Judge — August 30, 1884 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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12 THE JUDGE. He Did The Best He Could. Tw ‘ As Irish laborer was killed on the railroad, and one of his fellow workmen was deputed | | ms r to break the news to his wif “Break it gintly to her, Dennis, poor sowl,”” he was instructed. “Lead up to it by degrees, and not be to sudden like.” “Tsthis Mr den?” asked Dennis, who was frightened at the task before him, of the woman who opened the door, Itis. Phat de ve want?” “Ts Miste ‘adden in?” “He is not. He is beyant on the railroad, wurking fur nine ‘ “Tr'sa foinc eFadden, Would ye moind given tashte of wather? ess to the stuff. It’s a foine udden.” foine day. Phat would ye be wid Misther McFadden? “T want to see him on private business. wull he be home this av’nin’, de ye think?” “He wull.” 1 “ Misther McFadden isa very dacent mon, and shure he foine lookin’ woife. "| Yer of sh decent, ov coors | *“ Yis; me grandfathur was an O'Rourke and me fathur was the best man that iver — | left ould Oircland.” © Think Oi'll wait for Misthir Mc ere rome Rar . PTE r I want to s | LIVING ON THE FAT OF THE LAND. comes'hom “ Poor crathur,” commenced Dennis as he “nap” on it. He wears very loose pan “bricks” among my acquaintances, but T | ‘here Sheyrcome now with all th * and very long coats, and enormous shocs. | would not say that he was one. He didn’t | \oereyr ey Comme none wit Ie is said that he is im the habit of visiting like the remark. 1 fear he thought T was | Paguen,” exclaimed Dennis, the shoei asking for the largest) making fun of his pet theory, but [was not, | o> carp a vers, A tralora 4 pair thes we him for five dollars. He [was only thinking of a chicken that tn yes Rusband £6 Jor & train ran. over wears long neck-cloths or chokers which | cooking for my dinner, and which, though | te Meee time wind man vround his neck and the in it must be ray iy overdon go evuld not have | Hennis said: “ Byes, I broke thenews gintly, arge bow in front. served till his departure. I told him so, as »_ Philadelphia Ct I | anne never has his hair cut. He says he | delicately as I Mild, and he looked. at’ me | Boot sowle”—Péaladelphia Call good a right to wear his long, as the with scorn, and departed saying, ‘* Eating as good a right to wear his long, a 1 al 8 mying. Hating Why SHS ‘Sprenaa’Hersalt. Pwomen live for.” — . y rate I like to have y girl from Philadelphia, ilar hour, and as the | ® naatically in her gait at Sea ee reulstel cor that I was| que Adam was made of has | 18 in consequence of plumpness, and wi fee ee eee hon to eonirol himself, | remained in abeyance to long, there’s no | inevitably waddleat 40, "She has this season | Aidine my opinion that he had a very bad | reason it might not wait over a few hours | taken walking the hotel veranda with strides r Iden, tke to him at wanst when he have to bang theirs short. and drinking and d He and [ have ordy wara, but Lam | ing and eating, that i no match for him in ‘gument, and he Perhaps he is t nares me or my feelings. He lost his | my dinner at temperand avery short neck, sothat heought | more, to satisfy the craving appetite of a | that imme: ely e her shortness and to beware of appoplexsy. He ge hungry descendant of his called thic hoes of pe an | Said, “LT meant to insult him. Tawitua TomPKINS, ‘ ioe vkes you take such long steps? | er than I should, and she was asked || would live far long : Shoal | that he would yet cat the goose that fattenec on my grave.” I was offended and let him | The Dark Horse. ly “Tdoitquite unconsciously,” she replied, g with feminine neatness and despatch, | see it, and to my intense astonishment I } —. I’ve been a month at West Point, you know, received a sort of gruff apology from him|, ‘ Miss mith has quite a number of fol- | and the military step has been len thened to next day, in the course of which he most | OWers, Yes, she has plenty of | thirty inches. “I got used to it, don’t you see, j | graciously accorded me his permission tolive | beaux, She's handsome, rich, witty and | and keep it up without thinking.” Then she | j | as long as could, I think this is the only amiable; quite a prize, I should strode away, serencly conscious that the only | time on record that Peter was ever known | don't you make an effort in that direction? | inference to admit that he was wro: Twas wilting | You used to be quite a favorite with her. r enough to make friends. Ile likes to come | “lush, it’s all right. T expect to cut them | a cadet.—Zoston Herald. ; to me of an evening and abuse the world, as| all out i tie, but Vm laying low, as it — | he says himself, though I often tell him itis | Were. 1 want to be considered the dark The History of A Kiss. not so much the world itself that is at| borse in this race. Somerville Jour- © be drawn was that she had done a vast amount of walking arm-in-arm with 1H fault, as some odd people that are on it, but | "4 « Jousnte,” a girl to her bashful 4 he maintains that we all spring from the = nion, as they occupied remote ends of WH soil, and are ruined by the abominable climate, A Most Amazing Paradox. sofa the other night, ‘I see that a ly ; | He gets very scientific on this subject, but I — in New Jersey, 104 vears old, bousts of hav- ‘ am not clever enough to follow him, but I oy Washington.” i Johnnie, “Lf saw it too.” “Suppose you were to become a great know that he has some theory about the quality of dust that was in the garden of en at the time our common Father ‘y liar about my man like Washington? created, and he stoutly maintains that it, M+ a Smithers, who loved “* Well?” said Johnnie. was not at all suitable for the purpose to ately but purely. ‘ jt young man “And T were to live to be 104 years old?” which it was applied, and that nd | went on,” very peculiar.” And what is it, |“ W vid Jobnnie. all his descendants would have been a better} pray?’ ‘It lies in the fact that though he “T couldn't say of you what the old lady race of men, had they been made out of the | 1s hot a grandfather, he has a grand | said of Washintgon, could 1?” clay which is now used for bricks. daughter.”—Drake’s Traveller's Magazine. 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