The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1897-07-22

MAY l." he asked courteously. ego
to your home and send you some as
sistance?'
"Oh, dear. no." in a tone of alarm,
sit would frighten them to death. I
am not much hurt. If you could kindly
wait n few minutes and then help me
to mount don't think l could mount
alone. L feel nervous"
II 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 been for the rider,
his second had been for the wheel.
$50 much the better, but see how l
have torn my skirt. l must mend it,
or perhaps it would catch and throw
me again.
SO saying. she drew from her pocket
a dainty little case. 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 ~intently.
Rut at last she felt that she could re-
member no more, and that made her
realize that she was equal to her re-
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she felt quite recovered from her fall,
and asked her. companion to be good
enough to help her to mount. He nc
quiesced almost reluctantly, for it had
been a pleasant half hour to him.
She paused a minute. Il don't know
how to thank you for what you have
done for me-" She cast her eyes down,
for they were 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 I was able to be
of any assistance to you. 1t was a for
tunate thing that l happened to be so
close behiud."
She did not think it necessary to tell
him that but for that she would not
have fallen.
81 am sorry to say that I am leaving
the city," the man went on, "or l
would venture to ask permission to
call on you"
you are leaving this evening? l am
sorry, too
But the dimples in her face belied
her words.
A courtly bow, a word of adieu, and
she was off like a bird. He watched
her out of sight. and as he mounted
his W wheel. it vaguely occurred to
him that from a 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 home her pen travelled almost
more swiftly over sheet after sheet Of
paper Is 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, lAlt the
first train next morning carried him
away. The boys were calling the pa
pers on the station platform, and so a
copy OF the S%crutatOr found it's way
into his valise.
When he looked al it his W name
caught his eye. In lettering so big that
it is usually reserved for a presiden-
tial election. or for the chances of a
war with Great Britain, to his Own
vast Amusement he saw:
INTERVIEWED AT LAST.