The Fault Of The Wheel

"It was funny seeing papa trying to ride my wheel the other night. He took ei noti on that it was easy and that it was all foolishuess falliug off and getting hurt. He had been watchiug me abont 15 minutes, and he asked meto let hjm take a iry at it. "He waltzed up and steadied the wheel wiih ono hand. Fe gave a little eonteiaptuous sueer, pushsd the wheel and started off. He did it so coolly that hO a?tnally lauded in the wheel and got his feet on the pedáis somehow. It was down a 3'ttle slant, and away he went iliok as gi-eu.se, liis feet bobbing up and down like machinery. It was glorious 'un, and papa looked like some sort of íoy being tvorked by the motion of the bicycle wheeLs. "Down, down ho went in perfeotly jlorious fashion until all at once, quick is lightning. without any waruing, the svheel just dasfasd into a tree and spilt papa on the hard ground. He was awf ully hurt. Ho had to go on crutches all the next day and is limping yet. "And what do you suppose he said to me wheu he carne tottering back. 'Ytra've got totakethat infernal bicycle back tomorrow. There's something wrong with it. I haven't paid a cent for it, and I won 't. You can't pay me to take it. Seud it back. ' Papa says he i chif t ride if hts wheel isn't srood. " -