The record-union., 1896-06-07

Round Of limb and supple-strength allied
Sparkle of health's rubies in her winsome
face,
How she ne seems to queen it over all the
With the witching magic of her slender
hand!
Juno in her chariot drawn by peacocks
Aphrodite rising cloudlike from the
G0ddsIssl snesl 0utrivaledi Now the poet.
To the charm of beauty pedaling a wheel.
Woman supernal-beauty at its hight
Hail the outdoor maiden, vision of de-
light!
Spin and flash and glitter. steel of bur-
niShed thews,
Thus through woman's lifeblood God the
Harper's Bazar
(Chapter ID
The mortgage was falling due.
Not on the old farm, but on Hy-
drangea McGinness' bicycle.
She had missed several months pay
ment on the bike and now the man who
sold it to her on the installment plan
had put his cruel foot down.
On the morrow at O'Clock he would
send a process-server to tear the beau
tiful nickel-plated machine from her
hands.
The only thing that would stay him
was IS.
And Hydrangea didn't seem to be
good for that amount anywhere.
Chapter ID
Sprocketolius, you must save mel"
1t was Hydrangea's voice knotted
with desperation and sorrow.
But how, Hy?''
Sprocketelius was tall, Issome, and
chewed gum.
You must get me that SS.'
Aye; aye" muttered Sprock. But
where in all the wide and whirling
world is there So to be had?"
No NATTER" answered Hydrangea
aughtily; get it or never more be
avored one of mine,"
Then she swept out (oO the room and
began to wait for the fateful morrow.
(Chapter III)
SprocketoliuS had his own bike that
he was trying to pay for.
Standing in his knickers in the moon
light he wondered where he was going
to get the IS with which to save Hy-
drangea's wheel.
Eight million dollars seemed just as
possible to him.
Lifting the wheel sadly from a tree
box he mounted it and rode away
thinking.
(Chapter Iv)
All that night Sprocketolius thought
But he didn't think out the $S.
The morning came and opened his
eyes with its ROSY fingers
Nary an SS was on the horizon.
Noon came, but brought no So with it
One, 2, B o'clock. but the octet OF
plasters had not shown up.
Everywhere he tried to borrow il
people were sorry they didn't have it
to lend him.
He was in despair.
If he had had 10 cents he might
have gone forth and drunk himself to
death.
Chapter VI
Three o'clocki And in another hour
Hydrangea would be wheelless.
Sprocketolius' brain was in a cyclone
Of fire.
Leaping upon his bike he rode away
like a madman.
His pedals were heavy, but he made
them whirl like dynamos.
Through the park he flew towards
Hydrangea's home
He knew nothing-saw nobody.
What he was going to do when he got
there he VOTED not
He flew on wings of love.
And, strange to say, no policeman
saw him as he flew.
Chapter VI)
For bso1f-boI1r- he lanf ,,r n =
pace.
Then he ran into a horse hitched tC
a hanson and came from beneath the
animals hoofs almost dead
His bike came from the same place 6
wreck.
''Wretch," he cried, shaking his fist
at the driver. You know what you've
done?''
But the driver only laughed and told
him he was lucky to be alive.
Not so q man In the interior of the
hanson.
Here, my good fellow" he said
take this S100 bill and buy yoursel
another bike"
But how about Hydrangea?" tn,
still dazed lover cried
Get any make you WILL said th'
Fairy Godfather. II don't limit you.
But Hydrangea is waiting"
Then Sprocketolius told his story.
20. In that case take my bike from th'
top of the cab,'' said the other. "I'v,
just busted three ribs on it and Fv'
quit the game. You can have it,
Thanking him, Sprocketolius pulled
down the machine and mounted 1t.
Chapter VII)
Only ten minutes, and Hydrangea'
home was four miles away
Sprocketolius rode like a demon
When still a mile from the house h.
saw a man emerge from the gate push
Ing wheel before him.
Like flash he was by his side.
stop, caitiff stop." he cried.
The fellow quailed at sound of hi
voice.
Dare to lay another finger on he
wheeli'' shouted our hero, "and it shal
be your last
Hydrangea was at the basement doc
in tears.