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THE JUDGE. 2. THREE WAYS OF SEEING IT. WHAT ton; he’ Ilow’s the folks—I “Is my cousin, inquired the Bear, in tender U'By the way,” interrupted. the Bull, “Tye ght my wife a birthday pre: ent of $25,000,000 worth of bonds of the Gilt Plate R. R. She dont like such a pre ent, and I’ve got to get her something els 4 n have them a 000,000 discount. my uncle’s chief clerk. on Buck and old Marm Miss Southtown, well? Th » Bear, falling » only worth They haint, into his old | 000.” ‘This remar! to quarrel dvant the lamb, who was »rofe; stole the bonds and made himself s When the bunk led anc to sell out for $15,000, , the ev found they had been duped. The lamb sold the bonds to a countryn for fifty cents. [Monat.—Don't leave one erc busi- ness to go into another, with the hopes of fleecing an innocent lamb, or you may find a wolf in sh 's clothin, ed th » would-be bankers un Always Has a Good Stock on Hand. erful woman that Mrs, Mrs. Yeast to her “Wurat a we Crimsonbeak is,” said friend. “Why addressed. “Why tem wonderful?” inquired the one T never knew her to be out of Nor Lcither,” quickly added one not an admirer of the lady in question, ‘* she always seems to have plenty of it.” — Yonkers States man. Wi that animal become Because it is the cat- s Tommy embraces his cat, why does like pol examiner? P SAW. She Relented. * You'd better, d Just like as not the train will run this is fora lady Catch me taking off my ., this night. Why anybody here and pull these enrtains “Why, de in your own room, mash a great deal | shoes, You know fore we were mar- ow come, pet, let me untie your pr yon?” "You shan't, Harry, tell you [won't take my shoes off, and I wont, y there. Tam going to sit up here and lean inst this pillow and look out of the window and Tl be dy dressed fo Drealfaat in’ the mori You can sleep down there if you Ie argued, inded, but the six- x-hour bride rema une firm, and it was evi- dent that a dark cl on the fi young honeymoon. Th last thi before going E what he said was his last ppeal. hear the end of it, but woke next and found all quiet in the next berth, the other passengers were soon up, porter had their beds metamorphosed into seats, but still the bridal couple slept. Fi- ly they were roused by the conductor, and after forty minutes of floundering in the lower bunk, and frequent whispered inquiries for sundry missing articles, conspicuous among which was “ my other shoe,” there appeared a plump little woman with frowsy hair and a jair of pretty blushes, which deepene¢ widened surprisingly as she met th her fel It was app she had nted—Chicago Herald. morning All nd the A Goon place for a calves-head dinner— The Hotel De Ville. | | 3. THREE WAYS OF SEEING IT. WHAT THE LADIE Made it out West. have you?” — [said to n who sat in the “Been out West, a smart-loo! seat beside m “Yes, sir; been out there for ten year “Where were you locat Changed around afortune. Am now Shall live in a big stot e prettiest towns in New Don’t suppose you will believe it, sir, but it’s a fact, 5 its to wait on ni jan right on t Yes, made I keep my own 1 shall . and a few from the ow, that will de ecny; *Tinterrupted. “I'm no use to tell such stories to. It’s.a fact though,” he replied, ‘and sthe proof of it.” And he held np his hands and exhibited a pair of handeuffs adorning his wri “ Yes, sir, he’s my prisoner, ar him from Montana to Auburn, eyed, bearded man behind him. A misun- r between you and special rd to the whereabouts of some ters, wasn’tit, i “ Train ivago Herald. I'm taking ida keen- Wues the enterprising plumber isn’t plumbing, isn’t plumb And his rosit home of Esqnimauy and I When the kitchen boiler isn’t frozen tight And the water-pipes are bursting not in glee, 1 buttons up so brightly, arquis ‘Tne celestial Irishman—O Ryan, “Ir’sa cold day when I snow. yet left”—the Amertoan ‘TITLes Bearon Wallstreet, Earl Ytobed Distinction Yourchickens, OF punt comicbooks.com