Judge — December 15, 1883 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. Surgit Amari Aliquid. You are Wakir vt be AML the surprised, Tuy that L write to you st from its slumbers again 1 shall n that have the py frail ite to you stramge ty happened since then Since that | right summer; and do you remember yet How you so gracefully sent me away Even my heart ean I When 1 look back « up like an ember yet that day Since that Met, as must With the Bowed Somet day L have met you repeatedly— TL waifs on society's waste Ye have invariably t fuultle say ted me Jy exquisite te fri acefully extend) peat Tittle ¢ » wonder—don't you, dear?—how rigidly renauce trains foolish love T never tried to distress you or flurry you Out of the calm Lhave no wish Why should 1 care to be « Tus tut ¢ Back in the bi L recollect wh: f your quiet 6 no reason to wort, of your focs? ¢ Whom you worshipped devotedly the days that lid; for ye re deal. I me so—wre MI thre Kept by « for eae I would te 1 now would turn erin we wore hay 1s then —weaving so pensiv hema Now, Lean see we were L thought it true lovi Down on that b You must n where pher that fair summer noon: How we Dy the sway of the lazy rose to the zephyr's slow tune; well, you were dutiful you were going too far well bred and beautiful or ereatures they are! Ts of today may bs Yet what Then you got married, and looked from your pin: Of wealth and stati Ceuclly beautiful, faraltle Down on the Well, iti T facet Not in impat ke placidly glad— eynical no longer regretfully veld with i ible brow— not angrily, fretfully 1 now Tam inditfe Once, when L thought of you, [used to mara phrase Iy whispered of old by us both mple paraphrase oath, grief was vocifer <1, in time's natural lapse Tam wholly indifferent Kful, perhaps. So, when we met last night, [tefl you, verily, T cou! put marvel if Time were the fe Time, that slips by me Th blam Wi le al the rou: You may i veasily, merrily wrink where forth you show he rose had been ieve that [blessed my escape Yes, dear; ‘twas artfully done—but your clothes had. been Padded to fill out your sha Lev sil to the e« How ity came fre How her endurance was sheer st hb fine old le ‘ed her hair, ft skill; towlerer, of will— | her husband mt Ah, dear, Fair vives hisn Magving attention to L Ambit! you were, for his sport rt n did wrong when it rent a rose STRIKING Lalw get rid of f take im.” said t Yes, dear, Lws ‘Though [ols Old man! Y jealously Followed my e ed vou att edd the 6 ie busts real ardon, dear- when their purpose he spied Sceing those fips whieh Tall unforbid of you, T felt exultant at b Well rid aathedd in hypocrite smi well rid of you your wiles Be blest with your imbecile tack alous whi seal le wax inwittingly Served to amu n hour GU aessor Alonzo Busbee: His Life and pressions. Im- ny WILLIAM eHAr. XVI Horrors on Horror’s head accumulate.” Dare Betawo, Now comes, in order, one of the 1 sational episodes of my sensationally episodi- learcer. Think of all the wild, weird, wo- ful, wonderful climaxes ever evolved from the fertile brains of 1 don. Belot, Jul Verne, EB. D. thworth, Wilkie Col- lins, ** Ouida as. pereet fils, Zola, Mrs. Ifenry Wood, Charles Reade, G, P. R. James, Victor Hugo, Har ud ‘Tony Pastor, boil them all down into one stupendous re- alistic tableau, and you will gain but a faint, lowy idea of the terrific word-picture I pout to present to your astonished gaze. te may the ily u tand what low, it will bea judicious act on my part to afford you a glimpse at my geographi- ical surrounding Madagascar is enthroned in the Indian Ocean, separated from Afric by the Mozambique channel, and is quite number of miles from the South pole, which, as n lers are doubtless aware, is the main prop of the Antartie Oc me miles, more or less, from ‘Tamatave, the cap- f Mada; as the crow flies (or as uy other bird flies, for that matter), lies ists NOME. » free a country, (We give the Australia, the blissful hor zin’ little enss, t where between Madi re «the ishand upon which J found myself stranded after my ignominious expulsion from the territory « on Ramahamavora, It will be very necessary, for the proper ur of what follows, that my readers the foregoing in mind, otherwise ce sight of some of {points in my story—which would he pity, perhaps not so much for the readers for the story, which is not built to stand sof that nature. ‘The so far, is the publishers’, and that d nify to any or pof that m00- Well, some n't sig- them en- they will not much, I and|type—but it’s tout of me. 1 don't: suppos I believe it when T state the fact all [receive per chapter for this novel id when I kick, they (the publish- ers) turn around in the most insulting man- possible to be conceived, and tell me that ‘sabout $499.99 more than it’s worth, nd their only reason for to prevent my disgrac journalism by coming a low cad of amillionair the kind of publishing ducks [have to work und therefore Tsay that sympathy for ntimentalism, ving thus relieved my mind, an ume time, lengthened my narrative ina very ful manner, I will proceed with my prize- andy novel. If the gentle reader can remember back as my last chapter, he will r that he left me there, a sort of modern Robinson Crusoe, with his parrot multiplied by million, and his goats and so forth spread out into a menagerie of every known bird, beast and fish: and that my idea was to find ont av iting my wild-beast show to America, where I could out-Barnum Bar- num, and cast tH t glories of Van Am- burg into the Lect to work to gain the respect and love of my companions; that done, [ started in to teach them to perform various tricks that should make my show tho sym rt win my comicbooks.com