Judge — May 17, 1884 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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cate this trifling reli longed to see Trickle ar- alily of the valley inanobby Derby. Therefore, upon the eve of his departure to the city to enter upon mercantile pursuits, she called him to her side and wound her warm soft arms closely about his No, 15 1-2 neck. “Keeper of my heart,” she murmured, in soft as your landlord’s when you uy your rent in advance, and don’t kick at ass band’s hiring the room above to prac- “*T would ask a favor of * ame it,” gasped Trickl gling for breath. “Tt is that you will shoot that antiquated piratical soft hat, and carom out into the world in a brand-new dicer,” sobbed she. For one awful moment J. IH. Trickledown hesitated. Duty battled with inclination. Then he realized that he might as well yield at once and live, as to longer refuse, and be choked to death in the eli embrace of those loving arms. “TI yiel urgled, wondering if that was the way le felt when th being hung. swear it, Viven St ‘That explains the whereforenest of the fact that when J. I. Trickledown entered upon the stern duties of business life, a new sad stiff-crowned Derby clung to hi: It was a week or two before we s down again, ‘Then, one day, we upon the street, but th and friendship had van desire to avoid us, a observe that he wore pattern, and that the ed look’in his eyes. ‘The next Thursday we saw him again. As we were going into a down-town street car, a man dashed wildly out upon the front platform and sprang hur- riedly into the street. The brief glimpse we caught of him, announced that the man was Trickledown, and that he wore a white, set look upon his face and one of the little, pea- nut-shuck style of hats upon his head. met him old time confide: He that of alittle different was a strange haunt- After that, a month el him again, in the post-offi ‘Ile uttered a few hurried evasive words and then slunk quietly away. Ashe slunk, we noticed that his face was drawn and haggard, and that a high silk was perched remorsefully over his intel- ect. One black rainy night nearly six w later, he stole sadly into our room, tos new flat-crowned Derby upon the hat-rack and sank into a chair, vith the most wearied care-laden expression that we evei human face. “T can’t stand it any longer,” he staring into the fire. "This terrible old man of the Sea | the pure and out of me. why did I take first fatal ste ! “What is it,old boy?” we sympathy. “Been robbing something ” “Would it was that,” he sighed ; “then I could make restitution and hope for pardon. But now there is no hope, no hope. You the sharing of my will make the awful burden lighter. When I came here I promised my sweetheart to lay aside my old hat—my tried and trusty old hat and buy and wear a new one. I did so. I could yct them cheap by the quantity and so I bought half-a-dozen scorted styles and sizes. it struck me that I had better lay in a little more brim-covering be- fore the European complications affected the market, and so I purchased two or three more hats, well sir, from that awful day this grown upon me, Lean’t f away from a hat-store without buying from one to a dozen hatsand wearing everyone of them before night. Oh, it is terrible! There is scarcely an hour but that Tam the slave to this fearful appetite for more hats. Only death can release me from its thraldom now. Every hatter in the ci knows my face, and every old hat that they have had in stock for seventy-nine years they good Why—oh, that asked, the with bank or work off on me, Farewell, I ¢ Good-t Then J. HL. three or four hat in with him, n't help it, ‘Trickledown gathered up boxes that he had brought nd went mournfully away, We never heard of him until the newspaper item brought back the memory of a wrecked life and an unfortunate mania, MB. etreT A Disgusted Serenader. A youth went forth to serenade thi ath the mansion’s shade he lady whom he lo: best, And Where erst hi assed ben charmer used to rest He warbled till the morning light Came dancing o'er the hilltop But no fair maiden blessed And all seemed dark and drear to hitn With heart a He drew muc When toh He saw * jow and eyes ablaze nearer than before, horror and ama To Let” upon the door. —Chicage Tribune. Gentle Criticism. * These biscuits remind me of “Well, I declare! Have you Crazy, my dear? Of course «Well, I never expected to hear tany of my cooking resembled your mothe She was a wonderful cook, I have no doubt, for you have said soa million time: Mr. B.—“Yes, she certainly was. In fact, there was only one dish that she ever failed in.” Mrs. B. “What was that?” Mr. I i Biscuits.”"—Phila. A BLOODLESS VICTORY—beating time. Call. comicbooks.com