The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1875-04-29
Coming for Him.


We hope that with the passing away of
the snow win disappear all temptation to
repeat the disgraceful scene enacted on
Nunson street on Friday afternoon. As
near as we can ascertain, the particulars
are as follows:
Mr.. Robinson, who occupies the house
next north of Merrill's grocery, was en-
raaed in shcyeling the snow from the.
roof into the street. During the work sh6
heard scream from below, and lookil
over the cornice he saw q man with han,
neck and clothes full of snow, dancing up
! and down on the walk and shaking his fist
toward Mr.. Robinson.
| "What do you mean by throwing your
blasted snow over mes" gasped the
stranger.
"Who threw snow ON you 81 very nat
urally INQUIRED Mr.. Robinson. there being
every probability in the world that it was
thrown on him several days before.
You did just this mint" asserted the
stranger, most positively.
"Well, / didn't mean TO throw 1t on
| you. How'd l know you were theres"
said Mr.. Robinson, feeling that the oc-
casion called for some firmness.
"Why in thunder amt you looking to
see what you're doin', and not be f1inging
| your snow all over creation, burying up
respectable people?" demanded the
stranger.
"Who are you, anyways" said Robin
son, raising his voice to the key adopted
by the stranger.
I'm teach you who am if you douce
me again with your avalanche" screamed
| the stranger.
Both men were now talking at the top
of their voices-being some twenty feet
apart-and several windows in the neigh
borhood went up.
"What do you mean by talking TO me
that way ?" screamed Robinson.
I'm show you, if you come down here,
you dough faced guillotine," shrieked the
stranger.
Don't you call me names" roared
Robinson, cor I'll come down there and
split your head open with this snow
shovel"
"Oh, Just you come, just you come"
screamed the stranger with the snow in
his neck, going passionately through the
motions of blacking pair of imaginary
ewes. That's all ask you, you cock.
eyed bedbugl"
"Stop your hollering around here, you
bow-legged reptile" yelled Robinson,
dancing on the edge of the roof in an
ecstacV OF rage, Ut i III buuiiuci tiC iiShbo
out of you in about - Murder he'll"
And in an instant the frightened man
was sailing toward the walk, madly claw
ing the air with pair of legs and a long.
handled snow-shovel. The occupants of
the windows sent up scream of horror,
while the individual on the walk gave
one frenzied glance at the approaching
spectacle and turned about and fled dis
tractedly up the street, shouting "Fire!'
and "Police!' at every jump.
Robinson struck into the snow with
velocity that nearly unjointed his neck, but
he was on his feet in an instant, actively
warding off the blows of an imaginary
assaiant, and crying at the top of his
voice:
keep him off'n me. Helpl help! for
the sake of my family help me-"
Mr.. Merrills, who had been attracted to
the door by the noise, came out and took
him by the arm, and told him the stranger
had fled.
Gomez" quickly calculated MIR. Rob
inson, looking hurriedly around" It IS
well he has. | was coming for hlm, Mer
rills; coming for him hot, and guess he
saw il. it."-Ddnb,yy Nelos.