The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1885-04-02
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THURSDAY, APRIL 2, 1885.
A Domestic Diplomatic.

She was a buxom young German
woman, with red cheeks, light blue
eyes, and flaxen hair. He was a ro-
bust looking young German artisan,
with long, 1.-the limbs, tawny hair as
yet unkempt, and eyes that were still
heavy after the previous nights spree.
They came out side by side from the
tombs prison, to which he had been
committed from the police court on
charge of drunk and disorderly."
She had just paid his fine and taken
him OUT AS they passed out together
the woman's tongue broke loose and
the storm swept down.
Drunk again, you good-for-nothing
bube" she cried, "A nice husband
you vas for any woman. vas tired
Nav, Frida," interposed the hus-
band, in honeyed accents.
Don't | told you l don't van to talk
NIT you?"
You don't, eh?" with rising asper-
ity.
mo, and 1 don't want your face again
about der house to see."
''Goot, den," cried the man; 81 am
TANNED glad. l 90 me off. Adieu,
mein liebshen, adieu."
The man skipped gayly across the
street. He waved his hat above his
head, as if intoxicated with delight
over his recently acquired liberty. He
disappeared down a side street. He
ensconced himself in doorway.
The woman walked on a few PAGES.
Then she looked over her shoulder.
The man was nowhere in sight. The
angry flush in her cheeks died away.
Her pace slackened. Again she looked
over her shoulder. Not trace of him
was to be seen. She stopped.
She waited irresolutely on the curb
stone for nearly forty seconds. Then
she crossed to the opposite sidewalk.
She looked along the street down
which he had disappeared. Not as
much as the tail of his coat to be seen!
She ran down the street few steps
and called: ''Gustav! Gustavn' There
was no reply. But, unperceived by
her, head, with covering of tawny
hair, was peeping around doorway
some distance off.
She shrugged her shoulders angrily
and began to retrace her steps. But
she only went ten PAGES. She sank
down on doorstep and buried hel
face in her hands. SAe was sobbin Q
as If her heart won d break. The
owner of the head With the tawny
hair stepped from the doorway. Put.
ting his hands in his pockets he walked
up the street with an air of supremest
nonchalance. He was nearly abreast
of the weeping woman when she raised
her tear-stained face. The flushed
cheeks grew yet redder as her eyes fell
upon him. In an instant she was on
her feet. Her arms We're around his
neck. She was weeping on his breast.
Gustav put her gently but firmly
aside. His attitude was one of naughty
GOODNESS.
'Let me go mein way" he said; %
am tired Won your bad temper, und
but, Gustav, listen" interposed the
weeping Frida.
Il tel you no. Ven speak no more
ven We pass py.'
As this terrible decision was pro.
nounced the woman fell into a violent
paroxysm of weeping. She was be.
coming hysterical. Gustav's haughti
ness and frigidity of manner became
somewhat relaxed.
perhaps ven you promise to behafe
yourself" he began, magnanimously
"Oh, yes, yes"
"Den, donnerwetter, l will dis time
forgif your
.'Oh, Gustav, mein schatz!'
Oh, schatz, dein? | was good-for-
ting bube, yoost now"
Zach Colt! | vas verruecktto say So
Du Dist Sc lebenswuerdig so guti'
ia, dot is so. But now, let us gc
home. My tongue is SO dry as piece
leather. Wee drink glass beel
together
Leaning on Gustay's arm Frids
passed up the street, her face radiant
with smiles shining through the recent
tears.-NeW York Herald