Judge — May 24, 1884 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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a mighty struggle was going on at the de serted nest: a little, feeble chick was there striving to usher himself into the world without the aid of a friendly hand, At last he sucece in making a window in his prison-house, and then he the mother-love he he began to assume a shape—leaving him thus a motherless orphan before he wi born! With such lugubriously paradox reflections he industriously set to work a When the aperture was large enough to per- mit him to stick out his head he was more than ever inclined to take a pessimistic view of the situation, id, fierce, and ugly looking little itam rooster, with feathers all over his yanking a poor, little, defenceless, rek-looking banty-hen around by the n of the neck. He tily drew back into his shell, more than half inclined to stay there. But it occurred to him that he had not eaten anything for several days—in t that he had not eaten at all—and that he'd like to know just how a little fat worm tasted, any- w So he peered out cautiously to satisfy himself that the murderous bantam was not looking, and then crawled forth. Mrs. Oldhen was just then passing on the wing of Mr. Oldhen, the little Oldhens all running under Mr. and Mrs, Oldhen’s feet to be stepped on. Mrs, Oldhen was at first rather inclined to disown the little Chance, and foist him upon Mrs. Younghen, in the next yard; for Mr. Oldhen did not like a large family, and hersalready assumed alarm- ing proportions; besides, the st comer was so ugly! For, alas, the violent struggles in the agonizing moments just passed, without the slightest knowledge of obstetrics, had left a mark on poor little Chance that he would carry w lation on the groaning boarding-house board —an epoch of hoaryness—for he was born cross-eyed. But all this happened a very long time ago. At least ten weeks ago. And Chan a robust youngster now, quite old enough to thrash any pullet his own size who twits him about his birthmark. — And he ne ally wins his battles—the deformity of the yes giving him the advantage. When his opponent thinks that Chance has about abandoned the fight because he se in another direction, his opponent is simply mis for Chance is simply aiming with wnerriu ma terrific blow that fulminates just behind that de- luded rooster’s eve. But there is one who laughs at Chance without fear of the back-hand blow or angry retort; for there is only I-natured, and even joyous forbearance with it all. Miss Specklewing ha en from the day young Chane in to think of st the fair blue unswerving devotion, likes her aMicte a considerable like; but her innate modesty forbids d= mission of the fact, so she veils her real feeling in the guise of capriciousuess; and she rallies him without merey about not only his cross-eyes but his nly its for he has just reached that stage of chicken- hood, when, like the us boy, he don’t know what todo with his feet. ‘So she suf- fers hisawkward attentions with secret pleas- ure, And to-day they have gone together to visit the Incubating Establishment. Chance and Miss Specklewing ing before one of the cage ested|3 observing the wee things running about inside—a dozen or more tumbling over each ss Specklewing — stopped to take | on some breath, and ask himself if this was | ud dreamt of ever since | th him to hisday of immo- | ns to be | h things, | i chick he has loved with | JUDGE. THE DUDE'S SOLACE. | | HENRY IRVING |} mes LAST ARPEARANCE | other in frantic pursuit of the companion with a grain of corn—dozens more running in and out of the oblong box with narrow | red-flannel curtains called the ‘* mother- hen,” and M Specklewing is blushing furiously at some whispered remark her companion just made to her. ‘They linger a little, then turn to go. — But there are tears, tender, happy tears in Miss Speckle- | wing’s downcast eyes as they go into the day- slight. Both are silent. “And Chance is thinking how altogether lovely she looks with the love-light new-born shining through her tears, and how lucky the chance that | directed their careless “feet thitherward. | Mrs. Chance-to-be is softly whispering to herself: ‘Dear little things! Dear old cross-eyes! Tam so happy! But it was all la put-up job!” BURTONICUS Tue Lasker business having dropped out of the newspapers, has turned up in ye rural debating society, where so much additional light has been thrown on the subject, that some village statesmen are not quite cle whether it was ‘Tom marck or Prin Ochiltree that was banished to St. Peters- burg for knocking down the Sergeant for sending to the German Guard-house of Rep- resentatives (Reichsta 1 American Reso- lution, in a perfectly sober and. disorderly condition, merely because he was traveling without his preamble, and a pass from Sec: retary Kaiser. A suipreny place—that part of the child | to which the mother applies the pedal cov- | ering. Henry Was Gone BUT THE LILY REMAINS. House Cleaning. | Taktne down the pictures, | Dusting off the wall— “Not at home this morning, | Should there be a call.” st and eg Husband skips for town. aking up the carpe Tacks and du asking qu Bell goes on uning ho First day of thes ght! a doctor call Wife done up in bed; Husband s t reporter’s item; ner had a ring | stiff’ found floating. | First one of the sprin Verdie t of the jury— pman sly old mouse— | + Suicide from torment Caused by cleaning house. | | for breakfast, i] turned upside down, i} girl a-jawing, for In ons s from me a puneh. | | We Washing off the windows, | iF ors all open—wide— 1H ith pail and du ay ed to be my bi i » fire in the furnace— 1 ring: anit to-day, mum, nih ing.” ots for drug store; ks who is dead. comicbooks.com