Judge — February 2, 1884 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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time now to business lin “T have seen so many recent fa ported that I concluded times mu said. “Failures are all owing to bad on ment, and the worst mishaps brit good in the end. times are dull, and a new on the eve of a great ‘tinancial crisis’ quite sure to succeed. “You are doubtiess right. ‘Thi view of the mi which Twill y but first, tell me, if vou were in my what enter} would you invest Nhe clothing busine ich 1 ing, suits me and I don’t sce to interfere with your suec location with proper mana Ile continued th bottle of wh t up something fresh ‘in a ures re be dull,” me when nything and by that | at Sam should take me | York properly. 1 and le me much to him, but, dain, he bade me Jane didn’t quite 10 elean eash from. the nto business in New ried yet wavit bank and ork with it; «dT det her aid *¢ Tt would ,and leave no know [ was U bay Squire risks or del anvthing in that 1 thoi s opinion worth listenin ashe had rep rof aflourish- ul for her, w how honor. | ner might be with | Vin the village sented, ing business, and would s he did not k able the commercial dram his own sex; there wasn'ta would trast him out of si Happy in my future Matilda Jane we: : Sam was very affable ds the and when we arrived in New Y me toa swell hotel to dinner that, we went to some place of whore the girls looked Ii bo vd danced like pupp some? was no name for ‘em, lated myself that Twa plain Matilda Jane. With such a bevy of peauties to select from, the soon-to-be m chant could surely make a Perhaps that was what Matile Well, she'll hav I left | face. journ took * Han i I congratu- married to ya slip, we went somewhere and | r, and then Sam recommended me family hotel, and put the number on a card and » me, for [was sure I couldn't find the way without, my | head was so muddled with what T had drank and the noist ab men in the stre If my memory serves me right, I floundering around the streets” n arly ; at last, [ found the hotel to bed, sicker than the boy who had his first smoke, and on the whole, disgus' with my chaperone, who, I thought, should not have turned me loose in the ** streetsof New York.” Ihave not the faintest idea how long I slept, for the room I was in was dark asa pocket. A rap on the door was the first sound that restored me to consciousness; | then I arose and commenced dressing, but I found it a slow process. Everything seemod } on the sidewalk | possible to have undergone a change; even my present th K the likeness of the ntleman who dist stice in the Second Judicial District. ‘THe Jenar isa hard worker, but occasionally finds time ts were turned inside t. My poeket- and its contents—the 000 and odd— le my way to the office and tried to complaint, but nobody would listen tome. Lasked if, Mr. Slyfellow had called for me, and. they only looked at each other and laughed and winked. I then went out nd told my story to I thought he might know Sly- so I Aeseribed him as minutely man by the name of Ryan answere iption. He followed all sorts of tricks for a living, was first . then a pick-pocket, then As he had ged to leave short time to avoid she had no doubt Slyfellow and Ryan were one. As I had not a cent to travel with, 1 looked about for something to do, but my cessful S no means of livelihood presented themselves to me, I started on foot for home, resolving to tirn policeman. fellow, : week, strange events had taken place. An old flame of Matilda Jane’s had returned from the silver mines with a big haul of the Ithy Ine had bought Squire Mardeuff’s farm, had proposed and been accepted by Matild Jane, and great preparation was being made for the wedding, when them. In my disappointment, I felt like a beaten prize-fighter, knocked out at the first round. One thing was left for me, and that was the I dropped down upon | | to run down to the celebrated Wawayanda 1b House for a few days’ fishing. Our artist eanght him last summer and took him on the xpot. ‘onklin, the owner of ( it South wlls Mr. Chiney the + Lone Fisherman of the Waw nda Club.” position as teacher, which I had not resigned, I resumed operations the next d The bi s I didn’t care t ‘Ale in my weak state, but didn’t the younger kids get | put through | On one thing I Jane’s progeny ever become pupils of mine, Vil whac n within an inch of their lives, to pay off old scores with their mother, Ba A Friend at the Eventime. ‘ul seat, Over Whe rit meet; No wine upon the board, And no madness in the brain, But a cup with kindness stored— That ‘tis bliss indeed, it and § 1d at the eventime;— nt and to wander o'er es in many a clime, ‘That we ne‘er shall look on more; To talk of the times of old— Of the forms we've loved and lost, Of the chang And the stormy seas we crossed, nd cold, A friend at the eventime;— | To talk of the days to come, | To talk of a summer clime, H And to plan us a sunny home— With the little things we need, And the loving things we love, And a home, when old indeed, With the same true friend, above. comicbooks.com