Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1897-10-23
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. SOME SHORT STORIES.

tn family residing in . fashionab, BE |
neighborhood in Hock Island. OIL
course, il is not reasonable to sup-
pose that the proper names Of she
parties i'm plicssed are used.
Miss Jones came from an adjoin-
ing city to visit her aunt, Mrs. Smith.
The young lady was an entllusi-
astic cyclist But she did not bring
her wheel with her. Her aunt and
uncle we're also cyclists. Each had
bike.
1t vas q moonlight night
"Lets go wheeling" suggested
Mise Jones.
But what are we going to do for
a wheel for you?" answered her amt.
Small we 60 down town and rent
onee"
"That's so. don't believe I'd 90
to all that trouble. III tell you
what I'll do. I'll don o suit of uD-
cle's and take his wheel! What do
you say to that?"
ooh dear, no; what wor Id people
say il they detected you IN q mans
garbe"
Wen keep on the BAT k streets,
and no one Will notice me-"
After q lengthy argument the Wis
itor induced her aunt to concur In
the proposition.
She donped the suit, and away
they went on their wheels.
Mr.. Smiths position is one that
requires him to work after supper at
Ger ssin seasons Of the year. He WAS
At work this night. Abe ut O'Clock
he left the store and took q stroll
down Fourth avenue.
Two wheels passed.
my wife," he exclaimed to him.
self. land out riding with another
man."
Mr.. Smith paused for meditation
His wife never went Out wheeling
before with any man except her
husband. He coulc! not make
himself believe that she was flirting
with other men. But it would do
no harm 10 investigate.
Mr.. Smith started Immediately for
home. He would do little detec-
tive work. He decided to locats
himself across the street from his
residence and await tho return OF his
| wife and her friend. He was sweat
ing under the collar. He WAS mad.
Woe be unto the man who attempted
Il Irritation with his better half.
Presently two wheels stopped in
front Of his house.
"And he is still with hertz unused
the husband, Who could hardly con-
trot himself.
Mrs. Smith and her companion dis.
| mounted and sat- down on the porch
for chat.
Shall / shoot him." ne asked him
self. No. will wsis little while
| longer"
Suddenly he made wild dash
across The street. Mrs. Smith, not
knowing who he was, ran into the
house. while her friend ran into the
back yard.
Smith WAS soon onto the heels OF
his wife's friend, whom he made sew
eral kicks at.
Finally ha got his hands on the ex.
cited cyclist. What DO you mean,
sir?" he excitedly asked.
| "Why, uncle. what's the matter
with you?" came the reply.
Then came explanations. Smith
told his wife what his suspicious
we're. There was a hearty laugh ali
gro Ind. Now Smith thinks more OF
his vic than ever
One Of the city'e professional men
was aroused from mis- slumbers in
the small hours Of q recent morning
by q racket in his front yard.
He went to the window and peered
out and saw a horse tramping over
his lawn. He shouted at the animal
and chased him out of the yard.
There is no fence about the place.
The horse had been fcasting on the
grass, OF which there was q healthy
crop.
The professional man retired to
bed. Soon he heard the noise again.
The horse was back. He chased the
animal again.
| And the horse returned once more.
The professional man was in a rage.
He went to the telephone.
"Centra'? Give me the police sta
ton"
Hello! police station9 Say. there
is q COMPOUNDED horse TRAPPING
around my yard. l wish you'd do
something with him. I've chased
him twice already, but he comes
back every time. IFS funny people
keep their horses where they be-
long"
The police responded and got the
horse
rhe professional man vent to his
barn in the' morning to feed his
horse Tao stall was empty!
The truth dswned on him. Didn't
recoguiz, his own horse.
He has fought lock for his barn
door.
A local merchant tailor was re-
Gently called apon to get ont . suit
In ub.e-quick time.
The customer said he was q bank
er at Muscatine and threw out one
Of his cards.
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