Judge — April 5, 1884 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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The Pie Winners. *Pwas morning at Harcourt Manor, Cecil Harcourt was sitting up in. be natcly cutting his corns and sippi tail mwas in that deli which betokens the true ari evidence that Ceeil, with th of his friends, had manufacturing a night. A table in the centre of the strewn with cards, and near one have been seen four aces and a king ms to have been in the root The ar 1e ros valuable ance been engag room was whiel h of the disorder Cecil dated the last that his his n presidential | antecedents ocratic as far back campaign, but before were somewhat o He inherited from hi s father, been a political lar furnished employment for and credite There been flying mors that the ten but nothir On ‘this particular snornin ed Cecil, the sun shone it usually docs in novels and the y lay, and in fact body went about their busi systematic way only yellow covers. . Suddenly a knock at Cecil das he utters ** towel round himself, was only his valet look on his Milesian features (which would have stopped an electric current) told Cecil nly than words that someth an al nature had occurred. So he 8, at's the matter; has that founded Smith come to have | hed alre: dy, or is it the she worst.” ~ ‘No, my mast ‘tis Neville, nts to see you in the hall. have struc! who had mill, whieh 1 his tenantry tround certain ru- ere organizing a strike; had occurred, eve sin that n between th come in pused * wraps a Alphonse, con- chips ‘Tell me the fore- I think ssumed an expression as if he had drawn a heart inst of a diamond, and, setting his teeth more closely, 1 ‘Il settle him!” hastily donned a paper collar, he eds down siairs to the great ancestral i of Maud S. and Sarah’ Bernharé with a dozen determi «Now, my mi “what's the trou “Well, sir; id Cecil to Neville, we'r and tired of this ad we want some Aht ably want me toc! you want some change, Prob- 2 in the go to matinees, » ch? sumed a more threaten- Y . as he answered, “No, sir; nothing of that kind; in fact, sir, what we 1 grew deadly pale bled under him. The this demand completely Finally recovering himself, dressed the men: “Men! for years I have striven to do what is right for you, and have tried to m: things as comfortable for you as men in your position could desire. Ihave opened ‘beer gardens for your amusement, and faro banks for your earn now, what more could you want? You evidently want the earth, “Never before has any one menaced me, and his legs trem Xorbitant nature of ed him. he thus ad- THE JUDGE. THE DECORATIVE “And with your exquisite taste, and with ler your house looks so beautiful.” Lapy Vistror Tm sure its now and Iwill not admit any man to threatening attitude towards me except my tailor, “Your de nitude, the R that the Amer the whole hog or none, in you © However. demand, and satisfied, and in place out to vou it will be } to his word (for the Harcourts never » their word except after election time), il ordered pic to be given out to the men chine-made pumpkin pie. Nothing was said for some time. The doctor of the been a poor devil, > natives by drivir nd ina pony phacton; and the drug store sported the unwonted luxury of asoda fountain, ‘The undertaker said noth- ing, but smiled complacently. What was the cause of this sudden change? Alas! alas! A month later we doir—this tim ng his socks. There is a peculiar smile on his counte- nance, and a four-flush air about him, as i he expe At door, in mag- nd for pie exce a nd shows ublican m "is firmly developed I will sin comply with your 1 will retain n find Ceeil in his knock at the ‘omes in, smil- descends the ancestral hall with a more bouyant step, and what a meets his eye! Poor Neville—a wreck of his former self— the sunken eye, the hollow cheek. It i is indeed, dyspepsia!!! “What is it now, my man? ville bowed down, and voi murmured, ‘For heaven's sak the crust a little lighter; we are dying of dyspepsia!” hushed Winmixoton has a Evening. What about per called Ever: iuturday Matinee? AGE, such a quantity of material, Our Domestic Pets. Sven a family as 1 have who or . Eneed not mention here. In- ly realize myself that I dwell fellow men, noblest sin this household of no atively speaking, ‘There 1s a guinea pig, on whom the be ections of the family are centred. ‘There a Marmoset monkeys, three parrot! a few score of ¢ flying squirre ne piel haired rabbits. AIL this don’t finches, bulfinches, and lap do; business has a man like Barnum here anyway? Get me a few torches and I'll warrant we'll turn out just as good a proces sion out of this housi \ it’s a migh uy kind of establishment torun. On i broke one of the pu what they are deed, I sear amo. \ work of ¢ account include finch died of prc autopsy, had to ned tothe wit Ik then rse nerally relieve . As to the parroquets—but bless me, T could go on for a month not tell you half. Soup very good last 1 learned afterwards that a pair of the pic ia rats had got in by accident, and been boiled down, Mrs. Canary is nesting now, quietest thing in the ¢ marioset_ monke having a good time among my bills and papers. As lo only tater up the bills they are One of the tamest of the parroquets loves ton my head and scrape about there, der what it expects to find; it is fi ly, but very unpleasant. All the pets were photographed in a group the other day, but not turn out well, as none of them 41 still, except the dormice and the tor- toises—I believe I forgot to mention them before-—but they photographed really excel- lently well. [will forward the picture with monia, and, solemnly cons s Peete go she is the ablishment, but the comicbooks.com