The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1896-12-10

| Illt U.ill avenue lIll' a paiN ~ -"
into tie country. The girl follos ed,
and when the few houses in the road
were passed she began to scorch and
was soon ahead of the man, who no
ticnd with admiration the erect way in
which she sat in spite of the speed at
which she was going. She wore a
dark skirt. and pale pink blouse, which
made Il pretty bit Of color in n land
scaDe. the man thought, as his eyes
travelled from her to the far blue dis
lance.
When his gaze sought the fair cycliSt
again he found that she was seated on
the road the wheel lying beside her.
The man wondered how she had man
aged to fall, for the road was good,
and she had seemed to be perfect mis-
tresS of her bicycle. No One else was
in sight. so he must perfOrce diSm0unt
ard 90 TO her assistance. Il hope you
are not much hurt" he said with grave
sOlicitude.
"Oh. | hope not" said the girl with
a smile which she managed TO make
pathetic. Il feel very much shaken
and l think / have sprained my ankle
a little, but if i rest for a few minutes
l shall be all right"
So with the mans assistance she got
UP and seated herself on a tree trunk
lying near.
May l." he asked c~Ourteously, Ego
to your home and send you some as
SiStanceT'
"Oh. dear, no." in n tone of alarm,
lit would brighten them to death. l
am not much hurt. If you could kindly
wait a few minutes and then help me
to mount don't think | could mount
alone. l feel nervous"
Il am at your service" replied her
companions; your wheel, at any rate,
is none the worse"
For, ardent cyclist that he was. if
his first look had bee for the rider,
his second had been for the wheel.
$50 much the better, but see how |
have torn my skirt. | must mend it,
or perhaps it would catch and throw
me again"
So saying, she drew from her pocket
Il dainty little caSc, from which she
produced thimble. needle and thread.
and then began sewing her torn shirt.
The man watched her nimble fingers
with admiration. She was a graceful
little person, and looked very demure
as she sat with bent head. her mis-
chievous eyes fixed on her work.
Il love cycling" she exclaimed,
don't you?"
The man confessed that he did. and
she displayed such interest in what he
said that he told her the story Of a
cycling trip he had taken last summer.
and from that. encouraged by her gen
tie questioning, he spoke of many
things, and the girl listened i%ntently.
But ut last she felt that she could re-
member no more, and that made her
realize that she was equal to her re-
turn trip, so she prettily explained that
h felt quite recovered from her fall.
and asked her companion to be good
enough To help her to mount He ac-
quiesced almost reluctantly, for it had
been a pleasant half hour to him.
She paused a minute. II don't know
how to thank you for what you have
done for me-" She cast her eyes down,
for they We're full Of laughter. She
was wondering what the editor would
say.
You make too much of it," he said.
for how could he know what was in
her mind? Il am glad l was able to be
of any assistance to you. 1t was a for
tunate thing that ! happened to be so
close behiud."
'h' 'i' h'A iiiIl L lt'tSSdIN W ltiI
him that but for that she would not
have fallen.
Il an sorry to say that I am leaving
the city" the man went on, "or |
would venture TO ask permission to-
cali on you"
You are leaving this evening? l am
sorry, too
But the dimples in her face belied
her words.
y cOurtly bow. a word of adieu. and
she was off like a bird. He watched
her out of sight, and as he mounted
his own wheel, it vaguely occurred to
him that from n Sprained ankle, how
ever slight, she had recovered very
completely.
Her little feet did swift work with
the pedals, it is true, but when she
reached homo her pen travelled almost
more swiftly over sheet after sheet OF
paper as she wrote. with marvellous
correctness, the opinions and remarks
Of the man who had never been inter
viewed.
After all he found himself unable To
leave the city that evening. but the
first train next morning carried him
away. The boys were calling the pa-
pers on the station platform. and SO q
copy Of the Scrutator found it's wav
into his valise.
When he looked at it his own name
caught his eye. In lettering so big that
1t is usually reserved for a presiden-
tial election, or for the chances of q
war with Great Britain, to his own
vast amaZement he saw:
'INTERyIEWED AT LAST.
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Mr.. Chamberton's Opinions on Cycling.