Out Of Pure Philanthropy

About four o'olock the other afternoon a half -dozen members of the Tioga ■wheelmen Btarted from tlie clubhouse for a spin down to Point fireeze, says the Philadelphia Record. As they curved their wheels out of Verangvi Btreet and i uto Broad street a tall, portly and pom,ous man of middle age, and with mustaches waxed a la militaire, Etepped out into the roadway, and in a voice fuH of command yellcd: "Stop!" The cyclists instantly dismounted. "What's the matter?" inquired one. "You've g-ot no lamps ou j-our wheels," said the pompous man. "Why, you must have wheels in j-our head," replied one of the riders; "we don't have to carry lamps in daylig-ht." "Say. are you a bicycle cop'.' Where's your star?" asked another wheelman. "I heg your pardon, gentlemen, if you took me for a polieeman you owe me au apology. Out of pure kindness I stopped you to cali your attention to the fact that it ■nill be dark in a few hours, and I should bate to see Buch nice looking1 fellows run in ior riding without a light. By the way, pentlemen, I am introducing a new and improved bicycle lantrn, warranted not to go out in the stifiVst wind or over tlie roughst road. Throws a brilliant - " "Come off! Is that what you stopped us for?" Certainly. I can ehow you testimoniáis - " Seat! Scatterl You're oecupying our air!" and away the wheelmen went down Broad Btreet.