Evening star., 1896-10-31
BRAVE AND UNGALLANT.
A Washington Hero Who Ii Brave
but Who viii Learn.

A Washington Hero Who Ii Brave,
but Who viii Learn.
A young fellow of sixteen or seventeen
stood at the corner of Pennsylvania avenue
and 18th street the other morning, when
the air was feeling like 1t would make q
cycltst turn traitor to his country rather
than miss spin. and a pretty girl-the
prettiest Of a bunch of pretty ones-whizzed
past him with a smile and a nod, he pulled
his cap at her, and, instead of bowling and
smiling, he bowed and cussed.
A minute or SO later the young fellow
made a rush for cable car as If it were a
foot ball. and when he landed he landed in
the lap of Star man.
"Hellor' exclaimed The Star man.
where's your wheel? A man on a street
car morning like this is At 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 I didn't see anv
of the Others"
The youngster shook his head.
Inat was my fix. too. yesterday; but I'm
whats the row?'
That's where my bicycle is'
Girl got y? She can't ride It,"
Nav, nav, 1acky yap. She consumed it yes
Ac youHS lellOW was becoming uDintplli-
gible. and the reporter began back pedaling
TILL he had slowed him down.
well. I'll tell you about it," he said.
shaking his fist at the disappearing maiden.
nad just got a new wheel, and it was
beauty and me and the girl went out to the
&C untry 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 q two-hundred-dolla
trap. There was a fine bit of smooth road
leading up in great curve to the house.
and we went up that like pair of royal
nibs. and created a sensation. Later in the
day was sitting up in front Of the house.
and pretty soon 1 hears a scream down the
big road, and 10 and behold you. there was
the girl. with the red skirt she wore max
Ing fine target for big brindle bull, and
ne was coming head down. like he was in
the ring in old Madrid
Il didn't know anything to do not hay-
> ing Gatling gun or one of them big thir-
teen-lnchers. except to jump on my wheel
ana go down to meet the girl, which 1 did
just In time, for she was so bad scared she
couldn't do much. 1 suppose the bull was
hundred yards behind her, and in 1 sail
ed. to attract his attention. But his mind
was on that red. and he wouldn't change
ms course, so 1 saw that I'd have to try to
stop him with my wheel or tell the girl
goodbye and go to town for a hearse.
so got good hold of it, and as the bull
swept by | showed the wheel at him any old
way. for 1 wasn't any bull fighter or tor
reador, or that kind. 1 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
spokes. chains and handle bars that when
ne did finally get on his feet. the girl was
IN safe place, and so was I. and the bull
looked like he had been out all night in a
cyclone with a barbed wire fence"
Here the young fellow stopped and
sighed profoundly.
That was my nice new bicycle" he con-
cluded like a wall, "and the darn girl
never shed a tear when she rode back to
town with another fellow. and L came in
alone on an electric car. You bet the ne xt
time but the reporter absolutely refuses
to record what he said.