Judge — May 16, 1885 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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(ey non c—xw—¥) CHAPI L As I reflect I seem to have loved her for ages. _ My love for her was u part of my inner self. Of what follows—of my living pain— is another thing. ‘This you cannot understand provided you are not in me; inhabiting my garments, so to speak When now I close my eyes to the kerosene lamp I am the victim of strange phantasmagoria. Look at that tall, fair form, deathlike in its pallor! Gaze at that gruesome coil of hair that has stolen its sable lustre from the stove polish! ‘That stained smiles playing about her lips besmeared with cream! Ah! she is about to retire for the night. Let us go. Other fancies creep along on paper-muslin wings. A night scene flashes up amidst the flames of my six-dollar stove. Low spoken words, anger, a blow, snowflakes, remorse! Pause; let me puta few more picces of coal on the stove. It is finished. T stole up the gravel w: | Ile came nearer, he was close to me. I stepped from the coppice and confronted him, I asked him how he dared come between my love, my darling and me, He laughed and said he did not love her. | I loved her better than life. He should not trifle with her heart, Ilis words angered me and I struck him in the face. He fell and snowtlakes fell upon him. I dropped on my knees beside him; I brushed the the hair from his forehead. I had laid it there upon that winding sheet of snow. CHAPTER IIL Lillian and I, had been married. We were living in Hoboken All was comfortable and luxuri A rap at the door anentered with a warrant for my arrest. I gave him half a dollar to go round the corner and to get adrink and not to yup till morning. The next morning he came and took me to prison. Thence, within my four walls, my tho flew to Lil by an invisable telephone. | 1 will not trouble with my pris life. I will let you off easily. There! I sce the ec trial has been ¢ ing on for six, long, weary trembling lest ar ays. I The ything has been found under the snow. having seen that the conventional bull- pup was strongly chained. "I entered the hall and hung my beaver on the gas-metre, and it instantly | recorded seventy cents worth of gas. Lillian was seated before the rosewood Jews-harp in the blue parlor playing, “The Death of the Hash Eater,” | (Ostekosoc, Opus 32° This song portrays the death of a poor German student who dies on ac- | count of his landlady’sstinginess, It brought back in memory a cook who died, while lifting her | pressed-brick biscuit, from over-exertion, CHAPTER IL. Bat who was that light-haired youth who stood beside her and turned her music and thoughts for 2 es. only once—did not his fingers | est on her back hair? ~ Could he be her lover? I had often set Lillian up to ic am and sold my old trousers to take her to the rink. And now, would she go b on me? I hastened forward, but her mother rose from the coal-hod and beckoned me back, [noticed Lillian’s voice quivered gently, and then when she came to the farewell words of the student, she burst forth and shook the house to the foundations. Inthe confusion that followed, her mother fell upon the fire and put it out. I rushed from the house. Suddenly I was | arrested by the sound of other footsteps than my own, crunching through the frozen top of the snow. Were they his; his, her lover's. Wve not those his bright locks that glowed in the distance like electric lights? How would they look lying there on the snow, all bloody and gory? A PERFECT BRICK.—THE TENEMENT HOUSE PROBLEM SOLVED. Brick and Tile Reriee floating bricks are times added t that to bind the material to; in water, while their strength cyuals ordinary they will fl bricks.”—[N. Y. Sun. WHY NOT BUILD TENEMENTS AND ANCHOR THEM AT THE BATTERY, TO AVOUD DISEASE ? court opens his Mammoth Cave: “Prisoner, you have been tried for a great crime, ‘The landlady missed that codfish ball. It had been for years her main standby. We did not know what you did with it. You could not have caten it. You have been tried for thiscrime and been found guilty. Have you any- thing to say why sentence should not be passed on you?” I knew nothing and could say nothing. It. was all a mystery to me. What was the commotion inthe peanut lery? What was standing up? Ile, he whom I be- lieved I had slain! eaks: “Your honor, I found this fish ball under the snow some distance from the house of Mrs. Tough. Hereit Ab! it is over; Tam with her. I eat sweet dainti from her finger-tips. Don’t you wish you we Ah! yum! how I ovo L..: comicbooks.com