Judge — December 29, 1883 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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indeed. Why, you ain’t fit for one of tho: superannuaries that come on in the chorus You might do to push the sometimes, scenes, perhaps; that’sall the help you could be.” “Tam afraid, my dea quite understand, obsery mildly deprecatory tones That Madame Nilsson, w braid hanging down that you don’t usband in and. | flaxen | | Iva charm- that eg . my dear, that MephistoMes, 1 think they call him, had en-her them watches and brac and thin : jewelry son em _on, Was wther vain worth the money alow of her t6 look in the but that’, irst of admiration ea dozen of vem. here in the moon vilkins, wit “why, she ¢ And to see her stand nd then lean in’ her lover, well T never, Mrs. S., was so affected in my life. It was rea outrageous to put the poor creature in priser and a her of murder. And then to be deserted her lover. It made me feel real good to sce how hot they made it for him afterwa oldiers came inand sang and two of ‘em had a fight about bat whether it) was Margi that was kille remember. [ didn’t care much for them for Lcouldn’t help thinkin’ abont that poor innocent ereature shat up in that dark damp cell, to pine away and die. Tre cried, Mrs. S. [couldn't help ‘ity (#Y old fool,” interjected his wife) and y have too. But whe I saw her straight up into | en, to be made angel of, I felt j saw the old di hardly keep from eryin don’t w ed, a out, hooray! her, for she did look t too sweet and lovely for anyt he first saw her in the vision, sittin’ a ving spinnin’ wheel, « rit wonder he felt. like crying out words of Macbeth, * Throw medicine and wanted to be yout n and renew his courtin’ days, especially with such a tempt- ing, serumptions little bit of female humanity as her. [don't know but what if old MephistoMes s a lovely, angelic looking cre sell myself to the old boy, dreadfully weak, eh, M happens to he the case—but treated such an ang id tempt me with such ture . S.? when there young and pretty woman in sure T shouldnt have claim to your val langnage too and blasphemous 1, named lren and old ene If you ever go to the opera 3 left at all, 1 T am old and long lost all my ion in your eves, but you will find ir, that Lam still fully eapable of main- taining my self respect.” And Mr. Spilkins did find it out to his co: But we will draw a veil over the scene that followed. _It is sufficient to observe that Mr. Spilkins did not go to the opera again, and that he in, you'll have 1 ander the old fellow was mashed on | ened | ly. How dare you | | Tread our THE JUDGE. Beneath the gr our old at bubbled dow the sw ‘The rush «1 bare And not den then oh bli hill, Tis darker th T took th q Mt The birds sing vet thy But not a voice of human kind, where all our voices nung [sat me on the fen The s \ NICELY IRONED PAT OF CUPFR x 2s ee half pan has been heard to sadly remark that since climb that unfortunate night he has had all the And thes uproar at home that he wants. T. a. Pe An Hour at the Old Play-Ground. ee ie A, question up families is, whe daughters shoul chances of livt ness he fortunes and a¢ a brutal hash: it that ove I sat an hour today, John, beside the old brook stream, Where we were school-boys in old time, when man hood was a dream: The brook is choked with fallen leaves, the pon dried away scarce believe that you would know the dear old place to-day who disgrace th are alr law, tryi The schoolhouse is no more. John, beneath onr locust trees: ‘The wild rose by the window side no more waves the breeze; ‘The scattered stones lok desolate—the sod they | Has been plonghed up by stranger hands since you | change in the cc and L we one. said Mrs, Gran got well while | ‘The chestnut tree is dead, John, and—what is sad- der now— Tue Ol Ci «vine of our swing son the withered bough : | will confer a ~ upon the bark, and found the | “MANY mer 1 cocter of that pebbles rare Laid up bencath the hollow side, them there, swe had debtors will call sprin 1 the foot this many a day, it seems among the boughs we, John, that Ties eli » for de ther Ameri dd remain home and dying in sin cept in exchang nds aut _appenda thirty of our fa ne name of husban 1 ion. slor of her hair. ndy, ot her dair ty Bl arou 1. many minds.” annot have atures, ‘D GIFT ENTERPRIS prize in every package. and seems s where ; country- women abroad are living with foreign ty Strang ¢ should have n, I looked for der path, three paces from row upon the brink, the pool is bhick trod: John, that led_us up the 6 Tone and: in old time— the path, we used so oft! to how o'er the bars of life our playmates the faces that are nM. ite by our heads of *s marriags nd take the the briny deep with their a title with ile sip ts, Many or in the toils of the Mus. MeKurny had been very ill On her recovery her friends noticed decided ws that if its 1 and pay up they at favor on its creditors, The con- much ex- eas