Judge — April 21, 1883 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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Ilottentot. The Happy | iba the sttuath n their New p attire, appear- of prominent ladies whom they in church, or the r public place. For in- aggie Mitchell in ar the other day, She had skirt, a brocaded velvet basqu poke Bonnet, with a white lace veil | tied over her » back of the bonnet that buneh o rly hair that we all know, puffed out,” . Why doesn’t the male correspondent serve up prominent in their correspondence, in a similar manner? How interesting would such infor- tion as t k letters, to deseri ance, ete., a littl . Thomy He had on a diamond pin which shimmered just bencath a teal neck: tie, and his hair w e ale Tug Wil 1 met en, : ar yesterday. He carri cushion and had on a pair of trou vintage of 1868; but he had neglected to black the heels of his boc Webb is x ing old, and it is n the next centennis Uncle Sammy T last week. T was introduced to ilden ona ferry boat one day Me wore a gold watch hain, i 1a coat that wrinkled in aw Vanderbilt at Delmonico’s jay evening. He looked as if he had much trouble and ls on his mind. His jewelry mig » been pur- chased at a dollar ‘store, but it glittered as brilliantly as the genuine stuff.” At a recent railroad accident in a tunnel, a curions mistake happened. — A couple on their wedding tour were on th the seats were jammed so ti that the bride was caught as if in i had a rib broken. recking with pain don't—sq-tieeze me —will you get my breath might easily occur in a tunn !” Some—one seo dly— MANY convalescents feel able to ride out, ord the luxury, but a corpse | must ride out regardless of expense. Tue most reliable money drawer is a fash- he will live to see | mistake that | ‘THE JUDGE. MRS. BLAKE'S VICTORY OVER DR. DIX HE DIED IN SPRING-TIME. Tuy stood in the re dow in the back parlor hey were You and life wa im of sunshine to their young and happy hearts. For some moments Anj ble had not broken young broker, Harold O to wonder at the trothed, Why thus pensive sof a bay-win- lica Theresa Hard- and the stran, Angelica?" he mur- Urawing more closely to. her and al- lowing his E. & W, cuff to rest on her waist. cfully withdrawing the chewing-gum from her rosy mouth, she exelaimed : ome new frizzes were gently Id’s bosom. “tis merry Spring, when nature revives.” pink blush stea . maiden gazed up into his ey with five ight-five- look in her bea antifal “blue | softly : “Has he been im should now re-wive ? A pained look came on Harold’s brow. ng over her pale rried before, that he ACCORDING TO HER OWN SHOW Choking his emotion, however, he ejac in accents broken with suppressed p: “+ Why does flowers and singtr % With a pearly tear on n whispered : It has been rejected.” Then noticing the anx inquiring look in Harold’s eyes, she continued : “Miter weeks of thought I wrote a poem.” \ deathly pallor appeared on the cheek of the young I his breath came quickly and his breast heaved with emotion, “A poem,” he whispered faintly. "On what Rising to her full height, and pointing her finger toward the ceiling, she replied in a haughty tor On Spring. With a yell that sounded like the wail of a lost soul, Harold sprang from her side and rushed from the house. The next morning the coroner’s jury that sat on his body returned a verdict of * ju fiable suicide.” ou. Some wretched cynic observes that the nearest approach to perpetual motion yet dis- covered is a woman's tongue. comicbooks.com