The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1897-04-03

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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 dismount
and go to her assistance. hope you
are not much hurt, !" he said with grave
solicitude.
"Oh, i hope not, Z said the girl with
a smile which she managed to make
pathetic. Il feel very much shaken
and think have sprained my ankle
a little, but if / rest for few minutes
/ shall be all right. =
So with the mans assistance she got
up and seated herself ON tree trunk
lying near.
May t. he asked courteously, go
to your home and send you some as
sistance ~
ooh, dear, no." IN tone Of alarm,
lit would brighten them to death. I
am not much hurt. If you could kindly
wait a few minutes and then help me
to mount don't think I could mount
alone. l feel nervous. 2
II am at your SERVICE replied her
companion; 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 /
have torn my skirt. I 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 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 2"
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.s
But at 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
she felt quite recovered from her fall,
and asked her companion to be good
enough to help her to mount. He ac-
guessed almost reluctantly, for it had
been a pleasant half hour to him.
She paused a minute 81 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. -. "a @-s~-
you make too much of it," he said,
for how could he know what was in
her mind? II am glad I was able to be
of any assistance to you. 1t was for
tunate thing that happened to be so
close behind"
She did not think it necessary to tell
him that but for that she would not
have fallen ~
II am sorry to say that am leaving
the city," the man went on, cor
would venture to ask permission to
call on you.'' t ~
"You are leaving this evening? ] am
sorry, too.''
But the dimples in her face belled
her words. I.
A courtly bow, a word of adieu, aud
she was off like bird. He watched
her out Of sight, and as he mounted
his own wheel, it vaguely occurred to
him that from 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. .-.- = 49,
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 a
copy of the Scrutator found it's way
into his valise. < e..
When he looked at it his own 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 amaZement he saw:
INTERVIEWED AT LAST.