Judge — June 21, 1884 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. VERY DANGEROUS. ing, you know Mr. BR—* No thank you. His eyes are brilliant (and bloodshot) as the morning sun, and his carly auburn hair floats grandly on his high and noble fore- head. But hold, who is this gallant young captain of so fine and stately a craft? It is no other than than Red Haired Larry, the Terror of the Spanish Main. Yes, our old friend Larry, from whom we parted in New York. Three years have made a great many changes in our hero, To begin with, since we saw him last in Avenue A he been all around the world. “ Suil-ho,”” sung out the man at the maintop. ‘* Where a answered the gallant young captain. “Three points off the weather bow.” “Thunder, you don’t so say; well, all right my lads. Keep her sou-sou-west and she will be our rize before we are many hours older. Ah! en, I thought as much” (thus spoke Larry to his true and trusted lieutenant), ‘she shall not escape us again. All hands beat to quarters. Silence. My lads now give her a dose of your leaden pills.” ‘ Harrah, Hurrah,” sung out his noble and gallant crew in chorus. ‘There was not a man among them who would not have given his very life if his handsome and noble-hearted captain had wished it. Aooxy IIL. “So, Don Mauricio, you will not consent to Margruetia being my wife. Zounds, sir, do yon know to whom you speak?” The speaker was our gallant hero, and the person addressed was the futher of Margruetia, the lovely and accomplished Spanish maiden whom Larry had captured when on his last voyage. Of course, as usual, the old man It is very dangerous in hot weather. I never drink it.” was obstinate at first, but Larry expected in time to win him over. We mast go back a little to give the reader a synopsis of the above. It will be remembered that the pirate crew were fighting hard to gain their prize, which they eventually did, but after a hard struggle, in which many of their number were slain. But, by a sharp piece of prac- tice of Larry’s, the end was near when she as compelled to strike her colors, which she did in about two hours after being first sighted. It proved to be a very rich prize indee Her cargo consisted of rich spices and fruits and numerous other merchandise, including a large sum of money in gold dol- lara. But where, oh where are they now? Ask of the winds (or rather Red “Haired arty, the Terror of the Spanish Main.) Agony IV. We are again in New York. Two years have passed since the last chapter was writ- ten. (N. B.—The author says it is only two minutes, but two years look better, ther fore we bribed the typo to stick it in thu A tall and stately old gentleman, accom- panied by a younger and more graceful man of about twenty-three years of age, was walk- ing up Avenue A. Passers by stopped and looked at the handsome pair as they swept past.‘ Who are they?” is whispered about. Why it is no less a personage than our hero Larry, and his esteemed father-in-law, Don Mauricio. For, you must know, he is one of New York’s money kings, and, of course, courted by all. It is said he was the author of that famous speech which will be handed down in future generations and will be a credit (7) to the average American! The speech we refer to was that most excellent valedictory concluding with, ‘The public be d A few more words and our story isended. Larry is now a respected member of Gotham socie' nd is noted for his munificent gifts tocharity. Margruetia, it is needless to say, is as handsome as ever, and is now the mother of twins. THE END. Wuex the golden sunli the stream, And the silver lilies, star-like, ‘mong the olive When the bullfrog seeks the cover of the grasses tall and r And the pickerel at noonday seeks the shadow of goes in swimming in a costume ‘That was worn by fair Godiv entry she rode. He splashes in the limpid stream with many a glee- ful shout, And on the bank returning puts his shirt on inside out: And when bis mother questions him, ‘How came that garment sot” Ile looks upon it with surprise, and says he doesn’t know; When further pressed to give the cause, this reason he employs: “T must have turned a somersault when playing with the boys.” , when through Cov- —Somerville Journal, —eggs for calico. Superstitions die hard; but when people investigate they have to give up the ghost. A “nrave” deed —making the squaw do all the work. A STILL NIGHT—when the moonshiners work, Waiting for a Letter. YESTERDAY noon there were about twenty people in line at the general delivery window of the post office, when a woman undertook to crowd in a place nearer the head “Madam,” observed the man she would have crowded down the line, ‘this window s run on the principle of a barber shop— first come first served.” “Yes, but Iam terribly anxious to get a letter,” she replied My husband is in Cleveland, and I expect a letter with money in it. If I don’t get it I don’t know how I’m going to get along over Sunday.” “What a coincidence!” he exclaimed. “My wife is in Buffalo, and I’m expecting money from her. If it doesn’t come my landlord will set me out doors, and I’ll have to pawn my coat to raise a stake to play policy! Can’t we pool?” “What do you mean, sir “Why—ahu—if your husband won't sup- port you, nor my wife support me, let’s chip in and hire the same lawyer to get our di- vorces; comes cheaper, you know, where the jobs are rolled into one.” She flatly refused to join in any such ar- rangement, and when the clerk answered, “Nothing for you,” the hyaena of a man grinned and chuckled and he was glad of it—served her right.—Detroit Free Press. comicbooks.com