Judge — November 22, 1884 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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6 THE JUDGE. when he pressed his hand to his brow— turned white all over, and exclaimed, “what are you going to do with this?” “I'm going to put it in the paper,” I said, somewhat impatiently, ‘and if you had not come in you would have known nothing at all about it until the rooms were all rented «* Well, then, thank Heaven I did come in before it was toolate. Good Lord,” said he, “don’t you know better than to put the | street and number down in black and white. | It’s a wonder you didn’t sign your name in full to the document. A nice thing to | put in print! ‘A young physician, at No.— West t. has rooms to rent.’ Can't you see that everybody would know we were try- ing to get lodgers, and that our social position as well as my professional reputation | would be ruined.” | He was so cross about it that I had hard work to choke back the tears, as I told him T didn’t see how people that’ wanted rooms would know we had any to rent unless we told them of it some Then he calmed down a little and said, instead of putting in | the street and number we should say, addreas box something or other Herald Of Then he took it to the newspaper office himself, and I dismissed the coupe, and staid home and hada good cry, which finally brought on a sick headache. When Edward came home and saw how | sick I was, and that I couldn't go down to dinner, he said he was sorry and that was all. He never even offered to get ice or anything. | After dinner he went out, to a medical meeting, he said, and I should have been all | alune if Mama and Papa had not called to | see how we were getting along. I had a good mind to tell them all about my troubles | and our renting rooms, but I didn’t. | Mama offered to stay all night, but I didn’t want her to. idward came home about eleve Nov. 8th.—We've had two letters in answer to our advertisement, but my nerves have had such a shock that I don’t know as I can ever compose my mind sufficiently to reply to them, When we were first married, which seems, oh, such a long time asked Edward which closet he kept the skeleton in, and told him I knew I should be awfully afraid of it. low he laughed then and called me a silly little goose, and said he hadn't any skeleton at all. Well, a skeleton would be nothing to what I’ve seen and found out about. at brown paper parcel, that he brought nd placed ont on the piazza back of the dining-room, I had forgotten all about until this noon. I should probably have never thought of it, even then, had it not been for that spiteful thing Mabel Taylor. She came in this morning to call, and like a fool I asked her to stay to lunch. Of course, she said she would, and when we got down to the dining-room, she commenced to admire everything she saw. While she was examining the curtains her eye caught sight of the brown parcel, and she asked what it was. I said I didn’t know, that it was Edward's. ‘Let us open it,” said she, “it looks mysterious. We can tie it up again and he won't know anything about it.” While I was fecbly remonstrating she was at the package. “Iastily unfastening the twine, the paper fell apart and from it out slipped, asI am a living woman, a poor little flesh’ and blood dead baby! I gave one scream, Mabel TRIALS OF A NINE O'CLOCK, A. M. HIS FIRST CUSTOMER. The man with the gas bill. TEN O'CLOCK, A. M. | The representative of the firm of Catchem | & Clincher would like to have the pleasure of showing his samples. another, and in the midst of it all appeared Edward. ‘* Good Heavens,” he exclaimed, “Thad forgotten all about it,” and quickly wrapping it up again he flew out of the front door with it, and was gone about fifteen minutes, when he came back without it. What he ever did with the poor little corpse I know not, He stammered something about taking it to the college for dissection, | but the subject is too revolting to dwell up- on. Mabel went soon after the meal was over, Of course, I had no appetite for lunch. TRADESMAN. ELEV O'CLOCK, A. M. His Second Customer is anxious to sell him a pair of suspenders TWELVE O'CLOCK, A. M. “Fave you any such a thing as a directory?” usual embellishments to everybody, while I must hide my sorrow ward's perfidy, and go and answer the letters that came in reply to the advertisement. How could Edward do such a cruel thing. I shall never close my eyes to sleep again without seeing hosts of little dead babies, and I shall never want to look at another brown paper parcel. ‘The worst of it is, the house may be full of them for what I know. Oh Edward, Edward, to think that your hands have ever touched the dissecting knife! and I suppose will relate the story with her | If I’d known that, and that doctors were in comicbooks.com