The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1902-06-15

was only because she wanted longer ride
back TO Dane Court; and IL she stared up
at all the houses as she passed, II was. Of
course, only to admire the matched roof
| and gabled windows which were the chief
/ beauty OF the village OF Nering.
| Cyril Honeywooe, the heir to the poverty
stricken estate Of Dane Court, and Doro-
thy's cousin, came home that week. II
made no difference TO the village, except
/ that it meant two bicycles flashing about
! instead Of one.
It happened that on the first day Mr..
! Haynes took up his clerical duties again
he met them both in the village, and such
meetings were frequent afterwards. The
curate was never surprised to hear two
| bicycle bells close at his heels, and would
stand aside to allow Miss Lee and her
cousin to pass, always acknowledging
Cyril's salute, but never once encoura ging
them to dismount and speak. But because
he was getting used to seeing them together
so much. il did not follow that he liked the
state Of affairs. Indeed, he frowned in a
most marked way when one Wednesday
evening, on his way to take the 5 o'clock
| service, he saw the two machines reclining
! against the churchyard ratings and won
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/ appearance.
The following afternoon saw him bound
for Dane Court, not through any wish Of
1 his own, but by the wears instructions.
1T is time Mrs. Honeywood received her
parochial visit" Mr.. Cardiff said. But as
he himself did not relish the thought OF
a hot five-mile walk, he assured Mr..
Haynes that on such a glorius afternoon
the walk would be beneficial.
| 1t certainly was glorious afternoon, al
though when the sun is scorching down on
dusty roads, walk along them is not so
inviting; but the curate departed willingly.
He was hurrying on when, as he turned
a bend in the road, very woeful spectacle
met his gaze. Seated on a bank was Dor
uthy Lee, expression of great pain on
her face, and with the bicycle lying in the
road beside her. She looked up apprehen-
sively at the curate's footsteps, and then
as abruptly hid her face In her handker-
chief.
Miss Lee. is anything the matter?''
Down went the handkerchief and up
came very indignant face.
'Of course there is! Should I be sitting
here like an idiot if were all rght?" she
demanded. II had an accident, and have
sprained my ankle"
I'm sorry. Is it very painful?"
He knelt down in the dusty road beside
her and gently touched the pretty shoe;
but Miss Lee pushed him away.
'Dontp she said; cit hurts dreadfully. 1
don't know how I shall get home"
Where is your cousin?" Alexis voice
was cool and almost Indifferent again.
He hasn't come with me. and 1 must
be at least four miles from home"
you are two miles from Vering.
Couldn't you walk IL 1 helped your
Walk? Did yoI ever hear of any one
walking with sprained ankle?'-hesti-
tatingly, as If she herself were not quite
clear on that point 'I tried to get on my
bicycle. but l couldn't 1t was awful when
put my foot to the ground"
''Wil you stay here while I go for help?
Perhaps 1 may meet some one"
wait here alone while you walk two
miles? oh, no, couldn'tr'
II will be very quick"
you couldn't be back in less than three
quarters of an hour'-with conviction-"and
anything may happen in that time. can't
walk step"
Couldn't you sit on the machine If /
wheeled you along?"
Miss Lees eyes flashed scornfully.
Let you wheel me into vering? 1
couldn't. Never mind: leave me alone. I
shall have to wait here till Cyril comes to
look for me-"
The curate rose to his feet. "You think
he will come soon?" he asked stifiy.
HE may come when it gets dark, not be-
fore. Oh, go away and leave met
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chief again Mr. Haynes looked soreIy
perplexed.
you cannot sit here until it gets dark
he said at last. decidedly. Perhaps I
could carry you
Garry me? Two miles?' Dorothy
blushed scarlet and cried all the more.
Alick felt he had been brutal. Don't
cry" he said presently; that won't mend
matters. Try TO think what is to be DONE -
There is only one thing you can do"
said the girl, in a mufied tone, 'and-and
you would never consent to that No: I
must stay here. l suppose"
'T would consent to anything that would
help you. Miss Lee answered the young
man. impulsively TELL me what it is"
Miss Lee shook her head, but after much
persuasion looked up.
| w ny, the only tnlnB Is 1Dr you 10 rlOe
my bicycle back TO Vering for help and I
know you won't do that. but you would
make me tell you-there!'
Dorothy screwed her handkerchief into a
ball and looked miserable.
mo. I couldn't do that" The curate's
voice was rough and startled and he turned
away with dignity.
Dorothy sighed. "Of course, knew you
wouldn't" she said. "You must go and
leave me. Good-by." and she turned her
head away resolutely.
Mr.. Haynes did not move. He told him
self he would never ride a bicycle But to
leave her alone? No, he could not do that.
II have never ridden bicycle in my life -
he said, more to himself than to the girl
Its very easy. You have only to stick
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