River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1875-06-25


chance for splendid grab. He loved,
and he trusted that she reciprocated.
He had como prepared 10 announce his
love, and she blushed as she read the
fact in his eyes.
my dear Isabella" he commenced,
as he tenderly pressed her soft fingers,
Il think you"
"Gee.haw Gee.haw" roared the
hayward mule, rendered melancholy by
the sight of the bountiful supper just be-
yond his nose.
The fair Isabella sprang up in alarm,
and it was several minutes before the
young man with the Lake Shore stock
could quiet her.
1T is nothing but mule" he explain
ed, as he looked from the open window;
and he scowled darkly at the wanderer,
and made threatening gestures.
She sat down again, and the painful
silence was at length broken by his grasp.
ing her hand and saying:
Il have to-day been analysing my feel
ings towards you, and find that"
"O-h hoo-haw, gee-haw-gee-haw J"
announced the homeless, houseless mule,
as he caught the scent ofroses and tulips
from the lawn. He saw things as mules
sees them he hungers as mules hunger.
Its that beast againp' whispered
Lake Shore stock, as the fair Isabella Ut
tered little shrek of alarm.
He went to the window and ordered
the gray-haired outcast to move onto
leave that locality without any unneces-
sary delay, and secure standing room on
the common.
They sat DOWN again, He had some
thing Of interest to communicate, and
she had q curiosity to know what it was.
Minutes licked away before he looked
into her lustrous eyes again. He
thought he saw the light Of love shining
brightly, and he stole his arm along the
sofa and said:
"You must have seen you must know,
that i"
"0.h.h! gee-gee-ah-ha I! ah-hai" came
voice from beneath the window. 1t was
not the voice of a drifting sailor, going
down to dark, deep grave alter gall
liant struggle for life. 1t was not the
voice of lost child crying out as it stun.
bled through the darkness, longing for
the strong arms of a father to enfold it.
1t was the voice Of the old gray mule,
quayering strangely as hunger brought
up recollections of corn cribs and timothy
hay.
A smile fitted across her face. The
human soul is so constructed that one
may smile at victorious, exultant cham
pion, or at downcast, discouraged mule.
Lake Shore stock approached the win.
dow again, and as he brandished his fist
in the air, he warned the intruder to dis.
solve in the dim distance, under penalty
Of being found dead with severed Jug
ular.
When rubber ball is hattencd it will
spring back to its original shape as soon
as the pressure is removed. When a
lovers declaration has been thrice bro
ken in upon, his thoughts are slow in
gathering. They sat there and gazed at
TIE opposite wall as if waiting for rail.
road train, but she finally glanced up
coyly and lovingly and whispered:
You were about to say something y
81 was" he whispered in return, reach.
gin out for her hand. "lhe public have
acknowledged me as ysur-your favored
sutton for months past, and this fact has
emboldened me to-"
"Hip-hup-haw-gee-haw.ah" came o
voice on the night breeZe-a voice which
. halted and gasped and hesitated as if the
owner had risen from beside the grave Of
loved, lost friend. 1t was not the voice
of troubadour warbling words of an.
guish set rhyme. It was not the voice Of
a lone night bird calling for its lost
mate. 1t was the voice of that same
mule calling to the lilac bushes to come a
little nearer-to come and get bite.
as that an odious COW ;" she softly
inquired.
"No-it's blasted mule :" he exclaim.
ed.
"Such LANGUAGE, sir r. she said as she
rose up.
''Such mule, madam he replied.
pointing to the window. I'll kill the
mantle mule--that has dared to come
between US 70 he shouted, and he rushed
from the mansion.
He pelted that age-worn mule with
lawn ornaments; he belted him with a
picket torn from the fence; he pursued
his retreating form and battered it with
stones picked from the street or found
alongside the curbstone.
Hating under lone tree on the dreary
common--gazing through the deep shad.
ows Of night to discover why pursuit was
at last abandoned, the old gray mule
seemed to realize that, even as mule, il
was safe to have an accident insurance
ticket in his pocket, and he sighed and
gasped and TREMENDOUSLY soliloquized:
"Gee.hdw - gee-ah - r.r-r.rdW - &c.
hdw! :"
And the shadows grew deeper, the
night breeze sighed with renewed loneli'
ness, the stars nestled behind the clouds
to sleep, and he felt that he was mnle
beloved by none.
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