Passaic City record., 1897-01-02
BRAVE AND UNGALLANr.
A Washington Hero Who Is Brave. But
Who Win Learn.

A Washington Hero Who Lis Brave. But
Who Win Learn.
A young fellow of 16 or II stood at
the corner of Pennsylvania avenue and
Nineteenth street the other morning,
when the air was feeling like it would
make a cyclist turn traitor to his coun-
try rather than miss a spin, and as a
pretty girl-the prettiest of a bunch of
pretty ones-whizzed past him with a
smile and 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 rush for cable car as If it were
h football, and when he landed he land
ed in the lap of Star man.
"Helloi" exclaimed the Star man,
swhere's your wheel? A man on a
street car a, morning like this is fit for
raisins, chewing gum and shawls."
The pretty-girl gang had turned
about and were coming back.
"See that girl in the front rows"
asked the young fellow.
"Of course. I'd see her if I didn't see
any of the others"
The youngster shook his head
"That was my fix too, yesterday; but
I'm not so any more" he said.
"What's the row."
"That's where my bicycle is"
"Girl got it? She can't ride it,"
"Naw, jacky yap. She consumed it
Yesterday"
The young fellow was becoming un-
intelligible, and the reporter began
back pedaling till he slowed him down.
"Well, I'll tell you about it, he said,
shaking his fist at the disappearing
maiden. II had just got new wheel,
girl went out in the country near Ken
sington to see some kin people OF hers.
She had an old secondhand wheel that
wasn't worth dollar, but she rode it
like it was a 5000 trap. There was fine
bit of smooth road leading up in a curve
to the house, and we went up that like
a pair of royal nibs, and created sensa-
ton. Later in the day was sitting up
in front of the house, and pretty soon
I heard O. 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 he was coming head down, like he
was in the ring in old Madrid.
81 didn't know anything to do, not
having a Gatling gun or one of those big
13-inchers, except to jump on my wheel
and go down to meet the girl, which I
did just in time, for she was so bad
scared she couldn't do much. L sup
pose the bull was hundred yards be-
hind her, and in I sailed to attract his
attention. But his mind was on that
red, and he wouldn't change his course.
so I saw that I'd have to try to stop him
with my wheel or tell the girl good-by
and go to town for hearse.
$50 got a good hold of it, and as the
bull swept by 1 showed the wheel at
him any old way, for I wasn't any bull
fighter or toreador, or that kind. Twas
lucky, though, or the girl was, for the
bulls horns caught in the spokes of
the hind wheel, and it trlpped Mr.. B.,
sending him forward on his head and
getting him so tangled up in the spokes,
chains and handle bars, that when he
did finally get on his feet the girl was
In a safe place, and so was I, and the
bull looked like he had been out all
night in cyclone with a barbed wire
fence"
Here the yonug fellow stopped and
sighed profoundly.
''That was my nice new bicycle" he
concluded, like wall, 'sand the darn
girl never shed tear when she rode
back to town with another fellow, and
I came in alone on an electric car. You
bet the next time but the reporter
absolutely refused to record what he
said.-Washington Star.