The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1901-07-18

Of the meat bill. This would go well
on the stage, and can hear the deep,
beefy tones Of the butcher threatening
to put the cringing nobleman into the
county court and the bailiffs into Stob-
cross castle, finishing up with a pero-
ration which would capture the gal
lery to the effect that
A hundred unpaid mutton legs
Are worth thousand coats of arms.
In these circumstances the life of
Lady GWendolen was not an enviable
one, and so she took to bicycling. She
BOT machine on the installment plan,
and when the installments went for
long unliquidated and the agent sor-
rowfully took the wheel away for nom
payment, as was agreed, the Lady
Gwendolen got another somewhere
else, the maker printing in his cata-.
logue, "Patronized by the Earl of Stob-
cross and others of the nobility
Great are the blessings Of the credit
system when you know how to work
it.
At first she cycled on the smooth
roads Of the home park round Stob-
cross castle. Then, as she became more
expert, she took to the delightfully."-
leafy lanes Of the country, and of
course when she was ~ miles from
home she punctrred the tire of the
hind wheel and sat disconsolate on a
messy bank, not knowing what to do
with it. There was a repair kit along,
but she knew nothing of it's use, think
ing it had been put there to balance the
wheel or something Of that sort
At this iuncture, or perhaps it would
be more accurate to say at this pune
ture, there happened along a nice
young man who also rode wheel. He
sprang off on seeing a maiden in dis
tress and asked politely if he could be
Of any assistance. He could, and he
was. The girl sat there and admired
his deft handling Of a tire that had un-
expectedly gone as limp as a rag.
"There,' said the young man cheer
fully. ut is all right now, my lady,"
''Oh, you know who I am" said the
girl, flushing slightly.
Eyes, my lady, but as it is not likely
that you recognize me may 1 have the
pleasure Of introducing myself?"
These board schools in England do
enable young man to express himself
beautifully. Pretty soon there will be
no more dialect stories written, for
which mercy let us be truly thankful
II should be pleased to have you do
so," replied Lady Gwendolen, with dig
nifty, ''that I may know to whom I am
under obligations"
'There is no obligation, my lady. 1t
was delight to serve you. am John
A. Biggs, son Of the blacksmith in Pod
bury-Gosset the village under the
shadow Of Stobcross castle, as one
might say, although it is five miles
away. We do cycle repairing, and if
anything ever goes wrong with your
wheel we will put it right as cheaply
as any other reliable house in the
trade"
'Cheapness has no attrac elton for my
father" said Lady Gwendolen, with
some Of the hauteur of the gentleman
she had mentioned. eve have never
been in the custom of haggling about
price"
The young man bowed and was 81
lent. He was we'll aware Of the earl's
financial principles.
The two rode together along the lane
toward the castle and chatted in the
most amiable manner Of the various
merits Of different machines, and when
they parted at last the girl impulsively
held out her hand, and if he kept it in
his own little longer than was strictly
necessary WHO shall blame him? Not l,
for one. I've done it myself. He made
bold to ask her if she was accustomed
to cycle often in that lane, and she an
swered in a low voice that she was.
But what is the use Of my dwelling
on these details? I know the reader
has already fathomed my shallow plot
There is only one story to write, and
that has been written over and over
and over again. Still am encourage
to proceed because I am dealing with
fact and not with fiction. This is a
plain, unenameled record Of actual