Judge — May 10, 1884 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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* Arrah, Mr. O'Donovan, entirely, Sure its a Begorra, it’s Prisidint he should be. Three Strikes—Out. sone, y sit apart “TL would that I were And then tly “That I was love's white dove, ab To hover by thy me side “1 would that I were * said she, eyelids hide While her droppin 1 be a prison for thee p thee by my side.” clock strikes two, h heart to heart * the father said ‘As he glid i wii gual grew red as he mentioned bed Vith a dark paternal glare The clock strikes three, Arise—depart! The Elopement. A TALE OF LAND AND WATER. It was a lovely evening in the month of June. Several millions of stars (not to men- tion the moon, who had taken an extra horn that night, and was pretty full) shed their effulgent light, and illumined the vine-clad cottage where dwelt the lovely Belinda Jane Brown. It pout half past eleven, or thereabout, when the back door opened noiselessly, and the lovely Belinda stepped lightly in the back kitchen garden, dressed in her best Sunday clothes, with a green parasol, and blue poke bonnet trimmed with green feathers, which she had that d id at a high-ton low price of three for twenty balance of her wardrobe a blue cotton handkerchief. On arriving at about the middle of the potato-patch, Belinda Jones stopped, guzed fixedly into the illuminated obscurity, and gare a low, musical growl. Instantly arose rom the damp potato vines a manly form. It was the noble James Augustus Smith, -fivecents. curely tied in that namesake of ll owin to him they do be havin’ them airthquakes in THE JUDGE. yers, O'Donovan is a grate man England dressed in a new suit of store clothes, which he had that day purchased at the great cloth- ing house of Snickelbum & Co., atan outlay of seven dollars and a half. He wore a new pair of number eleven boots. of his wardrobe was secured in a red ban- danna handkerchief and suspended grace- fully from his shoulder by means of a blue cotton umbrella. “‘Loveliest of thy sex, Brown,” said tie manly thou? And in harried acc ble creature answered, ‘* Jt air. And wilt fly with me?” youth. In a voice tremulons with emotion she answered, ‘*I wilt;” and she fell on his neck, and shed scalding tears on the back of his new Piccadilly collar, which he had just purchased at a Senec furnish- ing store at a cost of fifteen cents. Although the starch w: sken out of James Augustus’ collar by this demonstra- tion of Belinda, it was not taken out of Aim. Planting his number elevens firmly on two rows of potatoes, he stood like the Colossus of Rhodes, and, supporting her drooping form on his left shoulder, spoke thus: “Yonder my bark rests on the billow—the night wanes—let us fly at once.” “**Skip’ is the word, old boy,” said the | lovely maid, as she brandished her green parasol, and tore down through the cabbage garden ata pace that left James Aug gustus me distance in the rear. ‘The fact wi gret to state it, but Snicklebum & Co. were out of large sizes, and had per- the unlucky youth to pureh of clothes two sizes too small. Moreover, it was the first time he had worn the number and his favorite corn was aggravated in a most excruciating manner. 5 While all this w. ing, Old Brown, the parent of the lovely Belinda, was quietly Belinda Jane youth, ‘is it nts the adora- id the bold taking his first sleep, and dreaming of rob- | bers in his cabbage garden. but the fact was he and just at the crit youthfal couple commenced their flight, he snored so loud that he woke himself up. He We say quielly, as snoring fearfully. asuit | al moment when the | heard voices in his cabbage garden. ‘To his blunderbuss and rush down stairs was the work of an instant. He burst open the kitchen door and rushed out, in his pre-his- toric costume, just as the unlucky Augustus ing the garden wall. We will not report the di: he used when he caught a glimpse of their flying figures through the darkn Il larn ye to steal my cabbages,” yelled old Brown, aud he took deliberate aim with | the blunderbuss, losded with slugs. A ter- rife report followed, and a corresponding screech went up from the garden wall, Then all was still or I right,” said Old Brown, shouldered the blunderbuss, ‘‘/e wont steal any more cabbages. In the mornin’ I'll go out and plant him.” And he returned to his virtuous couch and slept the sleep of the just. The fearful screech that followed the ex- plosion of Old Brown’s blunderbuss, was uttered by Belinda Jane, as she descended from the garden wall. She came down head-foremost; but, as the ground was soft, the principal damage was sustained blue poke bonnet and the green feather. James Augustus had also suffered somewhat in his wardrol Although he descended feet first, he left one of his coat tails on the top of the wall, and sustained a terrible rent in his nether garment. The blue-cotton umbrella was also badly dam 8. s, did not, how- ever, dampen the ardor of the youthful lov- ers. James Augustus drew from his pocket a large red bandanna handkerchie! ying the corners around his waist, it to droop gracefully in place of the missi coat-tail. Belinda “Jsne straightened out the bonnet, but the feathers refus lie down, and stood straight up like a thre pronged pitehfork. In this picturesque and airy costume, Augustus led the way as they continued their flight. Over le, through brash and brake, they fied; the stars still glimmered; the moon scemed to feel ex- ceedingly jolly over the und was getting higher than ever. they came In view of a noble barque, as she lay at an- chor on the blue waters of the It was a craft of two-mule power. captain paced the quarter deck, dressed in a tarpaulin hat and pea jacket, with a botde of corn-jnice in the left breast pocket. ‘This bottle he frequently withdrew, and placing one end at his mouth looked through the bottom at the starry heavens, to determine the state of the weather. He had come to the conclusion that there was a storm brew- in polical language as he he cook reposed in the arms of Morpheus, with her head in the coul-scuttle. The cabin boy was sharpening his prod, preparatory to ing up steam, by means of the off mule. “Ship aloy!” shouted the noble James Augustus. y away?” replied the bold captain. off-hand larboard corner, nor’- ” shout James Agustus, there, and stow your gab, you said the bold captain. “Brave mariner, I demand immediate passage on your craft—we fly—the avenger is on our track—no time is to be lost.” “Go to blazes,” said the captain, A terrific combat was about to ensue. ‘The stern eye of James Augustus flashed fire. He grasped the blue cotton umbrella firmly in bis hand, and prepared to board. In less time than it takes to tell it, the num- ber elevens resounded on the quarter deck with a noise that awoke the cook and fright- comicbooks.com