Judge — February 2, 1884 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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BLUE BL OOD: PROM “SHORT STORIES FOR THE USE OF SCHOOLS.” PROLOGUE, S1x thousand ment of this stor ld. It will be m came I tor into the pmber this ase it is obvious, even toa Penn- n intellect, that had Adam not come into the world this story could not possibly have been written, Four thousand years rolled by, four thousand years rolle and Juliis few unimpe entries then r flight into oblivion, and_ the head of Mary, Queen of See naparte fell; then John stocks, pork and lard fel Villard fell; and thus, having combined in struction with amusement, we come to our ved in folds of ce lent a quiet dignity chin, which, but for m, upward soaring of the regulation would have slid down to his breast- rand been forever lc Tad John’s hair own down s » to his eyebrows, it n’s forehead would have commanding feature, but, as it compels us toadmit that if high ohn before virtue a somewhat reced 1 he was a trillionaire? What sons want with high foreheads? . | ut todo with them. ature knows that, and —in view of the ri lionism in our midst—invented dudes. you bet your hindermost dollar, m. little boys, actly wh prompte And dear nature knows just ex- she’s about. She don’t want a from anybody, and take care to that you don’t forget it. we introdu , ing the bell attached to the front door of the sion of Hilde- brand Skugger, banker of Wall street. There we wi ve him, while we investi- gate the interior of the house. * . . . id Hildebrand Sku as he fondly 1 the peanut-colored of his daughter Silesia chair in ana puce-colored dress cut decollette in the skirt, a mmed with the finest Valenciennes ever turned out of a Fall River “* My darlin; * But why, father, why must [ tear the romance of my young life to shreds and ters—why must I bury the hopeful re zation of a stupendous joy under the ss clods of never-ending woe ny, oh! oh, wh use, my child,” and the stern old 's nostrils: quivere 1 a shudder shook his frame, by the arm as he s and drew her off ear on a level with the gi pleased to call his mouth—** bes and he finished the communication in a whisper! “Oh no, not that, oh, not tha cried Silesia; and, as her limp form fell upon rid growth of mil- | John Grimes to | | sunk deep in its « Ath, AFTER IIS BIRTHDAY. Doctor—* You harn’. Lattie Patient—** No, sir and the quart of nuts all agreed with me.” ard carpet, her agonized pa- it that, owing to his words, he y put anend to the run of the rent ‘thon had suddet arpet she wa ther! You and although [ love him with a m devotion that can ed, yet will I speak the that shall part us forever!” », heroic girl!” exelaimed the proud yet sad banker, as he beheld the havoc that his words had alres made in his danghter’s appearance. The once sparkling eve Ce Temitted bpta feeble glimmer. - ‘The proud family ni tha set so jauntily upon the fair young face seemed suddenly’ to have years older, and leaned listles right cheek of wher, (owing to the fall) were or is safe in | base, and numbers of them dotted the floor at intervals. While the once bonny figure shrank within its corse dd nothing but the stern, rigid outlines of the latter were visible to the casual observer. “She is a little bent,” thought the un- happy parent, ‘but you bet your sweet life she’s still in the ring!” and, with those thoughts uppermost, he turned the handle | of the door and disappeared from view. oe Bat why, angel; in what — I offend- It was John’s voice that pierced the atmosphere of the room with those touching words, so full of hope deferred, of joy—ker- flummuxed, “Tn no way!” answered the agonized girl, as another stray tooth found its way to the +; the three pies, two cakes, pound of canily. eaten anything which disagreed with you, have you?” four oranges, either girl or man— carpet, unnoticed b; alin their minds were finding room for He sand the rest of the humanity, to be bothered as a toot In no way, toa fault, and when few more year's pr beautiful, but——" and her voice shook like linen on the clothes-line in a high wind "— “Tecan never be your's!” hy? T insist on knowing J young dude’s voice and bearin, | ai ity th t few would have credit for. “lam young, hanc for am I not the only son of a trillionaire?” | You are, a a p reply, ** but the differe ny idea of marri: * Difference wondel . ntal to about such a trifle You are generous ur moustache has a you will be very And the in our rank,” he repe: “Is not this a republie—are nd equal; and, if there ar , does not wealth stand on the “wealth does not! Ancestry is above w id when I reflect that when your grandfather ww, and spoke in t I find it impossible to mix my Knickerboc blue blood with your crimson Hibernian fluid!” ently he bowed before the justice of her ‘and withdrew, Shortly after Skuggle ndson of th man who ma leg, and John rapidly went to the bi brought up in that whirlpool of plebeianism > great | —the Congress of the United States, THE END. See Za as comicbooks.com