Judge — January 13, 1883 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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THE STREWING OF THE LINKS Tuer were dancing on the ic Very nice, Was this pair of fancy skaters, With their patenteleather gaitors, And their legs in skin-tight pantaloona compresses! And the people round about Would cry out, Groat is oar admiration, For these prigs of lofty etatioa Who distort themselves with such apparent zest.” Everybody stopped and glanced, Quite entranced. By the fancy dance they danced, By th’ astounding prance they pran alized about the ice with couscious skill They quadrilied, aocietied With raro speed. They faltiiled the poet's notion, Of the poetry of motion, And were grace itself personified until, ~ As they ath their fect the ice decreed To recede. Gravity Its rights asserted, ir anatomios inverted. thom to mother earth in manner rude, And the poople round about Did ery out, “Great {3 our cachination At this gracefal operation, way lo which those missing links are strewe.” Bringin What He Had Lost. A. rew days ago among the throngs that congregate at the Grand Central Railway Depot in this city were two individuals, whose appearance most casual observer. Ovo of the map, dressed in a Ught-Ottlug suit of * soler and with two oF three yards of crapo around his re- specteble-looking Ulack plug-hat. Judging from bis external aspect aud algo from the mournful, woe-begone look on his face, death jhad beew Just doing a little basiness with bis family, He bad a black umbrella and valise with bim, and was waiting for a trai The otlier was a tall, slim, thin-faced specimen of the genus tramp, who was also attired 1m black, but of a rustier and shabbier quality, He, too, bad a black “stove-pipe” on, and looked as though fife was not a pleas int dream,” but a hard bitter realty to bim, Iu fact. If somebody had told him th: or emall-pox he could scarcely have looked more misetable. Ho was leaning against the ing drea thing in general and ivering in the sharp wind It was not long before he was observed by the little fat man, who Leing of a sociable nature and havt some time to spare, sauntered towards bi. * Good-morning, sir,” said the little fat man, hitely. “Mornin,” replied the tramp, grafts. “Excuse me, sit,” continued the other, a3 he per- ceived the tramp’s eable raiment and sorrowfal visage; “but has the merciless reaper, Death, been busy in your fam le, too * Hey?” exclaimed the vagrant, giving him a look. po- + Have you lost sotne friend, some one who was very near and sadly. + Well, yes, pard,” said the tramp, ‘I hee; 1—" “Tknew it! 1 was sare of itr panion In asortofdolefal triumph. “Directly Isaw you, my dear sir, 1 recognized you at once a8 a congenial spirit, one who has felt the sting of the same dart, one whose safferings were in harmony with my ownt Oh! Leath, cruel, pitiless Death, why dost thou ravage us so? Oh! Samantha Ann! Samantha Ann! Here the little man burst snto tears, and drawing a haze black-bordered handkerchief, sobbed dolefally le he mopped his eves. “Pardon me, alr,” he continued, addressing tramp, who rezarded him as if he was son; man, or one of the Ford Brothers, “1 am unable to F to yout” repeat the little fat man, xclaimed his com: M one day i yan six othera cou! | to do all her housework—good belp on a axty-acre farm bes jewel, was Sammie! Woulda't | she were around. gone forever, and that I shall ne cal voice which could be heard sill day | And under the accumulation of the dear departed, the little ma he had partially controtied his ¢ “But 1 di © aquare thi | village before. | teuth of it, too. "a8 much as twen erybody carri: one in Squashtown church yard And the way one heart-broken took on wo ted the It was some time before he severe was his grief, but fi busied himself in wringing the Id have m An! thou md deacon in the Baptist che mighty hard. Bat you know doubt; yon, too, feel the exqu reavement, the corroding, eank ing into your vitals! You, too, he The tramp, who hs ing wonder, now said: been gazi “Well, yes, parduer, I hey One who w “Ah! [see.” interrupted the like myself, lost your wi like Samantha Ann you are ind “No, pani,” replied the vag control my grief when T think of her. S: gles, sit, my wife: one of tho bandsomest an smartest women ia Tuscarora county. An’ now ter think Oh, sit, 1's perfectly awfal ter think on nearly Bfty dollara, but what's money when the he bowed down with weight of woe? Boo: ally he grew calm: fone. Ah! sir, I tender you my most sincere sympat Tcan feel for you in your afftiction.” Well, if she wos mantha Aon Do mo re work Id do ina wees. Used eal it was, too—an’ ides. Ab! she was a want much help when pat she's dead, ver again hear her musi over the village on a these patufal virtues of en in sobbed afresh. WI emotion he went on: her, atran ing Sich a funeral as Samantha's wnz never seen in our aid that, sir, an’ knew the Casket tit for the mperor of Russia, zea, besides a large num: | er of private ones, an’ mourners on foot | Lerected a beaw'ifal monument aan’ cherubs’ heads an’ poetry carved onto it; the finest Last wee ‘0 her, with flowers Whole thing cost me rs. 100! boohoo!” individual sobbed and heart of a stone imaze, could speak again, 60 t briny drops of sorrow out of his handkerchief, which was drenched, hed, mournfully, I try to bear my gorrow death i gx like a Christ arch, yet it's ba this ag well as I, no aisite torments of be ing worm of woe eat ave lost somo loved at bim with increas- lost some loved one. very near and dear ter me, too. Bat—" little man, © you have, nything ul to be pitied.” G TO INJURY. Say, mister, don't you know you can be arrested for svcimmin’ in thera? keen broeze caused him to txactly my wile; "twas my— “Your mother!" interrapted the little man Abt Iwas certain of it. Poor man! what {3 hon without a mother? Noth Ab! sir, accept my heart-felt sympathy “But yer mistaken, old feller,” excls panton, a3 ho nearly dislocate aroun'l to scratch the center portion of his spinal col- umn. “Yer too hasty a jamping at concloostons. Twazn't my mother, nelther, ‘twaz my——~ ++ Your father, then,” ratiled on the little man, yes, yes, Tam right now. Ahtit is toobad. But be brave jmed lis com- his left arm reaching | my friend, and ear your sorrow like a Christian ant, as an unusually | cle Thia world is but a vale of tears." “Right you are, pal," was tho emphatle a “it'ea vale o tears sure enough; but it wasn't my father wot Fost. It was: “Your brother, t Ab! worse still. my dear sir, Ue brave, "Y fally, + Ob Our deare: h, thoa merciless, pitiless monster ! are never secure from thy withering grasp ! Tean fancy how lacerated yoar heart must be parted fom one who had been so near and dear to you !" The tramp reg fer gazing at ded him with redoubled interest, and. him thus for some minutes said “Yes, pard, Heel pretty bad over Ht. Bat it wasn't my sister wot I lost. I never had one. The ‘near and dear to me* friend 1 lost was none of the relatives you mentioned, but my combined liver-pad and chest- pertector, which I lost somehow, Tell yer wot, Char- log, that ero thing wuz as near an' dear ter me ssa brother, an’ I reckon 1M! ketch the brawokitt somethin’ now I've lost it.” Just then the engineer's bell sounded, and gathering up his umbrella and gripsack, the little man, casting a reproachfal look at bis companion, fled to his train, leaving the tramp shivering in the wind, and silently lamenting the loss of one who had been so “near and dear” to him. abu or Wuat an umbrella would be like to say if it could talk: “Put up or shat up. * Dogs infidelity pay?” innocently inquiresa Brooklyn We don't know; ask Bob Ingersoll. comicbooks.com sage mens teatial, TG jen SER iti