Judge — February 23, 1884 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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THE FEBRUARY THAW WELL PREPARED, along the entry, a rently hurled vi struck him wit head that he reel ing, rolled down the up in the gutter. } cious! What's happene exelaimed, gathering himself upand bewilderedly about him, Mr. Spilkins’ first impression w had been struck by lightnin that there had been that he had been « finally, after he hi ickwards, lost his foot- ps, and finally brought his second, earthquake, and then ight in a eyelone; door,” said Mr. §., to himself, upon his feet, and shaking the mud and water from hisclothes, I must circumvent that brute some way or other.” At this moment he luckily bethought him- self of one of the back parlor windows from which the catch had been broken off, and h which he might get “Oh my Neville, if you should ever prove untrue tome, 1 think 1 would disfigure you Sor life with a bolle of vitriol!” upon the fore- | THE JUDGE. ture up stairs, he could s night, he thot So, stealing quietly to th of the hous and put it cautiously Mountin, less! the sash and peered into the room, profoundly still, and thu just ere ftly in when sera x of feet over the lowed by a tremend lor furniture, we bh ep on the sofa a side yard stepladder window, he lifted Ml was ed he had ack window and drop > work of the next have made a narrow 1 rising he found that he was » must sis very embarrassing, not to say said the poor old gentleman, in tone of v *But that Cx a wateh dog, and no mistake: how to get in, rneft splend Goir oone of the kitchen windows, he inserted the blade of his pen- knife between the sashes, and at last ein pushing back the catch, Scarcely to breath, he stepped cautiously in, and took an anxions survey of the ‘The doors were all closed and he felt re |“ Tcan sleep here all n he said to him- self, quietly tak pat, teoat, and then hi 8. @T mi : a worse plac nsolingly reflected, “and this blanke e off a table, * will keep m before the fire.” He wrapped it about him, for he could never bear to sleep in his clothes, and then stret himself on the floor before the fire. ‘The night was intense! id in his movement to get nearer to the range, he unlucki brought his foot into sharp collision with th al scuttle, which overturned it with con- erable noi ‘Trembling with terror, while drops of perspiration s d out. upon | his forehead and his hair bristle bolt upright and listened. umpe { up, threw off his blanket a | for the window, through which he da knocking his head against the upper sash, | shattering three or four panes, and then rushing to the lower end of the y: scaled an apple tree with the agility of a| squirrel. At the same instant darted out ofthe kitehen window. A window above land Mrs, Spilkins appeared there yelling “murder, thieves,” at the top of her | while a couple of policemen jumped the railing in the front of the house and | ran around to the back yard. The dog who had been making frantic leaps in the air to h Mr. Spilkins, now turned about and | went for the enemy in the rear, much to Mr. S.’s relief, who, taking > of the melee going on between Cwsar and his two | ‘nists, slipped down from his perch, | eth chattering with cold and fright, | lin at the window and up the stairs, never stopped until he had burst open the of his room and rolled head] the floor, where he found Mrs, of violent hysterics. Next morning the mutilated remains of two policemen were picked up in the yard, and it only remains for ustoadd that on that me day the further serviecs of Casar were pensed with, T.1.%, sce pis “eras invariably in advance we don’t lo a eredit business at th . ‘ked Trne to the line.” | BRUARY THAW TOTALLY UNPROVIDED, Hurrah for the Man who Pays. ‘There are men of brains who ev and sell, and really do well y of the poor. t quite deep in debt ad ways And so we say that the man to-day Is the honest man who pays When in town he never sneaks down, With head erect he will never deflect, But boldly each man meet He counts t pst, before he is lost In debt’s mysterious maze, And he never bu But calls for his bi s in a manner unwise, There's a cet In then He is not a! By a jack-le What he If it’s ca And when Harrah for the man who ters dash 1 he will certainly do, THE HUNGRY TRAMP. MISSUS, CAN'T YOU Give ME SOMETHING TO EAT?” say, comicbooks.com