The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1875-06-25
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ings towards You. and I find that i VI. i:
oh! hoo-haw, gee-haw -geehaw u
announced the homeless, hopseless mule,
- he caught the ecent q roses and Tulips.
from the lawn. He saw things as mules
.Sees them he hungers Is mules hunger.
~ .eIt q that beast again ~ whispered
Lake Shore stool. :as the. fair Isabella ut.l
stered G little shrek OF alarm. j =::.#.s 3s
He went ito 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. .s..: .@5:. g. K =. .tsss:s5
They sat down again, He had rsome-s
thing Of interest TO communicated and
she had q curiosity 70 know what it vas.
Minutes licked awaya before he looked
into her nlustrous eyes: again. He
thought he ssw the light Of. love shining
brightly, and he stole his arm along the
sofa and said: ss'''<.,','
''You must have seen you must know,
" aO.h:h! gee-gee:ah-ha ah.ha!'''' came
10 voice. from beneath the window. It Was
not the voice Of : drifting sailor, going
down to Z, dark, deep grave alter Q gal
liant struggle for,life. It was not the
voice of = lost child crying out rs it STUN
bled through the darkness, longing for
the strong arms ola father to enfold it.
It was tho voice Of the old gray mule,
luavering strangely as hunger brought
up recollections Of corn cribs and timothy
hay. - "a: 8,
A smile fitted across her face. The
human soul is so constructed that one
may smile at victorious, exultant cham
pion, or at a 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 fattencd it will
spring back to it's 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
the 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 !"
81 was," he whispered in return, reach
gin out for her hand. 1.-THE public have
acknowledged me rs yeur-your favored
suitor for months past, and this fact has
emboldencd me to-"
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS came a
voice on the night breeze-a voice which
halted and gasped and hesitated as if the
owner had risen from beside the grave OF
a loved, lost friend. It was not the voice
of troubadour warbling words of an.
guish set rhyme. It was not the voice of
lone night bird calling for it's lost
mate. It was the voice of that same
mule calling to the lilac bushes to come a
little nearer-to come and get bite.
SIS that an edious cow - she softly
inquired.
''No-it's blasted mule 2" he exclaim.
"Such language; sir !" she said as she
rose up.
''Such a mule, madam!' he replied,
pointing to the window. "l'll kill the
man--the mule--that has dared to come
between us!' he shouted, and he rushed
from the mansion.
He pelted that agc-worn mule with
lawn ornaments; he belted him with q
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
communicating through the deep shad
ows Of night to discover why pursuit was
at last abandoned, the old gray mule
seemed to realize that, even us mule, il
was safe to have an accident insurance
ticket in his pocket, and he sighed and
gasped and TREMENDOUSLY soliloquized:
"Gee.haw - gee.dh -r-r.r.rau! &C.
hasc!'
And, the shadows grew deeper, the
night breeze sic hed with renewed loneli
ness, the stars nestled behind the clouds
to sleep, and he felt that he was mnle
beloved by none.