New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1899-01-18

next week. This climate is liable to
sudden changes. Get-ap! Get-ap Great
Caesar! / have never seen such lazy
mule. It'd take the prize in slow show.
Get-ap, there! Get-ap, Bucephalus.
"say Of boy, doan kill my po' mule.
We lived together fo' night unto twenty
year"
81 dent care if your both cid as Me
thuseleh-and have lived together all
that time. ! wouldn't care if you were
twins. The dummy's waiting for me al
Rossville. Get-ap! Get-ap! o what
mule! Now its stopping! Look the
proves are coming up that hill. Now
it's stopped. I'll kick the old beast"
He did kick and with great gusto.
The mule was breathing heavily and
wouldn't move. There seemed to be
: something the matter with it. It sank
to the ground. In few seconds, as if
to emphasize the fact that it would not
and could not run, it gave up the ghost
with one last kick that's mule every
time.
"say OF boy yer got to pay fo' that
beast.'' 49,.
"Pay your grandmother. Who are
you? Here's seventy. five cents. By
rights you ought to carry me the rest of
the way on your back. The proves are
coming. Guess your mules kind ct
faint. Buy some soothing syrup with
that money. Maybe it will come to life
out Of spite. Goodbye. Sorry to leave
you. You make interesting company"
With that he made for the woods. He
knew the geometrical proposition that
straight line is the shortest distance be-
tween Two points. Two minutes
he had eluded his pursuers. Three quar-
tiers of an hour more-he was in Chatta-
nooga.
1t is needless to say that Harold had
a good time. He painted the town red
to use an expression in street parlance.
"But that is another story" He will
never forget the time, not only because
of his many experiences but also because
of the strange freak of chance that hap
pened to him while in town. He met
the girl he left behind him-the one
who offered to address his letters to the
insane asylum. Harold's heart bodied
up and down like churn- dasher, What
astonished him above all things was that
she lived near his camp. Rosie was her
name.
"Why, my dear girl, I can call on you
every day. Cant I?''
"She blushed and twitched her nose
little bit.
''Harcld got put in the guard hours
of course. They made him dig bitches,
with pick axe and shovel, for an entire
fortnight. He became melancholy and
morose. The boys thought this the re
suit of his punishment. Bah! Who
cared for the guard house? To tell the
truth, Harold was in deep trouble. 1t
like this. Sometime previous,
Rosie had told him about "very bad
private" who had killed her fathers
dear old mule. One day Harold and
Rosie went out walking. incidentally
be put his arm around her waist. About
this time they met her father. Harold's
inamorata Immediately vanished.
"A-ha! So yer tn young crltter thets
been turning my daughters head Hey2"
"Turn her head She doing it sill the
time anyway. What's her head for if
not to exercise her neck? Turn her
head! Turn Somersaalts! Er-er."
''Yep, and maybe er neck amt TO to
pun all ~ Ill IOuu SCull-OCCool0udAlJ AuA
maybe u mule amt 70 to drive to death.
And maybe
''see here, my good sir, didn't know
you had daugh-I-I didn't know you
owned the poor beast. IT,
''Ha, hal Didn't know l owned it.
Yer bright spec'men-yer aire fere a
face 'Sp.se yer thought l wus too
high toned ter own er mule. Hey? 'Sposed
I was ridin' fer my health. Other folks
hev he'd mules-blg people too. Mahom-
ct was mule driver. An then ter think
ther way yer treated me. Wanted me
ter carry yer on yer back. Make mule
out'r myself, sorter. Hey?"
No wonder Harold was in trouble.
Ever since that day he had been study
inr how Ia con1d nav for the m,ll with