The Van Buren press. [volume] (Van Buren, Ark.) 1859-1914, 1896-12-19
BRAVE AND uNGAllAN,
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Who VIII Learn.

a washington Hero Who Is Brave n.
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A young fellow of IS or II stooa
the corner of Pennsylvania ayenno so 80
Nineteenth street the other morniau
when the air was feeling like il wonsa
make cyclist turn traitor 10 his cow
try rather than miss a spin, and as F,
pretty girl-the prettiest of bunch =,
pretty ones-whizzed past him with
smile and nod, he pulled his can a.
her, and, instead of howing and smiling
he bowed and cussed.
minute or so later the young fellow,
made rush for a cable ear as ifitwe
a football, and when he landed he land,
ed in the lap of Star man.
"Hello!" exclaimed the Star man
where's your wheel? A man on !,
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 row?~
asked the young fellow.
"Of course. I'd see her if didn't sec
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 row?'
"That's where my bicycle is"
Girl got it? She can't ride it."
"Naw, jacky zap. She consumed it
yesterday"
The young fellow was becoming ,,n-
Ineligible, 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 disappearing
maiden. Il had just got new wheel,
and it was beauty, and me and the
girl went out in the country near Ken
sington to see some kin people Of hers.
She had an old secondhand wheel that
wasn't worth a dollar, but she rode il
like /. was 5000 trap. There was fine
bit of smooth road leading up in a curve
to the house, and we went up that like
pair of royal nibs, and created sensa.
ton. Later in the day was sitting IN
In front of the house, and pretty soon
/ heard scream down the big road
and 10 and behold you, there was the
girl, with the red skirt she wore max.
ing a fine target for big brindle bull
and he was coming head down, like he
was in the ring in old Madrid
81 didn't know anything to do, not
having Calling gun or one of those big
12-inchers, except to jump on my wheel
end go down to meet the girl, which
did just in time, for she was so bad
scared she couldn't do much. ! sup.
pose the bull was hundred yards be-
hind her, and in | 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 go to town for hearsc.
$50 got good hold of it. and as the
bull swept by | showed the wheel at
him any old way, for | wasn't any bull
fighter or toreador, or that kind. was
lucky, though, or the girl was, for the
bulls horns caught in the spokes oil
the hind wheel, and it trlpped 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 |, and the
bun looked like he had been out all
night in cyclone with barbed wire
fence"
Here the yonug fellow stopped and
sighed profoundly.
"That was my nice new bicycle" he
concluded, like a wall, ''and the darn
| girl never shed tear when she rode
| back to town with another fellow, and
| came in alone on an electric car. You
bet the next time" but the reporter
absolutely refused to record what he
said.-WashiDgton Star.