Judge — November 12, 1881 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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A FIGURATIVE LAY. Tur fair Eupbemia Brown is 1 And quickly 2 the chureb she hie, Wis son for Be 4 ber + If5 to meet your Irate p fear twill make me 6, + Unless thi 7 ly Should ¢ Oh, Fate, be but in this & 9 1110 nothing m ye hasty act dent lover's eyes; aid he, of ours In 8 suspiciously. re from thee!” INCLINED THAT WAY. A STORY FOR BACHELORS, BY “BRICKTOP.” We left our annoyed bachelor friend, ‘Tott out to break the seal of another of the letters he had received in an- swer to his advertisement for a wife, and after having had uncomfortable experience with the writer of the first one that he answered, than his landlady. He inserted the blade of his penknife into the envelope and then hesitated as though all uncertain what might follow the act of open- ing it. “Who knows, 1, ‘but this soft missive may proveanother Pandora's box?” But McGudgeon was not the man to put bis hand to the plow and turn back. Atthe start of the business he had made up his mind to find a wife with money enough to take care of him during the remainder of his days, and al though he had made a mistake in the first in and got himself partially covered with , yet he was de his spare time to the business until 1 be achieved. So he smote his shirt front a few times, as though to arouse his slumbering vitality, drew a long breath, and run his knite through the outer covering of a portion of his future. * Whew ! musk !" he the rose-tinted note from its shell. tures these women Now, let ine see,” and opening the letter he aul: ve had nd who proved to be none other he muss stance ridicu devoti his object she mined to keep on, mused, as he pulled “What perfumes! ere are proceeded to r My Dean head BACHELOR’: Something pats it into my » write to you in anawer to ye T have always looked! with s, but there ix frank and of your card that Iam led to honest bat F pablished *m; rimonial.’” style of busin about thi that you are ai vor upon this pmethin hon wordlin beliew ly individual, like myself, ntances, resort to this meth straightforward, Lavin few if any 1 of findiog amate, 1 me you are tired of living alone ght that the wealth I had inh pricked up his ears and pl ng beart to keep it f or independent of MI never feel a sense of loneliness when free to enjoy a 4 upon his nll make that money ars (Lam thirty that could buy, but after trying it a few years of age) I find that tt without one’s heart is bi ls a mat pied with Uh genial to make one happy. Th ly marry me, but 1 know mate money is powerles who wo) their object and scorn their flattery. to make your acquaintance, and I dare say it to much happiness for us both, If y of it, please call at my residenc avenue, T would be} saturday ev “Yours and ask for “Chara Queny.” “If I think favorably of it! iigeon, leaping to his feet. exclaimed Me “If T think Lexington | THE JUDGE. Javorably of it! Well, L should did think favorably of it. G and sitting down he held the letter closer to the light and read it over “That's it. That's business; that's what (call a frank, straightforward letter. Yes, there is nothin in the world i ank and square in Lam fully convinced more, being fi dealing with a woman, | of that, Let me where is her nunber— why, it is on the best part of the he glanced at the letter again ly enue, and “ph IL residen residence evening, at cight o'clock.’ Well, Yes, I guess that settles it. ‘True, T years old, and little used to society or n, but I faney that 1 quite repulsive in iny personal } and. that at my rather. am fifty the ways of won m1 appearan not ‘ath notice, and as she seems to be a girl who is | sick of the hollow mockeri | say she will take to me right away; | the next ten minutes he continued te the smile that had overspr ver that m » abomins sweetest my social status is ben dar 1 for ngment id his face ky letter musk, but ent that had of society, I by reading over and He had hereto now it seemed the | ever greeted his olfactories, The next ten minutes he fill ing the th while, bu or of his little room, smiling all the turning so often that he at length became dizzy and sank into a chair, he remaining letters he thrust back into his trunk and locked it. He would keep them to show his wife and together th their contents. | | after she became such y would: hav Capi “Clara! Clara Queen few would idea! * he would mutter to then id be | ents, ani his light up himself every mou vere old face pe most handsome. fried to find happiness with her wealth, It don’t seem to me that it would ult task, But women sbably po: has she? be such a dif queer. Ph yearnit she lo , and perhaps sl in man ate. Now, that is just what would please me; it's just in my line, and how old ‘Tripper will open his To hand him in my r Wi when he asks me why I do so, after being with him for twenty-ti still wider by quietly informin 3 when ynation. wt eg him that I ave an estate of my own to manage! | With a smile that made him look twenty years he retired that night with Clara curling upon his lips, and amed nil stocks, and bank yy, and vale Ambre you Queen” ar 1 bonds, counts, and matr | all night long. Mrs. W: | to breakfast the next mc with he le | nice t ax noticed him whe ame down ing; she noted him jealous 3 he saw how smilin ked, and knew that something very d come out of his matrimonial adven- | ture. And he said “ good-morning” to her. h a bright, cheery, hearty that it made her start, and the other boarders look up. | Mrs. Wax felt hurt; she felt indignant, for } she had failed to catch him herself, and th thought of some other woman's doi aroused all of he feelings. For a long time she had attended to his hersell r took su way, woman, chamber work he Saturday | not | 1 up by walk. | many a laugh over | has difficulty | | marry hi And | | she gave hin more | interest in him than she did in her younger or married boarders, that everything was nice and comfortable for nd wished to be sure him, by way « She looked carefully around the room in the hope of finding something that would give her a clew to bis sudden change of mann trunk was locked, so were his bure sign « impressing him favorably. anything was thei j art. ally she happened to think of that was exactly like it. lous hi bureau thought ! ps th 3 of th + no time in trying, and to her intense Happy ke would open bis ! atisfaction, one of them did the business for ay “Clara Quee and she opened it with trembling hi read it with palpitating heart, and with a. satisfled one she took down the name and address, fully convineed it was this letter that had made hin look so smiling and happy. And in the af Lexi the house in which this siren lived, and be- fore she returned to her home she had found all about the house, who owned it, and | about the woman who had stolen her n she sauntered along ‘on avenue for the purpose of sceing out also a boarder’s heart. She might have found out other things that would have in: forced to be content with what she had. Met «Las. pe niet his Clara Queen, She s« inch of th Not particularly handsome, but br rt s entertaining. Indeed, she seemed to be the of inment (and ally so when she casually spoke of her e her happier, but she was appointment and med to be every If, person she had described her vivacious; full of smart sayings 3 inistre: enter she was property that had proved to be such at to her), and before he had be hour, he had completely lost his heart aud almost r, provided, ¢ allow him to do so. But she to favor the ide of happiness he lett in the next evening and take he ther nin her com. pany an tough old promised to course, that she would and full to eall mut for ecme her, promisin I shail open his eyes | walk, An hour afterwa her. He ds red to be alled on pe n old friend, and a hearty welcome, while he in turn told her all about old MeGudg “Queeny, old A ch: to catch on,” said he, laughingly, “TL know it,” said she, arehly. “What! you know it?” said he, looking at her. “Certainly, I have hooked him already,” lied, laughing merril “The deuce you have!" wered hi led on me like a little man, Wateh us to-me ‘om Trippe on, al, there's nee for you she » be sure, Ia 1, and he Hat! ha w when we go out | prom. on the Av.” ny, you are a brick. said T , th Til mai mm, and laughing and shak- y partes [To Be CONTINUED.) © Que ing han¢ Tue knell of Ircland’s hope—Parnell. comicbooks.com