The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1880-09-23
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THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER o, 1880.
A WISCONSIN TALE OF
BLASTED LOVE:

BLASTED LOVE:
Juneau that I've been in every
county in this State, and tramped
it, too?''
well, I've been in large Sharon
EN- myself
Thus spoke one tramp unto an
other, as they reclined their weary
bodies on the curbstone adjacent to
this Office. Thinking there might
be some information particularly
interesting to the great State of
Wisconsin, We pulled out our ear
trumpet and listened with bated
breath.
you may have Travelled a good
deal, but | think my travels have
been more interesting than yours
Let me tell you what covered my
head with premature gray hairs
'All right: Ripon.
well, you see, | had a little time
to spare, and thought trip on foot
would be novel way 10 spend a
couple of months. SO I started
My route La Crosse the State in any
direction my fancy dictated. [
Sank City, which I liked very much.
There l became acquainted with a
young girl, and quite Friendship
sprung up between us. Sheboygan
to make love to me at first sight,
and l reciprocated. Our love grew
apace. One day, seated on the
green grass bordering the little risu-
let which courses through the green
woods back of this town.
! 'Watertown did you say it was?'
interrupted the listener.
4 was pouring into the ears of
my fair companion my love for her,
when Augusta wind blew the silken
tresses from her fair intelligent
Brodhead, and there I saw some
| thing which filled me with terror
and dismay. Who was this fair
creature whose companionship [ so
eagerly sought? There, on this fair
| girls brow, was a scar, scared and
burned into the skin. A Brandon
her forehead? What great misdeed
had she committed to be so horribly
mutilated, was the the thought which
flashed through my mind.
4 suppose you thought Shawanc
girl for you to make love to, remar.
ed bis curbstone friend.
While gazing intently into the
beautiful face of my companion
saw u Monroe across the little stream
and, seeing us seated upon the bank
he steercd directly to our feet and
jumping from his light canoe, intro,
! duced himself to me. He was the
fair creatures brother. He said tc
me 1T Sparta my duty to inform
| you to Immediately leave this neigh.
| borhood. You must be a Baraboo
| by to entice this innocent young
girl away from home. He pointed
with his finger to Green Bay horse
| hitched to a tree and continued
You Neenah stay here another min
ute; short distance down the creeh
you can the Waterford with YOU
horse, and there my sister Minera
Point out the direction you must
| take.
You were not a Manitowoc wher
| you got that horse for nothing,
volunteered the otEer tramp.
The girls brother then turned Il
her, and with a sad look, said, Your
nav is waiting for you: you g
Tomah, while to my Amigo. Evel
since | Fond du Lac discretion an(
take up with every stranger tha
comes along, have had trouble
enough
Il departed from the spot but wha
Lodi carried in my heart. | was
so depressed that since that parting
| have never smiled; never has there
been a Racine on my countenance
| | often Prescott on in my ear tC
shut out the sight of that fearful
designation on the brow of that
otherwise lovely girl. Ny life is
now a Barron waste, and soon my
withered form will be laid away il
the silent grave covered with Black
Earth.
Here the two tramps fell upon
each others breasts and wept. We
tainted away, and nothing could
revive us but strong whiskey cock.
tail with plenty of Stoughton.