The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1904-04-01
LOVE ON WHEELS.
BY JOHN WICKLIFFE GRAY.
Would she come to-day?

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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 it on the sidewalk-the lights
and shadows Of the past shining dimly
through the features of those who
| hurry by.
| But the speculation of John Ha-
every morning for two weeks it 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 lime 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. 1t 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.
Il think he might take a bit more
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, l think. How
does that sound, John?" he added,
cheerily
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 tae
street
Yes, there she was. The same nat
ty, tailor-made riding skirt and jacket;
the same fluffy, dark hair that refused
to be kept under the jauntiest of little
caps
The girl glanced up and-was it
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 a
day or so.' he continued, afer the in
terruption.
"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,
Ell. 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 it was glorious to have even
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
it wound in and out like a snake.
crossed a little bridge and then
wormed its way around the hill. 1t
needed only a companion to make the
day and his enjoyment perfect. And
naturally he reverted to 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 not see
her again. he had come out alone.
Suddenly, out of by-path, the girl
of his thoughts darted. There was a
simultaneous twist of front wheels
away from each other to. avoid a col
lision. In moment they were con.
templating each other, with a foot oil
each on tie ground and their handle
bars touching.
There was simultaneous laugh.
Pardon me-" he said, removing his
cap.
There's nothing to pardon" she
said, smilingly, as both wheels were
righted. John knew instinctively that
she would smile like that.
II see l have bent several spokes,"
said Jonn. Il suppose might as well
straighten them now" he added.
John took out his kit, only to find
his wrench missing.
May / borrow your wrench" he
asked.
Certainly, Mr.. Haworth," she an
swered. |
You know my name?" he ex-
claimed, delighted as well as surprised
at the turn of affairs.
Eyes, l was at college with your sis
ter. And l want to thank you for a
beautiful silk shawl you sent me.
though we have never met l am JOS
ephine Randall" A scarcely perceptible
color mounted to her cheek as she ex-
tended her hand. John remembered.
now, the shawl he had placed in the
AFOREMENTIONED box of curios for hi;
sisters chum, Miss Randall, who was
frequently mentioned in the letters he