Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1898-07-17

way l don't rush by it as if it were a
plague, but | dismount and compare its
beer with the tap OF the last place at
which | stopped. My method of riding
a wheel has merits which need no dis
cussion.
''If had only declined all invitations
to ride with other people, l would not
be the wreck | am to-day. Let me tell
you, sir, that | am all faded out. My
heart action has been 50 accelerated
since yesterday that it seems that if it
would batter down my breast.
81 am wreck, and the man who is
responsible for it is a tall, slab-sided,
dyspeptic minister in Newark. Isn't
that fine consolation? l met him sew
eral days ago, and in the course of our
remarks something was said about BIZ
cycling.
"'Do you ride, Mr. Jersey?' he said
to me, in soft, purring fashion.
EVERY day. said l, promptly. The
Rev. Mr.. Newark said that he admired
the wheel, and he believed that, prop
erly used it was an instrument for
good Then he invited me to ride with
him, and yesterday was the day select
ed. l accepted his invitation with
pleasure, because | do not like to ride
alone and he was so tall and so thin
that felt sure he would want to rest
as often as l would.
"When the Rev. Mr. Newark called
for me on his wheel yesterday after
noon / was gleeful. He wore short
black buster, a cap, and pair OF long
trousers strapped around his ankles.
He looked easy. His wheel was four
years old, and it weighed 81 pounds.
GIVE will try a little run over to
Hamletville, and take it easy said
Rev Mr.. Newark.
Hamletville!' I exclaimed, for it
| was 10 miles away, and the day was
hot.
"T really don't feel as if ought to
go further than that said Rev. Mr..
| Newark in an apologize manner.
".All right said l, that is far
enough to suit me- and as | thought OF
| his very thin legs and his old wheel
concluded that he was not aware OF the
| lob that he had cut out for himself
| We trundled out of the city at com
| Portable pace, and when we struck the
| county road the minister said:
81 am familiar with this trip, and
| if Won don't mind l will lead the way.
| and off he went like a road racer. His
long trousers. strapped around his an
kles. were working up and down rapid
| " a quarter of mile ahead OF me be-
| fore | could get up speed. A tnln
| stream of dust that spurted viciously
| from under his wheel and expended
| into a trailing cloud marked his prog
ress. and pumped along behind as best
| | could. suspecting that he would De
| ready to stop at the first hill.
| THAT was where | made mistake.
! He scorched right up the hill and wait
| ed on top until l came in sight. Then,
waving his hands in much the way that
yardmen coax freight train down
| siding. he mounted his wheel and of he
| went.
THAT whole trip to Hamletville was
| like a nightmare TO me. I lost sight OF
| the minister a dozen different times,
| and never got near enough to ask
him to let up | had to content myself
| with fleeting visions of his duster coat
| when he was good enough TO slow up
| until came IN sight / pumped away
on my wheel until sparks few from
my eyes. and couldn't help wondering
where the chap slowed aSvay 30 much
strength
Eat last Hamietsville came In sight,
and waiting for me vas Rev. M. New
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