Judge — April 11, 1885 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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Her Artless Request Ifp was a full-blown rose, she a beautiful bud. He wooed and his money won. — He was a Wall Stre lerly Adonis, shea Mur- ray Hill infantine Hebe. ‘A form more fair, © more sweet,” ¢¢ celera—but a mind ———! In t rtistic, bric-a-bracky parlor of | their palatial mansion she sat in the evening twilight. (The usual oul on Wall Street, and her dito the Northern Whitherward, quently it will not appear in the lines of this sketch.) She waa waiting for her loved one to from his daily task of grasping for gold, She sat calm-eved and listless, charming in her eventide decallete toilet, wemating in her beautiful stilly none Hark! she hears his step—a manly Lack- atexas — and — Wannapacitic stri nd then, as his form appears in the door she throws herself into his open arms and_pil- lows her shimmering head on his broad shoulder. “My queen!” he mur- murs, tenderly strokin her hair. She kisses him rese loaming ” had mis- had Conse- turn ing up She hangs upon his coming answer like a small boy on the pole of a cirens tent. “No, my own,” he ea, but J —/ amt” “What!” she shricks, ring herself from him, you—you g ? ** Yes, love r placilly, “going up town!” But the saving clause came too late—too late—for she had fallen at his feet in a deathly awound, (Nothud.) Ten- derly he raised her from the velvet carpet, and placing her upon the brocaded lounge — that loomed upwards anear, he sat him down by her side to watch for returning consciousness. As he had surmised, it soon arriv nd she slowly opened her 12 v. M. orbs and asked faintly: ‘Ts it true? My sweet ownest,” replied he, “you misunderstood. I merely remarked the that [am going np town this evening.” outdone breeze created, and “O) she sighed, IT am so relieved! T wanted—wanted—you know, my dearest jewel, Easter—is near—” His amed | a look of fright him she continu aster is 1 for some as leaning g ntly toward and I wanted to ask you 3 to color Easter eggs “You shall have them?” he imed triumphantly, and folding the child-wife to his heart, he left her alone and went out to join a small and select party, named in com- memoration of a familiar kitchen utensil. “*So ho,” he soliloquized, as he dodged the pump on the elevated road, ‘dyes for eggs, chY Well—let me sce—I can borrow five cents on my shares in the Union THE JUDGE. - for the eggs. Great Vanderbilt! I thought she was coming around bonnet! In that ease I should have been ker-r-r-rushed indeed.” DUVVA, RULINGS | Svacestion tol White House: pmocratic bescigers of the try balloon observ: ‘Iie stormy March of this administration presages an early fall, Wiry does the journalistic orchestra persist | ‘The Dead March in Sol” before Dana's windows? = Tur Anti-Monopolists need not worry about rebates, ‘The small boy with worms UTILIZING THE furnished, exer ance abate CRANK. Power a public n “¢ will soon take care of that matter, and give Justice and R. R. Com’r O'Donnell a rest. A Muawewr paper declares that this is “a hard administration to dictate to.” ‘The M. s own offi p. seems disposed to magnitiy Tne candidates who flocked to Washington looking for soft places found them when their perplexity set them to scratching their heads. Ir we are to accept the certificates of character given to the men who accept office under this administration, many good men have gone wrong lately. Ir is pleaded in behalf of old government employes that the new administration ought to retain them, as they are unfitted for other vocations. ‘To the victors belong the spoiled. , scenery enjoyed BOBBY SHAFTO. Bobby Shafts I've his “best He'll come | Bobby Si nd fair,— Ive got my fist in his curl Of bumps and knocks he Pretty Bobby Shaft hair, I get his share, Dock, 1 the clock! n she Dock. w what it did,— Dickery | Hickery Washington Society Note “Yrs,” sighed Miss Decollete, in answer to the eyes of the admiring glancer, ‘ they come low, but we couldn’t well do altogether without them, you know,” ‘This isan economical administration in the — matter of co: One does not need to ask who was clected President, when he enters a White House reception. “I think that the ladies of the last regime were not more beautiful than those of the present a so far as I can s cided a connois . When President Cleve- land promised to restore in the White house the primitive simplicity of our forefathers, we did not suppose he intended togo back so faras A The Washington socie- ty man who applied the phrase ** Adam sight ” to one of Miss Cleveland’s receptions, was not so profane as historical — not even profane history in the reminiscence. The Marine Band at the White House recep tions has been forbidden to play such airs as, « There’s No Place Like Home Mother May I im?” “Soft and all nursery health ENTIMENTAL wrier tried to compli- Ex-President Arthur’s involuntary but dignified retirement by saying: ‘It is ple: icle to se American citizen step from the Presidential chair back into the vocation whence he Hed by the people.” It makes a mighty difference whether you voted for Cleveland or not in the “pl As ment sing spec ing spectacle.” | Secret Confidence. Miss J—, who has just been waltzing with him, confides to Brown that young | pers “is coming out wonderfully this evening | —used to be so bashful, don’t you know. Brown—¥* Yes, he was stopping a good while at Palmer's saloon this evening and I dare say he is now somethingelseful, don’t | you know.” comicbooks.com