Judge — January 13, 1883 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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THE TRAGEDY AT THE MAPLE. A THRILLIN By O. Purper Srvx. TALE CHATTER 1. Ir was night. The cool zephyrs gently stirred the catnip leaves and wafted the thistle down away over the fence into MeFinhigan’s tarnip pateh. A solitary horseman came riding along on a stick. When he got toa large maple with a woodpecker hole in the top, he halted, but did not dismount, He shoated, * Hallo!” CHAPTER 11. We will now tell you why this solitary horseman, in the silence of the midnight hoar, stopped at the maple with the woodpecker bole ia the top, and shouted. “Hallo !" The solitary horseman s name was Thomas Tick, He loved a young lady whose home was nih unto that maple. And the young lady loved him. Bat the young laly's mother had other prospects for her daagtiter, and she was determined that she should not marry Thomas Tick. CnAPTER tm. Ir might as well be tated in this chapter as in any other that the soung lady, Sarah Ann Scoopington, was abeautifal creatare. Her eyes were ofa mel:ing brown, her nose was jast right, an} herchecks were of a deli- cate tinge between the color of a rose in fall bloom and a Connecticat field pumpkin in all its glory. And she 3 as noble as sho was beautifal. Tick know THE JUDGE. POPULAR POEMS ILLUSTRATED.—" Hiawatia.” this, and he resolved that be would spare no pains nor expense to get her out of the house and marry ber. cnArTEn tv. Bor if Tick had had a reasonable amount of common sense he wouldn't have come hallooing around the house, He might have known that he would awake the mother. If he had proceeded quletly be probably would have avolled a iragedy. Bot Tick was one of those fellows who never stop to think. CUAPTER ¥. Tick received no reply to his call, but jost as he was growing somewbat impatient there was a blaze and abang behind the ganten wall, and Tick fell to the ground. He bad been shot throagh the hat. As he was abont to say some last words, ho heard a scream, and Sarah Ann leaped over the wall and fell on ber knees by his « CHAPTER 41. Axo then the wailing that Sarah Ann wailed! oli!" she screamed, “Thomas, my Thomas isa gon What shall I do now? Life will be nothing bat a thorny waste. Ob, mother! have you killed my Thomas?” “Oh! cuarrer v1. Bet Thomas said he guessed he wasn’t killed. He sald the ballet hud struck bim in the hat, bat he be- lieved that, with carefal nursing, be woald recover. “ Bat,” he added, ‘I think we had better retire toa safer spot—the old hyena may fire again.” CHAPTER Vit. ‘Tnowas rose, and he and Sarah Ann were about to make tracks for the preacher's and happiness, when there was another roar and a flash, and the old lady, instead of shooting Tick, shot herself. The gun, which wasn’t a safe one for a woman to handle, went off backwards, and Mrs. Scoopington was no more. cuarren 1x. cuarten x. Tux cool zephyrs kept on stirring the catnip leaves gently, and the thistle-down continued to sail over the fence into MeFinnigan’s turnip patch. cnarter x1. Wrnocr even waiting until after the funeral, Thomas and Sarah Ann went anto the preacher's and Iaanched | their frail bark upon the unknown and untried sea of matrimony, or words to that effect. (rue exp.) S'mother Reason. ‘Twas New Year's day, cold, crisp, and sparkling. | Merry children in their warm clotties and bright color | bomeward Lound gentlemen and ladies in ric attire | and beautifal fara, pranciog horses and merry jiogling bells on horse and sleigh, made the day seem gay and Dlithesome, while the hohday attire and happy faces showed that it was a day when toil and care « tanly lid aside. So it would appear to th observer; but appearances often deceive. the tinkle of bells, not the bat this time toiling street-car. On the platform stands the conductor, namb with cold. All day long, daring } the fourteen hours of his day's work, be has faced the cold wind on the exposed platform of his car. He looks sad and yearning. Bright faces of bis children, maybap, wondering why papa don't come home to dia- ner, are Lefore his mind, He gives a deep sigh. Is it | for home and little ones? No, gentle reader, no, ‘tis not for home and little ones, but because he knows full well that there's @ ‘spotter in the car, and that un- less he accounts for every nickel bis fingers have touched that his job is gone. momen- casual Again comes cutter and sleek horee, Tor man who fell down a well, a distance of some forty feet, didn’t come up smiling with the remark, All's well that ends well.” Wuy do white sheep eat more than black sheep? Here's a city question for agricultural readers. Well, old hayseed there's about sixty white shicep to every black one, thimetic that there's where the difference in fodder destruction comes in, Stoves has been divorced from ber husvand vy an lowa court. What's in a name? Waar is a Bum Tramp Printer? can Earn Money but Wont. By too Mach Bad Whisky and Sleepless Nights, What is be Waiting for? He 18 Cold, and is on tho Lookout for a Pair of Skids and an Old Coat. Will he Wear them? Ob, no; he Will Pawn the Coat, and then a Drink. Why does he Do eo? Because he is a Bam Tramp Printer. Does he Saffer Mach? No, Only when he Has to Work. Don't you think this is a Peculiar Way to Live? Ob, yes, Bat he Don't. He isa man Who How Did he come Sot As old sharp advertised ** Bookkeeping tagzht in one lesson; terms, one dollar.” He got a large class en the opening night, and, after they were seated and the dollars rushed tn, he 2 The whole art of book- keeping hinges on three words. Never lend them!" ‘A rerorrer, who despises note-books, and mal his reports from notes taken on his caffs, was asked the other day by his washwoman if he couldn't get the city editor to pat him on to reporting high life ecan- dals, as abe was getting tired of politics and religicus notes. Tue tablo that was “set in a roar” has been pre- sented to the lions’ cage at Central Park. comicbooks.com