Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1898-06-17

| road, CarToty motionless on the other
side, the wooden bicycle between. He
got fence-rail to make sure of the dog,
but it was unnecessary; the heavy
wooden wheel had broken the rabid
animals back.
When the squire turned to Carroty
ne found that youth, dusty and bloody
from bleeding nose, preparing to re-
mount.
"I'm going after the doctor, squire.
| for Jack Ginter; he's hurt" Carroty
said, alphabetically. II wouldn't have
| come this way riding this, if it had been
for anything else. I thought you
wouldn't mind, since it is for the doc
tor in hurry"
He started off too quickly to hear
what the squire said.
A couple of afternoons later Carroty
was pulling weeds in the garden when
the squire drove up In a spring wagon,
and commenced to unload something
that glittered and shone in the sun
Fight.
Though don't take much stock in
these new-fangied machines, it seems
to me anyone who could do what you did
with wooden one, ought to have one
of the BEST" the squire said, in his
| loud, hearty voice. "Little Johnny's
| father sent this up for me to give to
the boy who rode over mad dog"
Before Carroty fully realized what
was happening, the wagon had driven
off, and he was alone with a handsome
new safety bicycle of well-known
make and the latest model, leaning
against the garden fence.
will I have to keep it?'' Carroty
asked, when his father reached home.
81 saw the squire on my way up.
and think he will be hurt if you don't, -
his father replied.
The next morning Carroty took the
new bicycle apart. The wonderful
mechanism fascinated him, the perfect
adjustment, the beauty, the iightness,
the strength! He studied it and fin
gered it with rapture. Then he got
out the Through by Daylight, and stood
them side by side, the clumsy, wooden,
homemade affair and the graceful,
trim machine of glittering steel and
shining black enamel, polished wood,
and smooth, gray rubber. His freckled
face flushed as he remembered how
proud he had felt of that wooden thing,
how nearly perfect he had considered
it, how he gloried in the thought that
he had maze it.
"Come or, Aren't you ever going to
try it?" cried Jakey, who had been
writhing with impotence during the
examination and the rebuilding.
"You can ride the new one. I'm not
going back on Through by Daylight,
just yet" Carroty replied.
The squire saw the two riders go
down the hill. Jal>ey's plump legs
bestrode the new bicycle; Carroty,
erect, bareheaded, his red hair stream
ING out like the tail of comet, rode
the old wooden wheel.
"Well, if he isn't queer one!"
calculated the squire.
His opinion of Carroty's queerness
ton could he have witnessed what fol-
| lowed.
a mile above townsville lies a dark
pond, surrounded by hemlock trees
ard bright with white pond lilies. The
center of the pool is dark and still and
deep, SO deep that the people say it is
| bottomless, and the name is Deep pond.
Carroty pushed his wheel along the
path to the pond, and Jakey, as was his
habit, followed without asking ques-
| tons.
| When they reached the bank and
Carroty placed the Through by Day
light in the fat-bottomed boat, then
stepped in himself, Jakey could keep
still no longer.
"For the lands sake, Carroty, what
are you going to do?" he exclaimed.
"You stay there and watch me-"
said Carroty, sternly.
| He rowed out to the middle and
stopped. Twice he stopped and lifted
the wheel, only to drop it again. At
last, with the air and gesture of one
who nerves himself to mighty effort,
he raised it until he was able to push it
over the edge of the boat into the wa
| ter.
The Through by Daylight went down
like lead, and the dark pond closed over
it without a ripple. Carroty rowed
swiftly to the shore, and, leaping out,
walked away without a backward look.
Jakey fastened the boat and followed
| his brother in sympathetic silence until
they reached the road at the edge of
the woods. Then he pushed forward
the glittering bicycle.
"Here, Carroty-here you are!" he
said.
Carroty shook his head.
"You go on and take a ride" he
said 81 don't feel like riding to-day.
My-my stomach hurts me. I'll try it
tomorrow"
Jakey whirled off gayly, and Carroty
climbed the HILL going through the
fields SO the squire would not see him.
He went to his workshop and looked
in at.the door.
"Some day. maybe, I'll make some
thing else" he said to himself.-N. Y.
Independent.
Power of Observation.
"Gentlemen. you do not use your fac
ulties of observation" said the chem
istry professor in a well-known eastern
| college, addressing his class. Here he
pushed forward a gallip containing
chemical of exceedinly offensive
smell. ''Wben I was student a-a,' lie
continued, II used my sense of taste,
y'know." And with that he dipped his
| r.