The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-06-21
BY CLINTON ROSS.

copyright, 1896, by Clinton Ross.)
The scandal mongers of the wheel
are confined mostly to those who can
nor or do not wheel. No so long ago
women were likely to make mental
faces at other women who rode; but as
soon as they themselves were spinning
along with a freedom they never had
fancied they straightway wondered at
ali these allegations. And now indeed
does a. brisk turn under the sky, and
between the fields, drive away cpbweb-
by notions. In the old days a canter
might do it; but a. horse is a luxury,
and even if you can afford it is ever
getting out of condition, and to be fit
must have g, modicum of constant ex-
erciSe. But now all go a-spinning, the
hoIseman as well as the one time long
distance walkers, the sinners and those
who strive to regain this old world
from the curse.
Among these latter no one is better
equipped for the ancient fight than the
rector OF Sant-Mattlfew-in-th e-Fark,
the Rev. Lemuel Springer. With body
and mind attuned to a fine heaathful-
ness at 80, he believes strongly, and
breaches and acts his belief: and in
these days when clergy-nen sometimes
forget that their duty is but to heal
the hearts wounds and to preach the
reward of simple honesty, and cleanly
living, it is a delight to sit of a. morn
ing in a pew of Saint Matthew-in-the-
Park. and listen to the direct and hu-
man religion its athletic young rector
exDounds. / myself remember him
when he was No. on the varsity crew
and a very great man. He still could
I'll that third oar as strongly. but the
wheeling; and if you may see him 60
ing up and down hill and doubtless
meditating these words for the soul
cheer Afforded by his bits of sermon
izing, put always in English tersely
strong.
And yet he has had his troubles, his
experiences his questionings, his sin.
his falsity; and if you will follow my
story you will see how it all was due
to the wheel that once he forgot him
self
OF a May day, the Rev Lemuel was
coasting down the long hill into the
struggling village or Roundbush, West
chester. It was his day of outing, and
now at noon he was hungry after a
Gwenty miles eXhilarating spin; and
the world had put its care away. and
his blood was tingling, and his heart
singing like the birds in the fields and
the tree TOPS and through the windy,
blue spaces of that sunny spring-day
sky. The old tavern at Roundbush,
which bears on creaking sign a dis
Torted likeness of our first president
after long years Of desuetude again
has found usefulness through the revi-
val of the road: and fiaunts a noon
pfacard: Lunches for BicycleTs. >
Yet this afternoon Rev. Lemuei
thought he had it quite to himself as
the fat landlord pushed his shirt
sleeves further above his brawny ell
bows and said. he guessed he could
give the visitor ''sornethin' that was
fit eatin . And Lemuel-I will DROP
his title-tbought the broiled chiken
delicious and sauntered into the parlor
dark after the sunshine, with its hair
cloth chairs and its colored prints OF
washington Crossing the Delaware
and John Browns Capture" and GER
tain photographs of priT7a. rural folk
Now, usually, Lemuel was most OBJ.
serving. Yet he had been in that room
fElGy five minutes before he noticed 6
figure stretched out on a. couch ait the
dark side, to be sure, SO that it may
not have been SO strange that he ha6
not seen her at first. Her face sunk
ia d pillow, she seemed to be sobbine
Lemuel at once made for the door
when he heard a sweet, and strangely
plaintiff voice:
I'm such fooll Oh. 1 beg youi
pardbnt" she added with such evidenr
confusion that Lenluel turned abou'
hastily to see what he held after tElz
prettiest figure of a woman in a witch
ing bicycle costume; and what si1,
was like, I'll leave you to fancy; jus
fancy, that is, the very incest girl o.
your acquaintance and you will SET
her as Lemuel saw her. much more
easily than from any description O.
mine.
OH she said. hastily rubbing he
eyes
Il beg your pardon" said Lemuel
1t was my fault said She Iookin,
a public ROOM
Il am sure it was mine,' said Lem
Uel, hastily. It was all rather strang
and sudden; and yet he decided at one,
she was weIl-bred young person.
oh ! am glad she exclaimed
Il don't see why" he blurted out, n
establishment.
Because You are Mr.. Springer o
Saint-Matthsw-in-th e-Park'
He bowed. remembering, with a hi
Of conceit, that a lot of people doubt
less knew him whom he didn't know
from Adam, or Eve
4 need a clergyman" said she.
Now at this astounding statement
Lenuel stared his utter establishment
Did she need spiritual advice? Sh
looked bit worldly
That's rather a surprising state
ment" she added
I don't know said he, hopelessly.
mean" she said, Il want an es
cort to Greenwich, and with a clergy
man there can be no question
j don't know said Lemuel again.
You must think me stranger