Judge — November 5, 1881 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Couxrnr Marp— Now, suit me, they do. , them clothes what that New York “Hanged if I don't try some of "em mi stir She tries them with the above effect. sayen | Morngn or Exrennsextixo Marp, (caliing)— ‘you, Sal, Le you goin’ to milk them coves, to-day “Yes, of course, and so have I.” “*] want money.” “ And I do not fill the bill?” “Well, so far as money is concerned, of course you do not, but that shall not make us enemies if you say nothing about this mis- take.” “Indeed, you may be assured I shall not,” she said, with just a. little bitterness in her tone. “Very well, I must hurry back to the store, for I have been gone too long already,” and rising he rushed from the parlor, pulling his hat well down over his face, and leaving her to her own reflections and guidance home. Under ordinary circumstances she would have laughed, for she was rather a jovial wom- an, but look what time it had taken, and what art to enter for-this conquest! She was mad. As for Toft McGudgeon, he figuratively clubbed himself all the way back to the store, where they saw him enter and return to his double entry, looking as black as a frost-killed potato vine. Meantime Tom Tripper had seen and over- heard enough to put him on the right scent, and when he returned to the store he told some of the salesmen about it, and together they laughed to their heart’s content. “Who would have thought it?” The vote was that nobody would. ** And he got my letter among others!” But the laugh that went with this part of Tom's joke was rather turned upon himself, for he had apprised McGudgeon of what he in- tended doing, and had even read him the let- ters which he sent in answer to his advertise- ment. “But I'll have some fun out of this racket yet,” he exclaimed. ‘Only think of his meet- ing Mrs. Wax, his landlady, by appointment!” and then they all laughed again. “ Both looking for mates and money !” “Yes, and you ought to have seen them when the old hen threw up her feathers and discovered herself, Ha, ha,ha! It was a study for an artist. But I know an old girl who can work him to the queen's taste. She is looking for a husband, anyway, and to hear her tell it, she is worth a million, at least. You fellows just wait awhile.” Meantime McGudgeon went about his work in a-dazed sort of way, never hearing the laugh the clerks were indulging in, and that night he took dinner at a down-town res- taurant because he did not wish to face his landlady, after which he sought the solitudeof his room, where, aftera long think, he finally took out the remaining letters he had received in answer to his advertisement for a wife, and began to run them over slowly. Finally his eye rested upon one that some- how arrested his attention, and, drawing a sigh, he drew his knife and slit the envelope. (To BE CONTINUED.) Ir is rumored that among the uncared-for pictures in the Ducal Palace and the Academy of Belle Arti in Venice have been found-Car- paccios, Tintorettes, Giorgiones, Giovannia Bellinis, Palma Giovanes, and Vivarinis—all ‘old masters.” The belief that these pictures were painted by the artists named is based on the fact that no one has been able to tell whether they are portraits, marine views, or battlepieces. Whenever a painting is found in Italy, so defaced that it is impossible to de- termine whether it is a piece of floor oil-cloth or a fifty-cent chromo, they call it an ‘old master,” value it at $40,000, and let it go at that. For goodness sake, what does this mean! ‘A saloon keeper in this city advertises for “a man to cook.” Can it be possible that hog and sich has run short ? THE dignified merchant sat in his back of- fice, smoothing his gray chin whisker, hum- ming a snatch of an old-time melody, deeply enjoying a reverie of the past. Suddenly the alarm on the money-drawer jingled. He started and caught one of his trusted clerks helping himself to shekels. He didn’t call for a policeman, but took the young man into his office and loaded him with advice: “Young man, you have aspirations, I see; but you don’t work them right. When you reach for other folks’ money, always cut the connections. Don't sound the signal. I've had a great deal of experience. To be a cap- italist you must make a very still hunt.” Six months after, when the merchant bal- anced his books, he missed $2,500, his clerk, and his daughter. The young man had lived up to the advice. EvtHaNasia SsYTHE stood on the front step of'the palatial residence of her papa. Tho.gutumn wind was blowing around the corner, flickering the richly yellow gaslight, causing wavy shadows on the walk. “Tis past the.houryof the tryst,” murmured she, as the blast whisked her two-dollar-and-fifty- cent crimps fromvher forehead. “‘ But he will not prove false to'me. Not this eve —" Just then the mellow accent of voices fell upon her ear, almost crushing that organ to tenuity. There was, a strange familiarity wafted in those voices, and she strained her eyes eagerly in the direction from whence came the mellowness. On‘ the next door-step, in loving attitude—ph, horrors! as she looked, a gust of wind blew a white felt hat to her feet; name inside, “‘ Algernon.” She could read no more, bat‘ with one mighty bound she was beside him with her bruised heart burst- ing for vengeance. "Twas some other Alger- non. Her own fondest came in sight, just in time to save his double from premature bald- ness, Ccomicbooks.com