Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1906-05-31

tcStCu. ne SIduUcu my MANU- Vic
fellow, you're brick ! dunno who
You are, but you are. Seel" He dug
me in the ribs.
"Er-yes" | agreed. you go up
Ill bring the bicycle"
Good ole bike" He staggered up
the steps Come long. ole man. You
fine the keyhole LIN fine the
hey" He fumbled in his pocket for
z long time Then he produced key
and fourished it triumphantly. Have
you got it?"
"The bicycle? oh. yesl" AS mat
ter of fact, I had left it below. but
judged that he would not notice.
mo. no! The keyhole."
II can't put the bicycle down" |
pretended You must open the door "
Never mind. ole man. ! don't mine
You see me fine it." He made num-
Der of wild prods at the door. After
some minutes chance led him to the
keyhole, He turned the key and fell
headlong inside. | stepped by him
with an imaginary bicycle, till J
reached the foot Of the stairs, where |
bad left mine Then lit the gas.
WHY" ! cried. in pretended aston
ishment "If haven't brought ur
mine instead of yours!" He looked
at the machine and laughed uproar
iously.
Il thought you'd had a drop toe
much" he chuckled Scuse my men
tionin' it, ole fellow"
"Pll change them" volunteered
fetched up his bicycle. There you
are"
Here ! am. ole chap" he agreed
He was sitting on the door mat with
his hat on one side of his head. Il
I'm all RI"
"Georgel" cried the shrlll voice tha'
remembered. "Georgel" He looked
round in alarm.
"She won't think I'm all RI he
whispered.
"Georgel George!"
Yes, m dear"
why did you 90 out again." Evil
GENTLY she bad heard me on my pre-
vious visit.
Flesh other bike. m dear. That's
all ri. I'm all ri. My fren' here's
all RI"
Friend! Pretty time Of night TO
bring home friends" He shook his
head at me till his hat fell on.
Il didn't, M dear He-he brought
me"
"A nice state you must be in"
I'm all RI" He made wild mo
tions to me. TELL her I'm all RI"
We've been out together" | ex-
p.ained.
now" said the shrill voice, YOU'D
better go out alone
| | promptly slammed the door and
went.
absent minded" | said to myself
as | rode along. Amelia will never
be able to say such a thing again
"Hulloa!" cried a loud voice.
Something seemed to grow out q
the fog In front Of me, and | found
myself. the bicycle and a policeman
mixed up in the road.
where's your lamp" he demand
ed. when We had extricated OUT
selves.
MY lamp?
"Your lamp" he repeated, sternly.
III must have gone out. Ter
give dollars" he said. lis thu
fine" | pressed half dollar int
his hand. "Howsomever a lamI
wouldn't be much use to you in thu
fog: but you ought to light it, sir
Il did" said, but" ! noticed
suddenly that the lamp on my bicyci'
was not my lamp Then | noticed tina
the bicycle was not my bicycle. l
was in fact. a shabby patched-up OLE
machine, rather worse than those tina
they let out on hire.
"I-he-it-the mani | stammered
1T isn't mine" The policeman looke'
at me suspiciously.
mot yourn? What do you mean
| told him about the rough man VIII
rode into me, and he rubbed NJ
chin thoughtfully.
Seems as he must have change
EN-" he said. Il s'pose you might D
willing to give reward If you was t
recover it?"
Certainly"
Five dollars. p'raps?"
Five dollars" ! agreed.
Then" he stated, II think II migh
be done. II was Mike Martin. That
who it was. He was talking to pa
lust now, outside Reilley's saloon, abou
bike that he'd come by cheap. IL
a pound to an orange that he's ther
, now. You come along with me, SIT.
went with him down some SID
streets till the lights OF publ
. house doomed through the fog.
This is the place" be pronounce
..and-why, there's a bike outside
What make was yourn, sir?
"Fleetster; 26-inch frame. Rubbe
nedalge sitsoft saddle. Celluloi
, | ,oudguards"