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"He's riding out of sight!" thought Shuey, in the rear. He himself did not slacken his speed, although he could not be in time for the catastrophe. Suddenly he stiffened; Winslow was close to the runaway wheel. "Grab her!" yelled Shuey. "Grab her by the belt! Oh, Lord!" The exclamation exploded like the groan of a shell.
Shuey would have beguiled the way by describing the rooms, but Armorer was in a raging hurry and urged his guide over the ground. Once they were delayed by a bundle of stuff in front of a door; and after Shuey had laboriously rolled the great roll away, he made a misstep and tumbled over, rolling it back, to a tittering accompaniment from the sewing-girls in the room.
He brought both his heels together and bowed solemnly, bending his head at the same time. "Pleased to meet you, sir," said Shuey. Then he assumed an attitude of military attention. "Take us up in the elevator, will you, Shuey?" said Harry. "Step in, Mr. Armorer, please, we will go and see the reproductions of the antique; we have a room upstairs." Mr.
Here Shuey made a run, letting the wheel have its own wild way to reach the balance. "Keep the front wheel under you!" he cried, cheerfully. "Niver mind where you go. Keep a-pedalling; whatever you do, keep a-pedalling!" "But I haven't got but one pedal!" gasped the rider. "Ye lost it?" "No; I never had but one! Oh, don't let me fall!"
She was thus sitting and sewing when she beheld an extraordinary procession cross the Hopkins lawn. First marched the tall trainer, Shuey Cardigan, who worked by day in the Lossing furniture-factory, and gave bicycle lessons at the armory evenings. He was clad in a white sweater and buff leggings, and was wheeling a lady's bicycle.
Ellis's reducers that his words were weighty. And when at last Shuey said, "I got what you need," Mrs. Ellis listened. "You need a bike, no less," says Shuey. "But I never could ride one!" said Margaret, opening her pretty brown eyes and wrinkling her Grecian forehead. "You'd ride in six lessons." "But how would I look, Cardigan?" "You'd look noble, ma'am!"
She blesses Shuey to this day for the shout he sent up, "Nobody killed, and I guess no bones broken." When Margaret went home that evening, having seen her friend safely in bed, not much the worse for her fall, she was told that Cardigan wished to see her. Shuey produced something from his pocket, saying: "I picked this up on the hill, ma'am, after the accident.
Immediately, a short but powerfully built man, whose red face beamed above his dusty shoulders like a full moon with a mustache, emerged, and waved his hand at the sideboard. "I could tackle the two of them, begging your pardon, ladies." "That's Cardigan," explained Harry, "Miss Armorer may have told you about him. Oh, SHUEY!" Cardigan approached and was presented.
"Well, no, ma'am," said Shuey, patiently. "Don't you be scared; the riding will come; she's getting on grandly. And ye should see Mr. Winslow. 'Tis a pleasure to teach him. He rode in one lesson. I ain't learning him nothing but tricks now." "But, Mr. Winslow, why don't you ride here with us?" said Sibyl, with her coquettish and flattering smile. "We're always hearing of your beautiful riding.
"We're stuck, sir, fast!" "Can't you get down either?" "Divil a bit, saving your presence, sir. Do ye think like the water-works could be busted?" "Can't you make somebody hear?" panted Armorer. "Well, you see there's a deal of noise of the machinery," said Shuey, scratching his chin with a thoughtful air, "and they expect we've gone up!" "Best try, anyhow.
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