The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1899-12-07
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ANGELA.
rCopyright, 1900, by Clinton Ross
By CLINTON ROSS.

rCopyright, 1900, by Clinton Ross.]
The scandal mongers of the wheel are
confined mostly to those who cannot or
do not wheel Not so long ago women
were likely to mako mental faces at
other women who rode, but as soon as
they themselves were spinning along
with freedom they never had fancicd
they straightway wondered ut all these
ALLEGATIONS. And how indeed does q
brisk turn under the sky and between
the fields drive away cobwebby notions !!
In tho old days canter might do 1T,
but horse is luxury, and. even If
You can afford it, it is ever getting out
of condition and to be fit must have u
modicum of constant exercise. But now
all 20 a-spinning. the horscman rs we'll
as the one time long distance walkers,
the sinners and those who strive to ro-
gain this old world from the curse.
Among these latter no one Is better
equipped for the ancient fight than thu
rector Of st. Matthew in the Park
the Rev. Lcmucl Springer. With bod.
and mind attuncd to fine hcalthful
ness at 80, he believes strongly ant
breaches and acts his belief, and II
these days, when clcrgymcn sometimes
forget that their duty is but to heal the
hearts wounds and to preach the re-
ward of simple honesty and clcanly Nv
ing. it is a delight to sit of morning
In pew of st. Matthew in the Park
and listen to the direct and human re-
igion its athletic young rector cX-
pounds. | myself remember him when
he was No. 3 on the varsity crew and Il
very gr at man. He still could pull that
third ar ns strongly. but the only sport
his duties now permit him il wheeling,
and if YOU 20 to ,,lr park Of q morning
you may see him going up and down
hill and doubtless mcditating those
words for the soul cheer afforded by his
bits Of scrmonizing, put always in Eng
lish tcrscly strong.
And yet he has had his troubles, his
experiences. his Qucstionings, his sin,
his falsity. and if you will follow my
story YOU will see how it all was due to
the wheel that once he forgot himself.
OF May day the Rev. Lcmucl was
coasting down the long hill into the
struggling village of Roundbush, West
chester 1t was his day of outing, and
now at noon he was hungry after 90
miles cXhilarating spin, and the world
had put its care away, and his blood
was tingling, and his heart singing like
the birds in the fields and the tree tops
and through the windy, blue spaces of
that sunny spring day sky. The old
tavern ut Roundbush, which bears on Il
crcaking sign II distorted likeness Of our
first great president, after long years of
desuctudc again has found usefulness
through the revival of the road nnd
iiuunis Il near piucard. launches Fol
Bicyclcrs.' Yet this afternoon Rev
Lcmucl thought he had it quite to him
self, rs thcfat landlord pushed his shir
sleeves furth ar above his hrawny elbow
and said he guessed he could give nj
visitor "somrthin that was fit cutin.
And Lcmucl-l will drop his title
thought the broilcd chicken dcliciou
and sauntcrC,? into the influ1-, dark aft
er the sunshine with its haircloth chair
and its colorcd prints Of washington
Crossing the Delaware" and "Johl
Browns Capture" and certain photo
graphs of rrim, rural folk.
Now. usually Lcmucl was most OBJ
serving. Yet he had been in that room
fully five minutes before he noticed &
figure stretched out on Il couch--at tho
dark side to De sure SO that it may
not have been SO strange that no had
not seen her at first. Her face sunk in