Judge — August 2, 1884 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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i es THE JUDGE. 1, Before bathing Squibbs takes the the keys to his dressing room checks fo around his neck. meaning; for instanc Quoney moi une petite verre de water,” which command, thrice reiter: induced the waiter to fetch her a glass of ** Eau de vie.” At last she decided she hated France, found and, as Martin fully resolved to return to London, g ine to the care of an English travel- ling tutor, who had two other spirits mor wicked than myself in his char This was my first separation from grandma, but as it is her story not my own Tam telling, I will pass over my two months’ tour and relate only our meeting in London, Grandma was so pleased with me when we met again, 1 had learned the use of the razor, as w the French langua I could now smoke cigars and play rouge-ct-noir, I dressed like a dude and owed a few very long bills, but Aunt Prissy, bless her, soon settled all that, and grandma. thought me so much improved. And for my part I felt quite a man, and even Martin blushed when I kissed her, and grandma said severely, ** You are too old for that nonsense now,” But she treated me as a child when [told her my love for Coralie, and as usual I had to go to Aunt Prissy for sympath But we had not much many wors with her, sh leavi time for dreaming, for grandma had settled the day for our return, and almost as soon as I had rejoined them we embarked from Liverpool on our memorable return journey. It was then grandma first met Mr. Hangh- ton. He was a peer’s son, and had an Honor- able before his name. He was going to reside in New Yor! He was about thirty years of age, and had a long fair beard. He was very particular in his attentions both to grandma and Aunt Prissy, and even my unworthy self came in for acertain share in his kindness, i. ¢., he gave me cigars and CONEY ISLAND. precaution of hanging valuables, etc , etc., Ile must have the matter some wa: For that chai himself are And even to touch it the y in the smoking-room, where rds pretty constantly. He good deal of time tucking up grand ma’s feet and moving her chair from. plac won my me we played speni er aps ward don't di ndmamma’s cha For a sacred thing is gi anded safe ¥ most of all. I think, Martin, who hated comfort, and loved New Jenkins. to place and hanging over it. He alwayssat But, after ull, the voyage was monoto- by her at meal times, and handed her up | nous, and we were all glad to be and down stairs, [ remember when grandma told me he was coming to stay with us in New York. She thonght me very rude when I said, “It was a pity he was tiot her grandson instead of me Bat [ never liked him, why I cannot tell—but he had a way of stroking his beard and caressing the cuffs of his shirt that was specially irritating to me. | Then he used to monopolize Aunt Pr nd that made me jealous, and for the first | time I was glad when grandma found fault with her and told her that she was making herself very remarkable by the way she went on with Mr. Hanghton, and that it was very bad taste on her part, for he evidently did not care for her society, and at any rate their marriage would be most unsuitable in every wa’ Tt was vain for Aunt Prissy to say she neither wished or tried to attract him or marry him either; grandma would not listen to reason, so Aunt Pri: tuck to me and quietly dropped Mr, Haughton, who from that time became more devoted than ever in his attentions to grandma’s chair. I confess I had no little fun watching them during the voyage. I wrote verses | about them which gave Aunt Prissy and me ahearty laugh. ‘They began like this: at home. Aunt Pri ting, of cours traveling and di | York and Johnny AN westhetic too-too little Was anxious to li On perfumes and dew; But it did not quite do, And in less than a week she wv Weary, For it was not a strengthening di She felt hu and could not deny But she soon found relief In a sirloin of beef, And advises esthetics to try it. Tene was a young landlord of Kerry, Who was fond of good living—yes, very; But his rents were not paid, So one day, it was said, He had nothing to eat but a berry. Tiere. was a young lady named Lota, Who determined to publish ber photo., But when papa was told, All the copies she'd sold, She denied the transaction in toto. * He loves it, he loves it, and who shall dare th Cotoxet GooveNovan has gone on his : usual summer yachting expedition. This year he has taken a sheep and a hen on And he leans on the back while he whispers and | board, as he wishes to have a fresh egg and j ‘a kidney for his breakfast every morning. To hinder him earryi mamma's ch gn Ile settles the footrest on wh hi she lies, comicbooks.com