to IBM SCBANTON TBIBUNB-SATURDAY MOBKTNG. SEPTEMBER 19, 1 898. A BICYCLE A STORY OF I EPISODE. Til; PAUSABES. S BY ALFRED R. CALHOUN. S C Copyright. 1800, by the Bacheller Byadicats. PAHT L Mr. Van Cortland-Brown was rich, middle-aired, and a widower. In addi tion to these great advantages, Mr. Van Cortland-Brown had other qualifica tions, which, if not particular to him self, he firmly believed had given him a great lead in life's race over ordinary mortals. He was convinced that there was not a man In the United States who had such very blue Knickerbocker blood In his veins as himself. His intelli gence was not of the highest order, nor his Information the most extensive, yet he had sufficient of both to know tliat the name Brown was English. If It had been plain Brown, so great was his dislike of common things, he would have had it changed by art of the leg islature, but the llnal "e" redeemed It, and Induced him to believe it was of Norman origin and that there was a Browne who taught with 'William the Conqueror at Hastings, and whose name was Inscribed high on the Battle Abbey role. One of Mr. Van Cortland-Hrowne's most precious possessions for apart from Iil4 interst he believed that he had a permanent chattel mortgage on INSTKAH, 11R HECOGNIZKD THE MUSICAL VOICR OF MRS. KL.OYD-FI.OYD JONES. ' the girl was his beautiful and ac complished daughter, Florence, at this time Just twenty-one, und legally her own mistress. Mies Florence Van Cortland-Browne presided over her father's beautiful KUinmer home, at Eagle's Nest on the iHiUitiades. overlooking what hoiiim one has called the "Lordly Hudson." Eagle's Nest wan the center of hos pitality. Its doors were always open to the blue-blooded friends of Mr. Van t'ortland-Browne and his daughter. The most frequent visitor durlntr the euniiner of 895, was Commodore Blake ley Horton-Hmtth, a prosperous, tine looking young broker whose title was given him by tlin nearly unanimous vote of lu St. Oeorge Canoe club. Mr. Van Cortland-Browne's only objections to Commodoru Ulukely Horton-Smlth were nis last iinmo ana tno well-Known faot that his father had made Ills for tnuo in lurd. An becamo a mnn of his antecedents and position, Mr. Van Cortliuul-Browno was gallant to the ladies, ns he him self expressed It "cap a pled." His nearest neighbor was Mrs. MaJ. Floyd Floyd Jones, a widow lady of indepen dent fortune, line presence, and if rumor were to be credited, engaged to Mr. .Van Cortlnnd-Urowne. IA few miles above Eagle's Nest lived Col. Washington Johnson, a southern er, a bachelor of fifty, of doubtful for tune but of positively brilliant antece dents, and, like most men hailing from his section, he was ready to light, if anyone doubted that his family was not only 4 he first In the state but in the whole land. If Col. Washington Johnson had an nounced his porupse to go back to the south and never to return, or If he had been called away by what coroners' Juries used to describe as "a special act of Providence," Mr. Van Cortland Browne would not have regarded eith er event as an irreparable misfortune. It must be acknowledged that while Mrs. MaJ. Floyd-Floyd Jones was a lady of the highest character she was not indifferent to the attentions of the oth--fr sex, even after her engagement to M. Van Cortiand-Browne. And as Col, Washington Johnson, who was a tall, athletlo man, was evidently deter mined to win his way to the widow's heart. If he had to destroy all rivals, the master of Eagle's Nest was not so happy as his blue blood and wealth would warrant. Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne considered himself a handsome man, an opinion shared by Miss Florence, who, in this matter at least, he believed, voiced the opinion of the great world. But, un fortunately, Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne had taken on more adipose tissue in the last few years than was consistent with manly grace and physical activi ty. He consulted the family physician, Dr. Thompson, about this, and Dr. Thompson said: "You don't want medicine, my dear fellow. Co and get yourself measured 'for a bike.. Practice at some school here in the city till you get ready to go to the country, and my word for It, a few months' wheeling about Eagle's Nest will make you as strong as San dow and as healthy and graceful as Apollo." Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne took this advice. Having but little else to do during the months of February, March atid April, he practiced with a persist ency that would have honored a nobler purpose, and, unheeding headers and bruises, he had become an expert, at least in his own opinion, by the middle of May, when he moved with Miss Flor ence and the servants to Eagle's Nest. There was only one thing that tend ed to detract from his self-satisfaction In this accomplishment, and that was that Col. Washington Johnson sat a wheel quite as' gracefully as himself, 1 and, having longer, legs, sent It ahead with more rapidity. ' Mrs. Floyd-Floyd Jones was a most accomplished bicyclist, and though she delighted In setting a rapid pace for Mr Van Cortiand-Browne, he was, on such occasions, more than compensat ed for the effort by her precious com pany. Ah n matter of form, rather than be . cause his Interests required it, Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne went into the city every day, and returned home In time for luncheon In the early afternoon. It was the 3d ec July, ana Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne called his daughter up on the telephone to tell her not to wait lunch, as he would not be home till three o'clock. It had been rain ing, and the wires along the Palisades must have been crossed; but he, be that as it may, Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne. instead of hearing from Miss Florence, recognized the musical voice of Mrs. MaJ. Floyd-Floyd Jones, demanding: "Is that you, Col. Johnson?" Before Mr. Van Courtland-Browne could reply, he heard the colonel say ing: ' "Yes, my dear Mrs. Jones, I want to talk with you." "Oh, I shall be delighted! came the widow's exclamation over the wire. Mr. Van Cortland-Browne's face grew purple, and he stood as If para lyzed with the receiver to his ear, while this conversation took place: Col. Johnson Are you aware, my dear Sirs. Jones, that tomorrow is the Fourth of July Mrs. Floyd-Floyd Jones The explo sion of firecrackers has kept me aWare of that fact for u week. Col. Johnson Have you an engage ment for about sunset tomorrow even ing? Mrs. Floyd-Floyd Jones (sweetly) I have not. Col. Johnson Then will you meet me on your wheel nt Ihe Lookout, and we can come home by the palisade rond? Mrs. Floyd-Floyd Jones With pleas Col. Johnson Then it's a bargain? Mrs. Floyd-Floyd Jones Yes; good- ty. Col. Johnson TJood-by. Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne dropped the receiver by the phone, and dropped himself into a chair. He reached home by three o'clock, and. contrary to his custom, remained in the house for the rest of the day, "nursing his wrath to keep it warm." Miss Florence thought her father was ill, and sought by Borne means to cheer him up, but without effect. During the next twenty-four hours. Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne did the most persistent thinking of his life, the con clusion of which was that he would take his wheel and surprise the perfid ious widow and her hated gallant at the appointed trystlng place. Unheeding the threatening storm, Mr. Browne mounted his wheel and started up the road, which, at points, runs dangerously close to the giddy edge of the towering palisades. If the man could have forgotten him self and his troubles, real or imagined, he would have been struck with the lieauty and sublimity cf the scone, of which he was the center. Away to the west, in the direction of the Hackeii siii k river and the liumapo mountains, heavy, black storm clouds rolled to wards him. The glory from the upper fiery crests was roilected down on for est and Held, till it seemed to glorify the beautiful villas and the curcfully kept gardens by which they were but rounded. A glance to the south would have re vealed the upper bay and the water fronts of the mngnllicetit group of ci ties by which it is surrounded. To his right the verdant hills f" Westchester swept down till they Knelt by the wat ers of the Hudson. Yonkers, Irvlngton and Tarrytown, with the splendid clusters of villas on the heights above, lookeJ more like cities of the mirage than centers of hu man, habitation. Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne saw the tiny row-boat of the fishermen,' like animated specks on the broad breast of the mighty river. He saw yachts and other sailing craft, the sails glowing like luminous opals In the storm light; and he saw the beflagged excursion steamers hastening southward from the picnic grounds up the river. These things did not impress Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne strongly, for he had seen them often before, but he was impressed by the fact that the light ning was flashing overhead, that it was growing rapidly dark, and that a few feet away were the precipitous cliffs of the palisades, dropping in sheer de scent down to the water's edge. Mr. Browne was on the point of dis mounting from his wheel, and seeking the protection of a tree from the now Tailing rain, when to his Indescribable horror, the wheel, like a wild horse, re sisted his control and leaped over the awful, red bank. Had It not been that at that moment the lightning flashed and the thunder HOW FAR HE DROPPED HE COULD NOT TELL. drums of heaven echoed along the pal isades, Mr. Browne's agonized cry would have been heard by the villa residents a quarter of a mile away. The Instinct of self-preservation led the man to reach ont his arms In the effort to stop his downward flight; he was so stunned that he could not think, until he found himself astride a stunt ed cedar tree, whose groaning roots threatened to give way every moment The rain Increased and pourned down the wall of the palisades In torrents. The darkness became absolutely Sty gian. Away to the south he could see the coppery glow of the city's lights on the lowering clouds, and had he the courage to look dTwn. he would have seen -the flashing lights of steamers, whose pignut whistles came like torture to his ears. Hitherto the earth had been a happy and an easy place for Sir. Van Cortiand-Browne, but now that be found himself face to face with a horrible death, he tried to pierce the black clouds and to think of the great be yond. He saw the rockets ah oo ting into the . . . ' " sky along the palisades, as soon as the rain had ceased; and the horror of his awful position was Intensified by the knowledge that not far away thou sands of happy people were enjoying the holiday, all unmindful of the dan ger and the terible anxiety to which a neighbor was being subjected. Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne had been a very proud man, proud of his family, proud of his wealth and proud of what he considered his own superior person ality; but clinging to that frail cedar tree, with his soft, white hands grasp ing at the wet rocks, the meanest crea ture on earth would not have envied him his position. The darkness that shut out the awful depths below but Intensified the danger to his excited imagination. As he clung there, feeling that the roots of the tree must give way at any moment and send him crashing to tne bottom, he heard on the heights above the voice of a negro, blithely singing a plantation melody. Sir. Browne ree ognlzed the voice as that of his own stableman, evidently on his way to THE CEDAR TREE HAD BEEN TORN FROM ITS MOORINGS. visit his sweetheart at Mrs. Major Floyd-Floyd Jones' villa; and the mas ter envied the man. Indeed, so far had Mr. Van Cortland-Browne's pride vanished that at that instant he would gladly have exchanged fortune, family and complexion with his servant. Mr. 'Browne braced himself to shout to the black man on the cliff in the hope of attracting his attention, but, as he inflated his lungs for the effort, he heard, or imagined he heard, the groaning of the cedar tree's roots, and, thinking that his gry would add to the strain and so precipitate the catastro phe, he desisted. Still on the heights above, and even from Ihe vessels on the river, and par ticularly from the direction of the great city to the left, he saw rockets cutting through the black night and bursting Into a rain of mnny-colored tires. Now and then the sound of music came to his ears, blending with the cheers and delighted cries of small boys who are never so happy as when playing with tiro. Resembling the lines of quick, pallid lights that penciled their course on the clouds, there shot across air. Browne's mind green flashes of Jealousy as he gave sudden and momentary thought to Col. Johnson and the beautiful widow whom hn imagined riding hastily home through the storm on their wheels and now enjoying a tete-a-teteln the drawing-room of the latter. If Mr. Browno had not strengthened his muscles by months of blcyclo ef fort he could not have retained his po sition astride the stunted cedar for twenty minutes, but he was in no mood for congratulating himself on his abil ity to defer for a few black hours what seemed to him Inevitable death. Now and then Sir. Browne gave a thought to his daughter, and he felt a pang of remorse ns he recalled his op position to the attentions of Commo dore Blakely Horton-Smllh, and he promised himself that if by any chance he should survive long enough to see the young people he would give them his consent and his blessing. How long the tnlnutes seemed! Each hour was an eternity of indescribable suffering. Although his position astride the cedar tree was much like that in the saddle of a bicycle, there was no correspondence in the comfort. By mid night he began to feel that if the tree did not give way and send him to the bottom he would soon split In two and the halves would go crashing down the Jagged sides of the palisades. Mr. Browne ime at length to think that the sun had gone down for the last time, or at least that the earth had ceased to revolve on its axis, which amounted to the same thing;- and, strange to say, this gave him a spark of comfort, for It meant that the peo ple cheering and setting off fireworks In the upper world could not long sur vive him in the eternal darkness. The wretched man's hands were un fitted for the work to which they were now subjected; white, soft and shape ly, they were torn by his efforts to cling to the rocks on either., side and above his head. At length the rockets ceased, the glow of rornnn candles died out, the shrill yell of the small boy was no long er heard, and the tooting of the steam boat whistles ceased to come up from the river. An appalling silence came to the heights above, but the wind coming down the river and the murmur of the water In the black depths beneath struck his strained ears like the sad dest dirge ever heard by mortal. It was like the dead march played in ad vance lo the condemned soldier as ho is carried blindfolded to the place of execution. We ore told 'that when the box of Pandora was opened all the evils that now afflict mankind Hew out, and that only hope remained behind. As the In terminable hours of horror and dark ness wore away, even hope ceased to give strength to the doomed man, and there came to hs heart hope's black shadow, despair, and he began to feel that It was folly to prolong the effort for life. At length the man's physical torture dominated his mental anguish, and In his desperation to be freed from pain, he decided to change his position. In stead of sitting astride the stunted cedar tree, he determined to drop be neath It and cling to It with his hands. This would have been a dlllcate and difficult undertaking even in the full light of day and with a stronger tree for support, but the nbstacles were In creased a thousand fold by the dark ness, by the slippery rocks down which the water still poured, and by his own physical weakness. Driven to desperation and with bare ly a fragment of presence of mind left. Sir. Browne began to dismount, tak ing care to cling, as a drowning man slings to a spar, to the frail cedar tree. Slr. Browne succeeded In changing his position, and he enjoyed a few seconds of Indescribable relief; but the weight of his body on his arms, which were not those of u trained athlete, soon brought an equally keen pain to his hands and shoulders. He made up his mind that the position astride the tree was better, as a permanent thing than to cling suspended. Even If Mr. Browne had not been ex hausted by his. efforts so far, he could not have performed successfully the turn-vereln act of pulling himself up to a horlontal bar and Bitting astride the same, and this was practically what he had now to do. In his wild struggle he drove his toes Into the crevices, but could gain no foothold. He heard the groaning of the roots above him, and he felt the cedar bend ing down under his weight and efforts. At length there came a crash. The cedar tree had been torn from Its moor ings In the crevice of the Palllsades walland the unfortunate man fell. Nature may seem cruel at times, but when she brings death she Is ever kind ly. Hhe closes the eyes to surround ing dangers, and deadens the brain with an oblivion that blots out the past and makes us Indifferent to the future. Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne knew no more. The gray dawn gradually flushing with a rosier light camo over the West chester hills beyond the Hudson. A silvery mist curtained the waters of the river, and the few white clouds in the zenith, already catching the rayj of the rising sun, gave promise of a reautlful clay, when Mr. Van Cortiand Browne regained consciousness and looked about him. His first impres sion was that he was at the bottom of the Pulisades and that every bone in his body must have been broken. Wheu he' had gained Bufliclent pres ence of mind he began to take an In ventory of his anatomy. He moved ami felt his arms, and rejoiced to find them unbroken, though decidedly stiff. He investigated his legs in the same way, and despair gave plnce to hope in his heart when he found them practic ally uninjured. Sir. Van Cortiand-Browne rose and looked about him. He was on a little plateau Just six feet below the point to which the tree had been clinging the dt-y before. He could not have fallen more than eighteen IncheB, so that his unconsciousness was due to mental shock rather than physical Injury. The plateau had an area of about ten by twenty feet, and below this was a sheer wall of three hundred feet drop plug down to the waters of the Hud son. Although there was no danger, Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne in his ner vousness drew away from the edge. He was about to shout for help, when, to his surprise and horror, he discov ered that his voice had deserted him and that what he intended for a cry for aid died away in a gurgle in his throat. Again despair rose In the ascend ency, for he saw that If he could not raise his voice, to indicate to search ers his whereabouts, that he muBt die In this horrible place of hunger and thirst. The sun rose higher ami higher, ana the ill-starred man's throat and Hps were so parched that he would hava given half his fortune for a drink of water. Gradually he began to think that he was not of so much Importance to the people of the upper world as he had imagined, for though his voice was gone his hearing was intensified, and, strain his ears as ho would, he detect ed no sound of searchers or rescuers. It was high noon when a thrill of Joy stirred his heart at hearing voices on WHEN MR. VAN CORTLAND BROWN REACHED TERRA FIR MA. the cliff above. The loudest of these was that of Commodore Blakely Hor-ton-Smith, who shouted to people, evi dently some distance away: "I have found his wheel! Sly God, he has fallen over the Palisades!" Shrieks and cries of agony came near er and nearer, and he heard some one saying: "Take care of Sliss Van Cortiand Browne. She has fainted." The speechless man on the plateau, It might have been thought, was In no position to give way to anger, yet he soon became so angry as to forgt his thirst, the loss of his voice, the tortures of the past night, and the dangers that environed him; this was caused by hearing Col. Washington Johnson say ing to Sirs. Slajor Floyd-Floyd Jones In soothing accents: "Sly dear Mi s. Jones, pray calm your self. Death comes to all sooner or later. It Is the one thing we have to meet, and we should be prepared for It particu larly In the cose of our friends." "Go away go away!" shrieked Mrs. Floyd-Floyd Jones; "you are a heartless monster!" "Hut I assure you, T mean to be kind," protested Col. Washington Johnson. . "Oh, Sir. Van Cortiand-Browne was so grand, so noble, so everything that was manly and good! I shall never be myself again! This terrible calamity will shadow my life till 1 Join him In the grave!" Then, In a voice Indicative of anger and' Impatience, Sirs. Jones continued: "Why do you stand there. Col. Johnson, with your hands in your pockets? Why don't you mnke a search? Why do you not go down the cliffs and find the remains?" "Well, madam," replied the colonel, gazing over the edge of the precipice, "If I were to go down the cliffs I should soon be a remains myself." The widow's words brought nn In describable comfort to the heart of the unhappy man on the plateau be low. With the suddenness of Its depar ture, his voice came back to him, and, raising to Its loudest, he called out: "My dear Mrs. Floyd-Floyd Jones! I am down here pretty badly wrecked, but If you send me roies to get me up I think I can ride home with you on my wheel." Well, ropes were sent down to Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne, and the young commodore descended the ropes hand over hand and fastened them securely about the man, who, within six months, was to become his father-in-law. Strong arms on the top hauled away at a signal from the commodore, add, when Mr. Van Cortiand-Browne reach ed terra firms, he found the arms of two women about him, and with cries of delight they were kissing his cheeks and wetting them wit,h their tears. The commodore came up the ropes hold over hand without assistance, and Miss Florence, regarding him as her father's deliverer, threatened to swoon again In his arms. It Is a little more that a year since Sir. Van Cortland-Browne's adventure, and if anyone thinks that this episode had been in any way exaggerated he can find that it has really been subdued and toned down from the reality by visiting Eagle's Nest on the palisades and hearing it from his lips of Sir.- and Sirs. Van Cortiand-Browne, who dally make a visit on their wheels to the scene of what threatened to be an awful catastrophe. KITES THE MOTIVE POWER. Boating Without Sails or Oars Now in Order. A most unique ond novel boat is soon to be launched "Down East." 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