Read the excerpt from "A Century Ride.”"Shall I go?” were the words which would have issued from her pretty lips, one day, a week later (had she been in the habit of talking to herself), as she finished reading a long and chatty letter inviting her to "come away North, and spend the holidays,” and concluding with these words: "We are fifty miles from everywhere, and our roads are splendid, so you had better bring your bicycle, or velocipede, or whatever it is you ride to the horror and confusion of Auntie.”