Judge — June 2, 1883 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. HALEF-PAST EIGIIVLT AND HALE-PAST NINE. Crimes the steeple Half-past Eight L” roads then inc their rate | wan streets; | i} | \ A Cues the steeple “ Half-past | gf) Crows are hotter dre nore fit \ rH Gilded youth falls inte i ry Pale, insipid, wea: ‘ | Business is a deuc | Didn't get to bed till four, | Awful il, that beastly | When a fellow's beery!” i ee _ i GUNS FORONE. | of fourteen cents over the plan pu i | a” our profligate jennesse doree in procuring for NA OE Ee Ere themselves this necessary deformity. ‘There | ‘Tue following story, founded on a series is the further advantage for the wearer of this | of events which transpired toward the begin- tud, that in the daytime with feel- | ning of the present century. is, | will at once himself out to stand in ¢ our rank for- i] mit, a terrible and ghastly tale of dueling, Park. But, to return to our mutty | | to be read by strong men only, and by them | Mither, who is advancing toward us. * Rank! m the rank | { with caution; but if each of these will care-- — []e was mounted ona gallant yellow horse: f # fires Gimini cric- | | fully bear in mind that the story as h with a red light, anda he rode up the| 1etle? Xl is for the most part only a figment of unave racefully ogled the more prepos- ladies in a manner which was ¥ of mine, would I fat also a mietly FHM to point. Thou mu I leave thee ng Trae ns un the fa * now to the few ren ours of thy m | able existence; but first tell ar at the entrance of the hot able existen it ” bends unworthy to be foot force thee to my own fi he may be able to read it and still retain sufficient power of reason for the more ordinary duties of life—such as carving perfect gor the morning sausage 300 tated dir ‘ ul it is hardly necessary to. of the young luli state that he will never afterward be able to. his horee-car ve inven ubstitute for gunpowder, orto and walking directly into the lobby, aceeste hor so unfortunate ast : give ne “world 4 and satisfactory | jy oud tones and with unheard-of temerity Lion of the Sherieul Democrat, Give falschood for club ny Mere is the story: the noble Colonel of Orleans and St. Louis, Me try title and thy f ! reat ine PPARDO—A MEDLEVAL| All stood astonished at his presumption, but ae oa SAL Me lls Pees TALE OF THE 191m CENTURY hone n than the redoubtable Ce ance not, auly, so forth!” answer ther will reveal t my name alone would strike terror to your caitif heart, and the recital of my deeds Wd palsy you with horror and shivering J rrill-be merei iramerey for your court himself, who; not exp and in point of fact. ey at 1, was idly eee Kand pocket with tooth- sence, from time to time, gave tina it 3 bad ghtened, but he pity, | (Yes, he was badly frightened, but he iy, perhaps), of chivalry—as { doubt not you are—a thousand thanks; and, noble perhaps you will add to the burd gation under which you rosity ‘ bone a the might of St. \ ly placed me, by inscribing your name, and his magnificent old-gold scarf-pin, which | Colon Know’st thou not that [am at en the fatal day arrives, on some ne had with infinite skill been fashioned by the | Southron, and that for thirty years, not days, ing fence, that, after the duel is over, cunning goldsmiths of Italy into the t Lhave consumed two bonfires per diem, be: know whom [have slain—that I may k shape of a board, bore noother mark nor tween sun and Wot'st thou not tha and his voice assumed mpcrious and | than a certain quaint | belong toone of the best families in the high-born Southron tones, ** that [may ful letters, in their more than nd that, to wipe a stain off my outraged know what to eall the contemptible dish T uchaehall » sardonic m i of th shes with which the the silence of the lists, it was catered bya | || solitary trumpet which breathed a note of defiance from the vicinity of the Southern Hotel. (‘This note of course proceeded from an unknown knight, who now comes in.) The suit of armor of the new comer was formed of a three-button laid with a vest of t 1 r we fear “And who art thou, rash sprin would’st pit thy puny’ strength = = = ai had first been chased by Be honor, would sho the stre¢ have serv ited crow ‘ and afterwards cnamcled in gas-light) “Ha, replied the un- of a Kelle cad Nay, I wot not and T¢ . with all the deli gance of a Cheyenne wedding, | & the unknown in ud simply read as follows: Keer et though you be Rass.) family, you must fi known, with | within the iy which sounded from isor like the —_ ore THE ny jest! Put it in Punch! Vanderbilt, to whom [ hastened: humbly the str he added suddenty, and to submit the nal, immediately pro-) bY ing his voice until the echoes reverber nounced it a real Diaz by Murillo, and he is, &" ¥ from the arching and a chaml ynel; **neversball who was passin to have it framed fe Fifth r his luxurious home on Never!” cried the » it will be hung over. it be said that a member of the Southern ar- |“ yow, since you I the This opinion, by the world’s ist far bemeaned himself as to en- who lam. { am —and the clarion tones greatest art-connoisseus, is the more uable | gage in ‘combat with other than the arms « v out like a ring of Licberwerst—* 1 am as it was given one day when he had left his a true knight. Other arms we leave to M iueppardo—income, cighty thou- seal-skin dolman up Humbler, oris and Northern chu But witha g The public b. d.!? Pusi. lovers of the beautiful might wt a faithful tleman’ vons Twill fight. Nothin — copy, applique, on pasteboard, of like shape, prevent me; nothir in extinguish the Tuat isa pretty stiff investigation and utilize the result as a single-barreled, dreadful fires of passion now burning in my. on at ‘Tewksbury, and on the whol slight stud, ‘The cost, ineludi py | ! man has dared affront me, grave subject. The action of the almhouse of THe Jepar, paste and board, will not ex- in my) authorities in dickering in human bodies ceed eleven cents, being thus a clear saving bronzed arred cheek at the simple was wrong as a matter of corse. » L will tell you comicbooks.com