The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1904-03-31
LOVE ON WHEELS.
BY JOHN w1cK11FrE GRAY.
Would she come TODAY,

invalid's chair and scanned every vehi-
Gle that appeared from the uptown
horizon. He was seated in the big
bay window that looked out over the
trees and meadows and winding roads
and paths Of the park. Now and then
the light June breeze waited across
the street the prattle of half dozen
children at play on the greensward
nearest where the invalid sat. To the
philosophic and the speculative, it was
an ideal spot to study human nature as
We find 1t on the sidewall1-the lights
and shadows of the past shining dimly
through the features of those who
hurry by.
But the speculation of John Ha-
worth ran in another direction. And
every morning for two weeks 1t had
been the same. Before that time he
had helped to pass the tedious hours
by watching the faces just below him
on the street from the time they came
into good view four doors north or
south until they were gone, to give
place to others.
There was look of eagerness on the
invalid's face as he glanced at his
watch for the fifth time within the half
hour. It lacked but five minutes now
OF the. time when the Bicycle Girl, as
he chose to call her, would pass
through the entrance of the park al
most opposite.
think he might take bit mora
| exercise, walking in the park, for in
stance. in the next day or So" John
turned to see his mother and DR.. Nc
rae. the family physician. enter the
room. There will be NO, further ne
cessity for my services. ! think. How
does that sound, John?"o he added,
cheerily. 'fs'y'7 ts'iH IA s'lit,i $50
almost as good as the sight OF
home after! two years in the Philip
pines. Doc. / think" he broke off
suddenly and turned his eyes to the
street ~ "a 2Ho .r.pf.is,H 81 ,sl3
Yes there she was. The same nat
| ty, taflor-made riding skirt and jacket;
the same fluffy, dark hair that refused
to be. kept under the jauntiest of little
caps. ,..a;..f.,..
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bow? Or had she merely turned her
head to guide her wheel into the park
| driveway. Who was she? he wondered,
as he had scores of times before in
those two weeks he had been sitting
by the window slowly regaining the
health that long fever had stolen.
Il think. I'll get out my bicycle in q
i .6oas mr., Gu ~ ho oou+{ouod oso,, 49, &c,
terfuption. li'.
"A good idea, but. mind you, not too
much at first. Take it easy. and the ex-
ercise will be Of as much benefit as
double the amount of indoor labor
with dumb bells, answered the doctor.
"A case of pleasure and medicine,
eh. Doc?" said the invalid. with a
smile.
Yes, pleasure is half the cure, with
exercise or medicine" he answered.
1t was three days later that Johns
bicycle, the trusted servant Of other
days. was brought forth from the at
tic and, with the help Of the porter.
put in condition.
All. but 1t was glorious to have even
a little strength to pedal, thought John.
as he took his first ride through the
park. He was on the bicycle path
that ran down among the alders, where
ii wound in and out like a snake.
crossed little bridge and then
wormcd Its way around the hill. it
needed only a companion to make the
day and his enjoyment perfect. And
naturally he reverted 10 the Bicycle
Girl who crossed into the park every
morning.
He had not seen her since that day
when DR.. McRae was in the room, AMI
now, three days after. in desperation
and growing fear that he would moi see
her again. he had come out alone. j.
i Suddenly, out of by-rath, the girl
of his thoughts dartsd. There was a
simultaneous twist of front wheels
away from each other to avoid a COL
lision. In a moment they were con.
templating each other, with foot 81
each on tSe ground and their hands
bars touching. 3ua ~ ,ts agi44i..
There was simultaneous laugh.
! Pardon me-" he said, removing his
cap.
There's nothing to pardon" she
said, smil.ngly. as both wheels were
righted. John knew instinctively tina,
she would smile like that. f
Il seal have bent several spolzes.
said Jonn. Il suppose might as vel
straighten them now" he added.
John took out his kit, only to find
his wrench missing.
MAY l borrow your wrench?" b,
! asked.
Certainly. Mr.. Haworth." she an
swered. 7,
"You know my name?' he ek
claimed, delighted as we'll as surprise,
7 at the turn of affairs. Il t. a4ii
eyes. l was at college with your sis
/, ter. And I want to thank you for
beautiful silk shawl you sent me
though we have never met. am Jos
ephine Randall" A scarcely perceptibl
color mounted to her cheek as she ex
tended her hand. John remembered
now, the shawl he had placed in tn,
homeward-b bound box Of curios for hi
sisters chum. Miss Randall, who wa
frequently mentioned in the letters b