Judge — August 4, 1883 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. SHADOW KISSES. A FREE CONYESSION, You ask me if I ever kissed A woman's lips ere yours? Yes, darling, if you will insist, T must be candi Soft lips, ‘neath noses aquiline; rich and red as wine; , willing lips that clung to mine As tenderly as yours scores, ay, never pout, or I perforce Must press that swelling down; Let youthful wildness have its course— Ti ne sin I own, T'll tell you circumstantially How one kiss was bestowed on me, (Excepting present company) he sweetest I have known. Within a window's embrasure Helena sat with me; quite alot 1M ne our ret It was the blindiman’s holiday; Twilight dicd out in evening gr ‘The other folks were far away, And close ti » were sure could see, ther we, ot tell how it fell out— 1 know bow lips attract; part yourself, no doubt. Tean Helena’s lips were close to mine, As sweet and red as mead and wine; Lauceds must taste, I'll pay the ne, Whatever you exact YELL UNtrorst THE SECRE Adatn was tempted, ‘Their fall was mor Yet, for myself, I don’t believe ‘Their half so sweet As ours, when lip to lip was knit, Nor had we been found out in it Had not the man that moment lit ‘Tho gastight in the street AT OUR BOARDING-HOUSE. “On, Mr. Jugerson, ain’t it romantic? ushed Miss Simper, nestling up to him in i urity of the parlor, where everyone lit Ain't reed that It was too hot to have the ‘The fiood of lig With simul Helen and 1 asunder fall— ‘Too late; for our profil With pouting lips together pressed, Her head half.sinking towards my breast, Appe ne moment to the rest, Outlined against the wall t streamed in on all— cous squeal it just too utterly, romant “ What?” sid Jugerson, “Oh, is it possible you haven't hearc | twittered Miss ;** just look over there j and ask me ‘what’ if you can, you awfully unimpressionable man!” Old Jugerson followed with his eyes the | direction of Miss Simper’sarch beck, towards | a corner where the pre obscurity was | a little obscurer than el , and whence a piping, billing, chattering sound not unlike of young magpies, continually eman- ated. AS a matterof fact, Old Jugerson saw nothing but the gloom; but if his eyes had been able to penetrate it, he would have nothing but a boarding edition of a story as old as Adam, and as often quoted. “Well?” said Old Jugerson, after “ Well!” re-echoed Miss Simper, with a ri- inflection. ** It is Mr. Slasher and Miss leybutt.” Oh, it is, is it? Well, if Miss Staleybutt were my daughter, I shouldn’t allow her to sit there in the dark with any young fellow very long. But I guess she’s old enough to | take care of herself. * But they’re engaged, Mr, Jugerson. “Oh, they are, are they? Two more fools | getting ready to rush in where angels fear to tread.” Angels, Mr. Jugerson’” said Miss Sim- per, interrogatively, end evidently uncertain whether to construe the remark as a compli- | ment to her own perseverance in celibacy, or ally lovely There, darling, that wa T took my scolding the Helen is married now; you know I'm the most staid of me ‘The moral is, that kissing’s nice, Crede experto, once or twic But light betrays—take my And choose the proper " long ago— Tne Louisville Courier-Journal informs us, in a burst of honest indignation that does Mr. Watterson credit, that ‘ thereare persons who make money by getting rancid country but- ter at ten cents a pound, doctoring it so that it will taste good ise twelve hours, and th selling it at fifteen or twenty cents to hou keepers.” ‘This is about as bad as it can be, but what Tie JupGe would like to know is, where these money-making persons find the rancid country. ‘The country in which Hen- ry Watterson lives and moves and publishes # newspaper is bad enough, but is it not a little too much to speak of it as ‘ rancid ” ? Wire the rim of a wagon-wheel wears out it is time for it to re-tire. SEA SERVICE RY OF THE NAVY'S NEW IDE. en | as one of the old man’s usual gratuitous if you who was sans, on, ly talkative mood this evening, too dark for him to lo these two Sha rcan’t lebt for his board all She’s old enough to be his—well, we'll say, and if they have any wa support himself; the time, his aunt, family—” bh, Mr. Jugerson!” said Miss Sir deeply shocked and scandalized. «Well, but folk nd LT wouldn’t be here Der, smetimes, or else you persisted the incor- Before Miss Simper could rejoin, there yasound from the ity as of a— of a—well, not to put too fine a point upon of a kis .do you hear th: Isn’t that sweetly romanti pe obser Mr. Jt on? aid Miss Sim- Us dow to leave the house if it Jugerson; and then, as Miss Simper with- drew in dudg he added, ‘If there is anyth se than an old maid, pure and simpl old maid in the transition state, with the first bite in twenty years fairly hooked.” wht dis 1 ll have said Old “GIVE me the man of mettle And the maiden had her way— ’Twas the man who Who asked her to r [kettle nded the kitchen the day, » supper anyone can $ to bolt the door and tuck But if you find itdisagrees with always throw up the window. 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