Judge — June 27, 1885 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. She knocked a bit of bark from a grand old peach-pit with an axe and replied: , ‘The lane on the right leads to the pig- sty; that on the left to the Manor.” ‘There was no mauvaise honte in her voice; BOON COMPANIONS. | it counded rather like an un-oiled door, Sir Tryst continued his go-as-you-plesse perambulation, and arrived at the Manor Just as the old hall-clock clock struck twen- ty-three minutes past four, cua ara New life, new love to suit the newer day; New loves are sweet as those that w before Free love, free field, —we love but while we may.” <The Lost T ruament, Sir Tryst entered his ancestral halls with unalloyed pleasure. He shook hands with the servants and kicked the dogs with the customary grace of an English gentleman. As he entered the library Mrs. Lugs, the house-keeper, handed him’a dainty perfamed note on a nickle-plated shovel. ~ Sir Tryst opened it to learn if any money was within, ‘There was not, ard he threw the note aside with a gesture of impatience. The sweet looks of the golden-haired girl, yet lingered beneath his * How do n°? said Cupid one day, Ip. He picked up another To Ilymen, who chanced to be passing that way | Note that had herctofore escaped his notice, - tanhurry and a debonnaire smile flitted from. freckle to freckle on his distingue countenance. said to himself, ** 1 will go.” At half after seven he walked over to General Mugwump's for dinner. He had no sooner removed his horse-blinket ulster, than he caught sight of the golden-haired girl in the garden eulli bages. He stepped up to her and ask “Would you give me Yes, if you wish it. tato-bug on this one; Ile “Don’t be or ve tive thor terme now,” said the god with a smile, s down and on file, al marria: Hence L worry shoot and pair hearts leave me to tie them te aber, 1 cles Way, Ww pray jer ible and woe, Hall the di Mestic thunder? * Ah, that is all blossom?” See, there is a po- I will brush it off.” Lit, dear Hymen, my boy, Let no silly nonsense your sweet soul annoy She lifted a garde and struck the © For amminut ‘ bug with so much violence, that it flew over h mortals blame for there woes the wall, while in her confusion, she rushed I don’t mind a penny if every one knows to the house and made a ** home run,” as you I begin it sporting men say, Lcateh ‘em—you cheat “em!” * Aye, aye!” Hymen “Twill keep it forever,” muttered Sir said, . ° ‘Tryst as he lowered his suspenders and “took the fence.” That evening Sir Tryst. proposed to Colo- cynth Mugwump, the golden-hair girl, and was accepted. As be gave a sly wink and twist of his head toward Cupid; Then, linked arm in arm, off they went o With a tlash of straight nectar ‘n came bo dark alark, after enyrren it Very stupid. ke her up tenderly, JoUs HOPE WELLINGTOS, Lift her with ¢: 9} Fashioned so slenderly, Eleanor; or, She Loves Him Now. | ele youn and so fairt —Heol, Coly had been married three_months. One morning Sir Tryst, after making the fire in the kitchen, Sauntered up-stairs in his linen duster. “He w high a no fortune, but of 50 y that . vd not rival him in Have you sewed the buttons on that Purity: and eplendive.”— penne Danes vest?” he called out to Coly, and looking The locomotive whistled; the train stopped with a smile of complacency at his abdom= at Crestraith, From one of the earre inal rotunda, stepped Sir Frederick Tryst. Ie was Not yet, old bald head,” cried Coly handsome man of—let us say, x over the n balustrade. There rence betwee “Youdo not love me,” said Sir Tryst, ty-nine About twelve months. ‘or you would not refer to my cranium Ah, m with that weight of breath.” Sir Tryst hurried from the station, up the broad lane that led to Marshmallow Manor. Save for this property he was penniless. Ie “And I never will love you,” she re- plied. had not walked far before he stumbled | regret. across a golden-haire eating granite Suddenly as he spoke the word chocolate drops with a youth seemingly her | her balance, falling down-stairs, ownage. She ctof shooting Tryst’s latch-key which he had dropped the one of the lead covers from one of the drops night before fter trying to open the door into her mouth and looked up at Sir Tryst with a cigarette, and which yet lay upon the inquiringly. marble floor, Iler false hair’ was disarranged ** Which is the road to the Manor?” asked and a frightful gash laid open her check. yst, affably | Sir Tryst hurried down murmuring “ my | poor, fallen angel; my dear, sponge-cake and kindred expressions of endearment. Ile hastily gathered her in hisarms, saw her || cheek was covered with blood, and putting her on the dumb-waiter carried her to her room. CHAPTER 1. hat they may know these golden years, Which to jade to seem so bright, Vere heralded by darkest night, And carned in bitterness and tears.” —Vieket Vane, veeks to comfort and console asteful Lowdoir, She would see no one excepting the undertaker and her husband. The former had been summoned her special request, as she stated she feared she was about to die. Far from it. How often we make such tiny mistakes! One afternoon Sir Tryst walked into Coly’s | room, and seating himself beside her trandle bed, took her lily flipper in his. She looked | at him with wistful eyes. | “Darling, can you remember the first afternoon I met you in your father’s || Coly in her “Of course Ido, you goosie dear,” she | said. She loved him now. “Then you recollect. th tinned in a firm voice. stuffed ra rake,” he con- *T have had it and hung up in the hall as a hat- .” He smiled at his ingenuity. * How good you are to me,” she cried, after his inning. “When you tripped on your breath last year when we were engaged, and lost two teeth, J did not nurse you, and now my beauty is gone.” **L love you whether your beauty is lost | or not.” ‘I have a surprise for you, too,” she suid, drawing the mustard plaster from her check. ** When you dislocated my bodice at day I fell, 1 rubbed some powdered brick-dust on my cheek to make you think it was blood.” “Ah! And you love me now, my hunk-of rock-and rye.” And Sir ‘Tryst’ fondled her on his chest. ader, the blood or brick-dust was red, it not? Was not this tony tale read by Ifaste! go, back the red with every le you can steal! All that glitters is not tin Appear! ye vanishing orches- | y tra, while y and Sir Tryst die to slow | music and electric lights! 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