Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1899-07-17
ONE-MINUT'E ROMANCE
EVERYDAY LIFE.
FROM

1t was the third round. The girls
stopped chattering, the men leaned for
ward in their seats and watched the bicy-
cles sweep down toward the last quarter
of the race course.
"Stanburg won win said a mar in
the crowd. impatiently. He doesn't
seem to care how he rides. That's the
trouble with these fellows. They always
get so sure Of themselves after a few vic
tories they don't half try. Look at
FitZ--'
Now, you are not going to compare
Morris %Stanburg to any prize fighter.
Charlie Connell!' replied a pretty girl,
Indignantly.
And, besides. he will win; you see if
he doesn't. There, he secs me!' She
waved her white parasol and leaned for
ward. Hurry! Hurry her lips formed
the word, but did not speak it.
But he saw and understood, and the
blue bicycle. shot forward till it was
abreast with the black, which had been
ahead of him, until it gained on the red,
in the lead, passed it, and sped like an
arrow under the line.
''There!" cried Bessie Connell, tri-
umphantly.
But her brother saying:
stay here, Bess!" leaped suddenly
over the rail of the grandstand and ran
out and across the track, where a crowd
Of men had gathered around somebody
"a thS SicNAAAe c. - ~ 'NS Al ~
gather to shut out every sight from peo-
pie who can not scramble and fight to
see.
For a moment only Bessie remained a
%resentful Casabianca n stayed where
she was put. Then she leaped over the
from the outer circle of the startled
looking throng called out doughtily:
"Wha is the matter"'
Nothing much, Miss Connell,' replied
Morris S~tanburg's voice from the center.
Then Charlie Connell appeared, push
ing his way toward where the girl was
standing.
morris fell and broke his ARM" he ex-
planned. and there is not a doctor here.
Come on. This is no place for you.'
II think it u.s." said the young lady,
pointing two determined elbows and
starting through the crowd. LET me
pass, please"
The way was opened and she went
straight up to where the hero of the day
sat, surrounded by his helpless friend
He was pale and suffering. But he
smiled up at her gratefully.
I'm all right, Miss Connell," he said.
Its awfully good of you to come to see
me. The doctorll soon fix this arm up
when he comes"
A boy came running across the field.
There amt no doctor around he
called. "All of ems away some'eres."
Bessie walked up bravely.
II can bandage your arm" she said,
quietly. 'It will not do for you to ride
home until it is in splints. Break up that
pasteboard box, Charlie, and give me
your handkerchiefs."
Her brother gave her the long strips
of stiff cardboard, and in a moment her
cool, firm hands were binding them with
linen bandages around the young ath-
lete's arm.
The task was performed with swiftness
n skill. and Charlie Cornell whistled in
establishment.
G to your own family for %surprises!'
he said. How did you learn to do that,
Bess?'
But the girl was blushing and conscious
of the crowd around her. She had not
thought of herself until then.
Stanburg rose and walke toward her.
II won the race for you, Bessie" he
said in a whisper. 'Can l tell them that
the triumph seems small compared with
my victory in winning your hand
She glanced at the people and hesi-
tated. She looked at her lover and an
swered Eyes"
n so it was that The engagement of
| the pretty Philadelphia belle and the bicy-
Gle rider. NJ. L. Stanburg of Jersey City,
was announced at the close of the race
at Ch%autauqua lake on Independence day
instead of at a conventional party at
the bride-elect's stately Quaker City
home.