attention. But his mind was on that
red, and he wouldn't change his course,
so saw that I'd have to try to stop
him with my wheel or tell the girl good
by and 90 to town for horse.
$50 | got good hold of it, and as
the bull swept by l showed the wheel
at him any old way, for WASH u any
bull fighter or toreador, or that kind.
was lucky, though, or the girl was,
for the bulls horns caught in the
spokes of the hind wheel, and it tripped
Mr.. b., sending him forward on his
head and getting him so tangled up in
the spokes, chains and handle bars,
that when he did finally get on his feet
the girl was in safe place, and so was
l, and the bull looked like he had been
out all night in cyclone with q
barbed wire fence"
Here the young fellow stopped and
sighed profoundly.
That was my nice new bicycle, nhe
concluded, like wall, land the darn
girl never shed tear when she rode
back to town with another fellow, and
l came in alone on an electric car.
You bet the next time but the re-
porter absolutely refused to record
what he said. Washington Star.