Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1898-07-24

rhan-Brazelle' Misguided Effort to
Teach His Wife a Lesson.
If Mr. Brazelle had cautioned his
wife once he had cautioned her 20
times against the danger of leaving her
bicycle at front gate or within easy
reach Of the street.
Don't you know that this town is
full of thieves?" he asked. And be-
sides, no matter how honest a man
may be, he is tempted to take wheel
when he sees it in the street unpro-
tected''
But l always watch it," she insist
if it's there
Every little while! That's the
point. What's to prevent one from
taking the wheel during one of these
little whiles?"
20, well, don't you worry; I'm not
going to lose my wheel"
Il hope not; but l think you ought
to be more careful"
One evening last week when Bra
Zelle came home he was told that his
wife had been riding the wheel and
would wait for him at her sisters
house. The sister lived about six
blocks distant, and Brazelle walked
over. AS he came near the house he
said to himself: Now, I'll see, just for
my own satisfaction, where she put
the Wheel
As he came nearer to the house he
felt thrill Of satisfaction, for there
was Mrs. Brazelle's wheel, leaning
q crai net fra tcJ
and at least forty or fifty feet from the
front porch.
Now, look at that" said Brazelle,
stopping. "a man might come along
and steal that wheel and she wouldn't
know a thing about it. 1t would serve
her right; I'll just do that; I'll get
that wheel away, and after they miss it
and begin to make a disturbance I'll
bring it back and tell her that did it
merely to teach her lesson"
He strolled along in front of the
house, he could hear the murmur of
conversation on the front porch. 1t
was a hazy night without moonlight.
He was confident of success.
Without slackening his gait he
reached out and lifted the wheel away
from the tree and trundled it along
with him.
Just as I expected" he chuckled.
But almost at that moment Mrs. Bra
zclle, on the front porch, took one of
her ''every-little-while" looks, and she
failed to see her bicycle.
Why my WHEEL" she exclaimed
Where is it," 1t was there minute
ago. Some one has" and she futter-
ed down the front steps and out to the
gate, followed by the entire company.
When she reached the gate Mr.. Bra
Zelle and the wheel were about two
lots to the north. She saw the figure
Of the man who was leading the wheel,
and she lifted her voice.
Police! Thief" she shouted. stop
that mani lie has my wheel. Stop
thief, Help. Help!"
Stop thief. Stop thief" Joined in
the sisters husband.
Great Scott" gasped Brazelle. Il
must get out of here. II they catch me
it will spoil everything
Dragging the wheel out into the
street he attempted to mount it, but
he had never ridden woman's wheel.
1t wabbled and got away from him.
On the second effort something struck
him in the neck, and he fell over, en-
bracing the wheel and wondering even
in the terror CT the moment what it
was that had broken his spinal COL
umn 1t was a policeman.
When Brazelle sat up, the policeman,
Mrs. BraZelle, the sister, the sister 5
husband, the two children and the
ever-present small boy stood around
him in a circle, and the policeman was
telling about it.
There's been a regular gang work
in in this leighborhood for some
time" he said, and then he turned to
the thief: "Get up, Get up"
Say, whats the matter with you
people?" demanded Mr.. Brazelle.
Its Charley! said his wife.
"Of course it is. Who did you think
it was?"
why, we saw you taking my wheel
away and supposed"
Didn't you call for me and say he
was a theft" demanded the policeman.
'sWhy-yes; we didn't know. What
were you doing with my wheel, any
way, Charley?" Get up and brush
yourself. Are you hurt?"
NO; I'm not hurt" he said, boiling
with rage.
What were you doing with my
wheel? o, / know You wanted to
take it away just to prove to me that
/ didn't watch 1t all the time"
who did," ~I9
isn't that why you took IT."
NO; l wanted to take ride. And
that policeman came up and slugged
me-"
The trouble wit ron Is that you