New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1889-07-03

insult, but noticed a fewweeks later
that the lover was getting more
attentive hearing, and believed that
everything was working along right,
when an incident occurred which up
set all my calculations, and made
Miss 81 what you see her to-day.
AS she was returning home from
one of her missions of mercy, she was
met by the gallant fellow who fairly
Worshipped her, and they walked
along together. On arriving at her
gate-it was about the middle Of the
afternoo they saw a ragged and
dangerous-looking tramp seated on
one of the rustic benches in the gar
den. Miss HIS first impulse was to
go to the stranger, inquire of his cir
cumstances, and give him such aid
and advice as he seemed to need. The
tramp leaned forward and rested
his face in his hands He appeared
to be sobbing, and acted like one I'M
der the influence of strong drink.
He is some drunken loafer; will
send him away said her companion.
Il prefer to speak to him. He
| has probably received abundance of
harsh treatment; let US see if we can
not be kind to him"
81 believe, Miss H., that you would
be kind to Satan himself if you had
the opportunity said Mr.. p, feel
ing keenly her rebuke and by no
means sharing her tender sent iments.
Well, | think I should if it were like
~ to do him any good. My friend,
| what is the matter? You seem ILL,
The tramp looked up with dull,
stony eyes, and his grizzled hair and
beard met in a hoary, tangled mass
about his head and face. He was
sorry and unclean customer who WIS
in sore need of washing and a change
OF raiment. But Miss FL. was I'M
terrified and asked him several ques-
lions before he finally replied;
! I'm only the caisson wheel, but
I'll roll over 'em all, the black furies
and I'll run on, on, on, on-on till
find it. I've seen the gate, and I'll
get there soon-I know I'll get there
soon
He again dropped his head, and
his frame shook with emotion.
He must have been an artillery
man." said Mr.. P, in a whisper,
land, poor fellow! he is demented. =
| Yes, he talks like other poor
creatures who have lost their minds
in the war. How my heart bleeds
for him! He may have dear ones liv-
| ing who do not know of his fate,
which is, alas! worse than death.
Have you no home, my poor friend?''
she asked, with a voice of almost SUI
per-human compassion, as she laid
her hand on his shoulder. He glanc-
| ed up as if startled by the touch,
stared at her a moment, and thenlet
his head fall as before.
He looks SO weak and i'll, I'm
afraid he is starving. He has not
strength to speak. Let us help
him into the house. y
Really, Miss H., Think you might
let me look after the man. I will
send foH an ambulance, and have
| him taken to the hospital. Youmay
harm Others and can do him no good
by taking him into your house. .
every well, you shall send him to
the hospital; but meanwhile let us
take him in and give him some food.
| Come, friend-come into the house:
you are as welcome as if it were your
own home"
The tramp sat motionless and did
| not heed her.
| Perhaps he is too weak to stand.
Take hold of his arm and let us lead
| him.
Mr.. P. complied, but as they en-
deavored to raise him up he made a
shoW of resistance, and was released.
Sinking back upon the bench he
| again looked up strangely, and said:
q am at the gate, the very gate.
and I'll run on, on-till | go in. Her
eyes see me they are looking into
| mine, and can reach out my arm
and touch her.
AS he said this slowly, he rose to
his feet, staring wildly into Miss III. IS
face, and stretching towards her his
! right hand, as if he would clutch her.
Mr.. F., advancing a step, laid his
hand on the mans arm and gently
urged him back to the bench,
where the poor fellow bowed his head
| upon his knees and so remained silent
| and motionless.
Miss H. went hastily into the house,
and her companion hailing a police
man, who happened to be passing on
his beat, asked him if he knew any
thing about the stranger
No, : said the policeman, II can't
say that know much about him.
He amt been in these parts more'n
few days. an guess he's a loon o.
some sort as IS come from some 9th
er place. He's been prowiin' round
this block, though, ever since / first
noticed him, an there's no tellin'
what kind o game he may be after. .
While they continued to discuss
him Miss 81. came out again and ask