Judge — August 25, 1883 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. VTP TAT HH) | iif | Ae the first place Mr. Brown stays out late at) them the club, much oftener than hi the second place, the bal | : cate little atom, under d. } ] i you understand that, [-suppos * Oh, vis. derstand that?” I went on, * mix and orth. 1 in you with the whol but Lasked her if she und. arately as I read it, and rough with her houldn’t she? T did, but 1 needn't ¢ heme | time; and in the third 1 never, she says, emphati vant girl to suit her poor Mrs. Brown will say ever did s At this she ope and said: + Ts it r you wouldn't Ishould think and with that f Mrs. Brown's grievances, | she subsided, and [ went ups ns to her complaints, she | to other matters, «not left the kitchen | ast. one she poured into, twenty minutes, before, I rd the | listen to, and made up my down’ there erying fit to choke hin | mind to send it to TH could not imagine what | ‘Poor Alfred has been detained out so had brought him down the | late nights” (that s the way loy may imagine I was not long in | with a lon; atrocity in Il, but vou tt oot Brown e of her husband’s’ pet’ Pictu “that he lost all his appetii at wretched Kate with my couldn't eat any breakfast at all. w, I | wantedto tempt his appetite, and if there’s the world like one of those horrid littl | one thing he’s fonder of than another, itsnice dian papooses, and in the ver | hot kes—griddle cak ing hin into the ov You murd breakfast. So I hunted up the cooke: pare VOU aid, seizing her by and read the receipt to K our La * What are you doing with that portation in the cook line. The girl is| baby? ‘Sure I was ‘going to bake stupid enough, but I didn’t think she could | ma‘am,’ she answers, as composed as po: ick- eee le. | De = —— HALTOM | | NEEDLESS SOLICITUDE. Hy Mistress (about to depart for the sea-side)—J hardly like to leave you alone in the house. tt SERVANT—Och! Sorraclone will 1 be, mum, wid alle first cousins coming to shtop wid 4 me, mum” i) A Delicate Brown. make any mistake about so simple a thing as it -_ corn- especially when [ read the receipt ri Poor Mrs, Brown has lots of trouble. In. tol x frvsh ears 0 who wouldn’t un- eyes and hands to he Did T think she i: mute protest over the hards f her lor— didn’t say so, 1 ruction was the at “I do believe I get t ked only one that seer to puzzle her. * When most good-for-nothi 1 proper consisteney, bake a her eit, = to attend ting down my horror ns hin, M you wou But they wearied aud they £ Some And i Look, ob ni w Whe w Whe Th And Sh lars ne ple to live! [tis an iled him, or what ferent. at the pockets of the poor man.” And he | inva pense | Itied and trussed up, forall | A In- tempe 1 readily: be- | lieve it. Good water is better than bad froth | | any day. | | if house squashes, more power to \ Brown I could fanned herself. Presently she resume approaching to common’ sense. Some pproached | ‘Bake my precious baby,’ I shricked, ‘ what- ever do you mean? Why, ma'am,” says you towld me to bake a delicate Brown. * the master bein’ healthy enon I tuk the only delic ad, the baby, and— rs. Brown here broke off abrupt! know of any good girl, with anything wish you Id send her around.” tward tr bird, poised with the stillness with a shrick— | the stillness, upward wheeling some erag containeth her rude nest— | s they come stealing, antelope, and hears the leatlets quiver, by the sultry h wth of noon: ce all oppr und the sweetest is the know snd around him there is rest 1 of man’s decay; t EL Dorado, al by the way : were sickened with t powed beneath a careencumbered, in turn life’s stately mea 0 wonder, Ts th ure ind the study; net and the p wearied while their youth was fresh and ru sried when their hair was turn me to the distant fell, m lf dow limitless hereafter, here thy all he lifted from its Iust— re thine anguish shall be melted into laughter, | | here th: shall be severed frou its dust; re thy spirit shall be satisfied by seeing | we ultimate dim the passion-haunted fever of thy being all be dri in a uni of rest Tie: price of beer has a barrel,” «vanced twodol- aman rsin front of a crowd of lou 1. reat | man, ** how ” queried “Beer is just what you newered the bulbor i Well. I should have xplained. * Oh— That's not so bad. It doesn’t strike ted the erewd in to ‘smi at his ex- | CONTEMPORARY says: One public drink- | fountain does more good than a hundréd ance lectures. We i ue city beet finds few country boarding | comicbooks.com