Judge — January 16, 1884 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. Mrs. Mr. do you? OSPRIGITLY Under the bed; hal hat friend whom he it best fitted to in- form him of the why and whe This sprig Was no ways averse as an adept in such matters, forth cols nd eld as chy, my bi you under You aint they want is a fellow ks big and bristles all over, and talks und all that, you know, Now you around as if you were half dead—with your remarks about parson's heavenly smile, and Squire Davis’ beautiful charity towards weary dust- sand highway-shanke and ‘sue! that. You must talk strong, use all the latest slang, and_ pass off as aman of the work z at, er—don’t the ed when a fellow sj entler Gentleman be hanged. h talk, and nm think you vers Guide and I fa Make ita point to use it on nd you've no idea how et, er—a little aks 80 common, 1n—— The girls like ” you'll get along On mature retlection to try this pl. member, he strong expressions in hi He was emp! leading avenue careful study storm, entered th store a daughter of one of the heavy pillars of the church he a who was out in all the beauty and f of early spring fashion. Rochefort had a Rochefort resolved strict church pricty of using nversation, T think I hear some one under the bed. pRIGHTLY— Vou don't think any one edge of feminino characteristics, Rochefort struck in: * Say, you crab-faced monk, do you know that you've got the tightest little box of | goods at your house V ever see. reg’lar pi nd don’t you say No. “WwW ho . What's that?” said , With a puzzled look. “What's ther matter with yer. mer yourself. kind tlirce vah cake for out the Go ham- for a ki- at sister of yours takes the id out first ‘chop clinchin’ destroyin’, She's v regular chum, she is.” “Oh; you miserable wreck,” panted the young man as he ceased smoothing the | mosaiac floor with Rochefort’s spine. This, Cornwallis, is your father’s grave. Chum, is pitcher-mouthed, _ bench- chimed in the policeman, miled approvingly in ihis catches you where out. Into the county ot go for this,” and PAUL GELID. Yea, verily, I've been Stuck. Abt Punic faith, Where hath thy viru Will days to con Be like Ned? Abjure his pet ¢ And shall he walk— nt the fleet (3) street car? would be foolish enough to run that risk, Of readin, check stub— hundred dollars? Would T had it ba ance with her but had never 1 dress her. This w id on the Of wife’ sealsk sitar moe wean and inclined her bead in re mit to inquire the pr a diamond window, when the wretched fore her startled her with: Extract from Kitty Virtu’s Journai. was a — int animal Went to lunch on with pa the Forte Mama How « How's the weather Christabella Philopen “ Sir-rer anded the with blazin i Ait 3 to-morrow, Wore my her new my me youn, lady. R on his new and then s, for they hurt his corns. don’t mind, for we know the sid he would have none of e,and bid me keepall the * pup. a distance. He J Ws puppies. When we Fortescnes T went to the far end den, where pa could not come, so Twas al Tiked till Juncheon., I liked wie He > about ni sharp thin » you're out this morning to | Mama and P. araly ze chumps you meet, hey? any mashe “Twill have you arrested. is most greenhouse on your off shoulder ruck the old’ man stiff for the eme. I shal? calla voli man instantly. You are s Seoul, sir,” | nd with tear-stained cheeks the belle hur- ried from the store, followed by “Ta, ta, little one—clinkety clack, clinkety clack,” imitating the sound of her | brass heels on the marble floor. Rochefort thought this attemp. hardly a shining success, and be; to doubt. the | of his friend’s views. He how- olved on one more trial. | His next acquaintance to drop in was the brother of the particular girl of his heart. » nodded to Rochefort, and began examin- when, thinking to | impress the brother with his improved style, and at the id something ni pling in the sunsh gether; but when we exme table pa sat opposite to us. to whis- per to Mr. Johns that we must be very ¢ ful, for I knew pa was gla there was no hot meat but. stuffed which he can’t bear. Just then I felt som thing softly moving on m: ‘k, shook my- self y, but there it stayed, and very gradually tightened itself round my waist. Looked at ‘Mr. and frowned, and shook my he id, “* What is the matte: Whata fool I thought the man was, and pa was frowning at me and looking like a thane er cloud. I thought, ‘He sees; oh! me time to display his knowl: | he sees,” and T made another effort to re- comicbooks.com