Judge — July 12, 1884 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. The Baffled Baggage Smasher. OR THE ASTOUNDING ADVENTURES OF DEA- CON JONES’ NEW TRUNK, Wnex Deacon Jones had accumulated a few hundred dollars, by the eale of garden and the like, he concluded that he like to see a little city life, and started for New Y dingly. The unhappy man had selected the summer season for his quite oblivious of the fact that town Jd be empty—however full he might be —and that everyone who was anyone would be moving nght in the opposite direction. Ile also was ignorant of or had forgetten the fact t the tide of summer travel was at its height, and that the best trained and most experienced bs employ of the various would be at their respective po anxious to crush any article in the luggage out of all semblance of humanity at & moment's notice. Ignorant of all this, good Deacon Jones packed his ancient box and gaily started for the depot. He reached the depot ; so did histrank. He took a ticket for lis deati- nation and checked his trunk to the same point. He reached his destination, but his trunk—ah, where was it? Was this little mass of inferior kindling wood, this battered of total wreck, the comparatively neat and handsome trunk which the old woman had packed so carefully for him at home. One by one, familiar garments met his eye as they protruded from the wreek, and convinced him that the pile of kindling wood before ment $ e mortal re- mains of his cherished S. Then fire flashed from I then, although he never eu a left-handed prayer with more fervor than , and then and there he vowed that he 5 that he sicrifice all wreaked avenge roof his wardrobe would p would f business t t to the city ure and J ce mere upon his He has been there a week, uot been idle. He » hack result t big at it. her that can Onec the city. with him in i with leatl thumper on the ra tained its forest 1 7 z usted sul, ved upon the Tt weighed upon ppetite fell otf hits. Ile was plan for trouk. As plan after plan was tried failed, the poor man pined mv visibly. His companions, alarme condition, u 1 him to de bati He was a proud and h ed ma his pride was enlisted. “1 that trunk, or die in the attempt One peaceful morning in th mer, the ba smasher, now worn to a shadow, resolved on one final attempt. He conveyed the trunk to the roof of the depot ngand let it fall below. The trunk 1 Then the ba and murmure smusher’s ove van, ore to ¢ Ie arly sum- his proud © fragrant July morning. friends buried him in the (hitherto w od) he er’s corner in the cemetery, Deacon was aver The t comicbooks.com