Judge — July 19, 1884 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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we) Tt Sey eet Tar om aes ey THE REASON WHY. you see Mrs. McCarty the rayson why I can't go to Surraheusto-a-go is bekase Pat has putt so much improvements on the Lonsdale th:s spring.” and soon his “uncle” had possession of his nickel-plated time-piece, and Edward had three dollars in his pocket. Little the fair sipped the cooling ice, of what her lover was experiencing on her account; and as she saw his cream was gradually assuming its pristine consistency, she took a few spoonfuls from his plate as well as her own, Just to wonder where her rd had gone, she saw his » wre id as he again moppea his brow adjusted his shirt :oilar, he smiled sweetly upon him. He drank his puch at one fell swoop, took two spoonfuls of his melted cream, Hed for his check, and not very yoliely d her if she were ready to go hovae. Rather reluctantly she their way back his’ silence was so marked, that she felt compel'ed to ask him, what was the matter: “What troubles you, Edward?” she ex- claimed.‘ Auy more failures in Wall | Why notconfide in your own Dulci- recked s she beg ” he replied, “more failures. I’ve lost fine. and have been obliged to apply to my wacte for aid.” “T trast ne will as mured, “J wouldr’t trust too much in anything, if I were you,” he replied, and she begins to think his advice most wise, For fourteen hot July evenings she has sat upon the frent etoop, waiting for a figure that never approaches, and listening for a footfall thay no longer frequents the neighboring avenue, ‘The Casino roof knows you,” she mur- sente’, and on ; her presence no more, and the } | longer wafts an occasional zephyr. | Her ice-cream season has been brought to | & premature close, and as the hot stone steps grow hotter, she ponders on the fickleness of man in general, and of her own Edward in particular. | aa Irish Blacksmith's Tale Told by Himself. As long as I lived in the auld counthry, I \had plinty of work. There wasn’t an ass in the counthry but been to me reg’lar to be shod; the same with the ploughs and horses. | Tkept a journeyman, who was seventy-four of age and bedridden, and I niver w hout a girl to coort, aud might have married £200 more then onct and a nice farm, | but I wouldn’t do it. So that’s the rai Jeame to New York and set up bu there for meself, with a black negro bla smith journeyman, all for love of pretty little Nancy Jones, who came out two years |ago, and was the only girl I ever fancied; | but she wasa bit of a rogue, and not wan | bit of her directions, or where she was, could | I find out, though I knew well she was lost | about me. So I up and spoke toall the lads, I knew |her own cousin as well as another, and I | sed I’d give five shillin’s to any man who'd bring me to Nancy. But they only made sport of me, and they humbngged ime, and even Black Tom, me own man, riz humbug on me too, At last they seen I was getting 'raal mad, and by the time I’d cracked open a couple of their thick heads, they grew to 5 t down in airnest, n cousin, says to und tand [was ri So John O'Donnel, h “Be aisy now, Masther P: “and hould yourself in readine her out and no mis day, D. V or no.” So I got meself ready Phursday night waited till near eleven, but whin the lads didn't come, I dozed asleep by the fire While I was in the sleep, didn’t ‘the villions come to me, and of coorse they wanted spoort. tuk a fi soot ont » with me hit of butther, ! ‘ace all over before th * save he, . for I found nd I'll take you to her to- p, or if not to-morrow, ‘ ays he, ‘ar Friday, whether waked me up. on, Masther Pat,” says John, ive now, or you'll be too late to seo I stuck me auld hat on, and off wint without the sicond wo: We ked a good nd at last John stopped at the do an iligant mansion, where he said Nancy’s misthress lived. auld crone opened the airy dour for we shtole in like mice. They show into an iligant room all lighted at lookin’ g eeper’s room,” says down, jintlemen,” h Mi ” for led Naney. Thinks I, : grown this grand, Pl want to mind myself.” So T walked over to the looking-glass that was over the chimble: to luk at the set of me new green tie. You might have knocked me down wid a feather, when I got sight of me bl: nd the lads breaking their hearts laughin’ at me. Av coorse I thought they'd called the wrong man, and that it was Black Tom, the j in it, and not me at ws I, ‘fora set of blundherin’ omadhouns. ” It’s the wrong man ye fetched, and it was the hoight of Inck I found out tl before T commited meself with } With that I kicked we Their [T found out it nit. Any more than redikilous way, but house I wint to, a wouldn't come init wid me ntof Nancy [’ve n that, I was blacked in by ill luck I forgot the the bo; more, seen, and the match i: y find her yit, and be even with them that blackened me, or I’ll know the raison why. Psyche. ath the for her sheep all day meadows ‘wild they played, ang to love a roundelay d tired by maid a Closed fast his eyes and sa And stru bow his wait arrrows in his id's in my power, n or rule; sig V'll free the And o'er the 1 She me world fro) adow, maki antle o'er his heart, Unstrings the bow from off his waist, was Payche’s theft, Tho’ of bows and arrows all b ance toward ber tlies— ws keen in other eyes comicbooks.com