The Sunday globe., 1901-07-07

my feet on the stirrups-pedals, he
called them. After the hardest hours
work Of my life, l could navigate alone
about IS feet.
Now, l want to teach you how to
get of, said Dnnie,
Hadn't I better learn how to get on
first?'
"Oh, you can stand it up by the curb
and do that easily, Jimmie Michael
the crack rider, says any fool can climb
on, it takes an artist to get of-suc-
cessfully."
told my tutor l thought one more
lesson would make me proficient, and
we trundled the wheel back to the
house. We were at loss where to
stable it.
"I'u fix it," said Dennie "Ill drive
big nail up behind the front door;
YOU car wrap it with cloth and hang
the wheel there
You think that it will be safe?'
"How's anybody going to steal it
when they don't know it's there?
On Sunday afternoon, o'clock
found me at the G street diningroom.
Mr.. Stiyers soon entered alone.
"I had to put it off until next Sun
day. She promised then she'd go, How
about that evening I was to have IN
Your society,"" he added.
Suppose we call it the Friday fol-
lowing" said |. And if you don't
have your wife here next Sunday
never will trust another man as long
as ! live
Times flies fast when one is at work.
Mrs Edenworth pounded away on the
typewriter every night, refusing my
proffers of assistance. Three evenings
"all by my lonesome | devoted to my
bicycle exercise. and Thursday night,
well.nigh exhausted, | remained in
doors Ida arrived first,
"G wish you could have been over at
Alma's the night we organized. OF
course I can't tell you anything about
the secret work"
81 wouldn't ask it," said l.
Al the same time | was repeating
the password.
After we got through with our bu
siuess, Alma gave us an imitation OF
how she enteTtains her company She
puts a high-back caneseat chair in the
middle of the room. That's for It,
Then she places a low rocker some dis
tance away. She says this clinging,
hold-yOur.hand style will do for the
little woman. Alma is built on gener-
Gus lines. In this rocker you can lie
almost at full length, like one in a bar
bers chair She calls it a shape
shower and it certainly deserves the
name. Now I know you are not com
Portable. she says to the victim, as
she lolls at her ease. Poor devil, ne
can't rest his arms on the back Of the
chair and If he is a sawed-off his feet
just drag the floor"
"I see. She accentuates his discom.
fort with her ease"
Then she showed us a device called
the long-waist former. You know these
waists look tackey This is
a piece of steel hooked on the corset
and tape carried around the body
holds il I'm place. You tuck the shirt.
waist under the tape which leads back
over the hips, and there you are"
Olga entered the room at this mo.
ment,
Goodbye, girls; I'm going to leave
you. Mats sent for me already. He's
the best boy ever was My first beau
and my last one" and she held up
huge envelope.
whats 50 many stamps for?' asked
Ida.
cone Of them is a special delivery,
and the others-well, he wrote me
more than one page" returned Olga.
Don't we hear it-part of it, any
how?
"Yes, there's a verse in here | want
Mrs. Roland to hear She's a Judge OF
sentiment You know after Nat left
the high school he took a course in
mining engineering up in Connecti-
cut. Then he made three or four trips
with prospecting parties through west
ern North Carolina and East Tennes.
see, more for completing mis- education
than anything else. So, when he got
tins Colorado offer he knew he could
Oh the bill It's from the same com
pany he made the last Tennessee trip
with"
congratulated her on her good for
tune, while Ida kissed her and said:
Girl, / hate to give you up. But take
81, sweetheart Life there and life here
are as far removed as the poles and
the equator. This is the hot house
that the wildwood. Here you see a few
plants in the park, labelled ,sMustnr
touch' There mountain and vale is
a veritable carpet Of flowers
Nat says no. That's just what he's
talking about"
Olga took her pocketbook from a
drawer in the dresser.
"Pansies always were lucky to me, ="
she continued. as she held to view a
little bunch Of fadea flowers. Il wore
these the night Nat left He has the
other half Of the bunch, he tells me.
But let me read you:
Dear gall he begins. "He never
called me anything else but gal; says
if g. a cross between familiarity and
endearment, i arrived at Aspen o. K
The town lies in a giant cup, the noun.
tains rising thousands Of feet on every
side supposed TO be the crater of a
long since extinct volcano. On one
side is a narrow fissure, where the 20 q
road snakily winds it's way into the
city The mountain sides are honey
cOmbed with holes. Tuese are the en-
. frances 20 the mines. One Of them
Mollie Gibson, for years had on output
OF a million q month, ! am told, Fol
/ lowing the mineral the shafts and tun
nels extend for miles. AT vast depth
/ they pass under the city and the river
+ joining their sister shafts on the op
. posite side Of the cup, Think Of that
/ Living iu a city with miners delvinl
for silver thousands Of feet below tht
hum Of traffic ! had no time Sor eX
ploratiOns I met Henry, my associate
and we hurried on over to the smelt
ers the same afternoon. In the cit,
the smOkestacK Of the smelter runs VI
something like 300 feet in the air, an,
the fumes of sulphur, with which al
mineral is more or less imprcgnated