The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1898-09-02

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"l've been back two miles," she said
rs he came to meet her; 'some one
must have picked i: up. vet there's nc
one on the road should have gone
further, only
| Only WHAT"
".W bicycles got puncture, toor
They looked at each other, and, both
being Young, and the day beinc bright
they laughed.
But it's no laughing NATTER she
said Il am eleven miles from my tea
and my relations
Let me remind You, he said, THAT |
am also eleven miles from most things y
"What can we no."
That we" charmed him.
What do you suggest?'
IL don't know" She took off her
hat. and ruttled up her hair with her
hands. Il don't know at all. They
ought to give instructions in the eti-
quettc-books It's absurd to say will
walk on and leave you. but then |
know it is not correct to walk eleven
miles with strangers.
"Coul,ln't we find mutual acquaint-
ance,' he asked, "to introduce us in
the spirit?'
Bat ah, the magic of the thought
They both knew Robinson"
$50 You know your Bah Ballads
"'Not to know them argues'-you
see | know my classics, too"
Look here" he said. Let us skip
the part about being introduced. Our
common misfnrtunes and common
taste for Gilbert should 90 some way.
Let me throw in my fortune with yours;
or, rather, consider that we are ship
wrecked, and that command the boat
which is. unfortunately, provisioned
only with small packet of sandwiches
and Il flask of sherry"
"Oh, have you something to eat:
she said, eagerly. Il am so sla |. All
the ctiquette-books in the world
wouldn't drive me away now. break
tasted in the middle of the night, so az
to get off rly-and it was only milk
and break thcn-because nobody was
up; and have had no lunch"
1t would he nicer if we wheeled the
beasts into the field; then We could pic
mic under the shade of that little oak
tree" said he.
The bicycles leaned together, help
less and ungracetul. The riders sat
under the oak and talked. She found
him much more entertaining than the
men she met at dances and tennis; and
he found her every moment more en-
tirely charming. The frank assump-
tion of comradeshlp, the utter absence
of girlish sell-consciousness, the pretty
face, and the fluffy brown hair, all com
bined to drown certain scruples which
at first had marrcd his pleasure.
40" he said to himself Il don't
regret it in the least.
They talked away happily enough,
until she found that he was trying to
give her more than halfthc sandwiches.
Then she frowned.
Its too bad, she said "You might
treat me as an equal! I'm sure my
conduct has been manly enough, hasn't
it: Why do you bring this silly, self
sacrificing convention in, and remind
me that I'm girl. just when | have
had an adventure and was beginning
to feel importanl?'
He protested in vain that his break
fast had been heavy with eggs, bloated
with bacon. The frown remained, and
presently she proposed that they
should begin their eleven miles walk
"Wouldn't it he better to wait here?
4 cart might come this way
"A cart? Why, we might wait for
a cart till We starved. and our whitcr-
ing bones would trip up the Bank Holi-
day cyclists. No one will come along
this road till then"
"Nery good" he said. well walk"
so. wheeling their machines, they
set off up the hill, in silence AT first.
But present. v she spoke
Il IN sorry was cross just now
she said, and he thought her pretty
penitence adorable. you see one gets
so tired of hcing u girl, because there
are such millions al things one must
not do. OF course, men don't under
stand that. They think women like
to he treated as though they were toys
ur sugar princcsses.
"And don't they"
.Thcv hate it, she said; "you don't
know how they hate it..
well, Monsieur MN run,ny"'l.," said
he, smiling, for the future | will take
care to have the best of everything.
dimly discern Il possibility of tea at
some hospitahle farmhouse shall
have tour eggs. Ifthere are any more,
which in a farmhouse is unlikely, YOU
may have them"
Then she laughed, and hogan to
speculate on the possibilities of tea,
''t"r | own that | am still starvln2."
she said. And so the little cloud |
passed away, and they talked freely as