The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1875-07-01
"The doctor says he is dead"
Maud knew no more.
The MelOdiOns Mule.
How He interrupted An Affecting
Tale OF Affection.

No one could say who owned that mule.
Small boys had pelted him with liberal hand
and the police had made glorious but un-
successful efforts to ensnare his wayward
slept and turn him over to the pound !
master.
A gray mule, we'll put together for an
animal of the kind. The rotundity of form
which distinguished the well-fed mule was
lacking. A bite of grass here and there,
an occasional thistle head, nibble ct a |
passing load of hay, may blunt the edge of
hunger, but will not produce plumpness
nor good nature. lie had wandered from |
hpma IT, u. 'vistsn's twins 'io'''
.;., Str.nye adventures, ard of seeing the
o-,a His owner had been left one mule
loss. AMI mayhap he had searched long
and diligently, and been patient and nope
f,l trusting that the wheel of time would
turn an / return the mourned estray.
Down the street-around the corner
the gaslight playing for moment on his
faded coas--and the mule crowded close TO
the fence and peered over with hungry
ewes at the juicy green grass. Ihus nave
we raised the curtain of fact and lntroduc
ed to orchestra, parquette, boxes aud gal
t lerv the leading character, ayins not Tue
, rnle of the old man, but the role OF TIE cid
! mule.
! In the parIor sat the lovers. She was
e hooutiful--he was worth 500 shares OF the
t Lake Shore stock, aud was interested IN d
e bri1oe contract where there was chance
5 for a splendid grab. lie loved, and ne
e t,usted that she reciprocated. lie lac
" come prepared to announce his love- anc
l. she hIusbed as she read the fact in hi'
eyes.
is "My dear Isabella he commenced, az
he ten ierly pressed her soft fingers; :
think you
"Ge-haw, Gee-haw!" roared the way
c. ward mule. rendered melancholy by tn
y s;cht Of the bountiful supper just beyon
his nose.
ey The fair Isabella srrang up IN alarm
y. and If was several minutes before the youn
ot- man with Lake Shore stock couid iuie
y. her.
IDS at is nothing but mule" be explain
MS ed, as he looked from the open WINDOW
eat and he scowled darkly at the wandere
and made threatening gestures.
;s She sat down again, ~and the painful
Zen lence was at length broken by his graspir
we of her hand and saying:
- 81 have to day beenanalyzng my fe
me inss toward you, and l find that
/ "Oh hoo haw, gee haw--gee-ha"!
'r nounced the homeless, houseiess niue,
w ,an he caught the scent of roses and tul
from the lawn. lie saw things as m
sees tbem-he hungered as mules hunger
dts that beast agan!" whispered l.;
we'd '""'
-. Shore stock, as the fair Isabella uttere
IA little shrek of alarm.
He went to the window and ordered
gray haired outcast to move on to fe
~ that locality without any unnecessary
law, and secure standing room on the c
ovo3 mon.
They sat down again. He had SO
thing of interest to communicate, and
had curiosity to know what 1t was. \
utes ticked away before be looked into
lustrous eyes again. lie thought he
the light of love Ginning brightly, anc
1. stele his arm along the sofa and said:
"You must have scen-you must X
that u"
80 h-h gee ges-ah ha! ah-h ca
voice from beneath shs window. /,
not the voice of n drifting sailor,
down to a dark, deep grave after 4
struggle for life. II was not the voice
lost child crylpg out as he stumbled thI
the darkness, longing foS the strong
of a father to enfold it. II was the
of the old gray mule, quavering stra
as hunger brought up recollectiOns o.
in her cribs and timothy hay.
What A smile fitted across her face.
ccomp human soul is so constructed that on