Abe Perkins and Si Prime were ardent rivals for the hand of the charming widow Gray. The widow rather liked both of them, but with typical feminine perversity, refused to express any decided preference for either. Si's feelings may be ...See moreAbe Perkins and Si Prime were ardent rivals for the hand of the charming widow Gray. The widow rather liked both of them, but with typical feminine perversity, refused to express any decided preference for either. Si's feelings may be imagined when, calling on tie widow one day, he discovered that she was going out riding in Abe's buggy. Si had rather hoped that she would go walking with him. While Si was sulking after his rival's triumphant exit, a man on a motorcycle arrived on the scene. There was a seat on the motorcycle whereon a passenger might be carried. A sudden brilliant scheme flashed into Si's placid rural mind. Hastily diving into his jeans, he brought out a large wad of money, and bought the motorcycle. A few hasty directions from the man convinced Si that running a motorcycle was ridiculously easy. Mounting his newly-acquired property, he set off in pursuit of the buggy. As luck would have it, Abe had been obliged to stop in order to mend one of the reins. The widow, impatient of the delay, and filled with astonished awe at Si's motorcycle, readily accepted his invitation to take a ride. Abe finished mending his trace, and rode despondently back to town. When he drew up in front of the village garage, his eyes fell on an automobile for sale at an almost unbelievably reasonable price. If Abe had known anything about automobiles the price might well have given him pause. But he didn't. So he bought it and set out after the motorcycle. Long since, Si had discovered that the motorcycle had not quite the same docile nature he had at first fondly supposed. After ten minutes of riding the widow was reduced to a state of incoherent terror. Finally they hit a rock and stopped. Just at this moment Abe arrived in his machine, picked up the bruised and indignant widow, grinned at his rival, and sped down the road at a spanking gait of six miles per hour. The discomfited Si followed on his wounded but yet unconquered motorcycle. When Abe and the widow arrived at her home the machine gracefully and unostentatiously blew up. While Si was laughing at Abe, the ruffled widow swept into the house, vowing she would never speak to either of them again. Written by
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