Judge — January 16, 1886 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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| JEALOUSY. | My w Dear boy, I love her still. | My asy? Unfounded quite || The story? Oh, ‘twas nothing. Yet | Tiitell it. Ple slit. Ah, net We lived in paradi | How long? Well, Jack, T cannot tell. But, truly, “twas a he TOON tefulent—without parallel | I al ne other, She—¢ ' Was allalevoted. We I mis ight-hued searf Four handkerchiefs of color T questioned her. A neat | She is, and never fails My sl But when T aque If she h ww naught of The 1 you can I should have found no fault, But tears | Roused my suspicions—an ly, and | I watet | Saw her wil My newest scarf At last had found « : a lover! Confess at sh Pin sending this, na, for her crazy quilt | aT | IN BLACK AND WHITE. itt” she said “To man Why Old Chocolate Traded His Horse and Cart for a Wheelbarrow. as he is called, is an ash cupation, except on stated holi || man nerally keeps him days, yseiled that an in vesti; ; ‘ and water would be a with full px f July cing arkness of desi Jor. Christmas, and like days of pears in all makes xb the | other however, he ned at nly is positive kin wwe ti ever heard him called by any other nam Old Choecol fa with him. have ard to address him as ‘Chock dl to be a diminutive of the 4 misnomer, th piliar ate those very except hey f small number at times been he whieh is suppe usual appellatic | Old Chocolate for a long time *toted j | ashes in a mackerel ¢ made easy of carriage by means of ropes fitted over his shoul ders and under his arms. All at once he dis played a gular establishn: a horse and a two-wheeled cart fellow to the horse and no duplicate of the cart could be found in. th | other land, Old Chocolate would ne j tell where he found them, or their « at | one day he disclosed the means by which he required title. “I dun hit the policy shop 1,” he explained —" mighty haad. “T riz a dolla play hit all gs an’ saddles | an’ hoses, an’ luck swoop down on me laik | is emp'yin hit. | bank cx Twin mo’ ‘er mn win’ on a bar'l o' ashes w'e ly. Huh! dat policy bustin’, dat day dollah, ‘abone swoop.” | ny yenteen ant dis yer hoss an’ ¢ For a month or so Old Chocolate continued | || his business of gathering ashes into what he | termed his “new an’ ‘proved machinery.” But he did not seem to get along as well as when he “toted” the cart, for rvasons that | One day, to the surprise of his customers, the old man appeared with a wheel barrow in place « her “mae which he had traded for the one-whe hicle. As he explained it aat fo’ the w'eelbarrer an’ boot.” The cau will appear his I dun swap the b de hoss toe s that led to this transa JUDG Kk. THE BOOK CANYASSER. Sur Comes, Sie SwnLEs, Sin: Cosgvens ICT ALL. FEMALE CANVASSERS AE NOT SO SUCCESSFUL, tion, as given by Old Chocolate, and his man kin scoop much ob bit widout puttin’ in trouble with the horse are somewhat amusing mio’ er less coin De nex’ loss TP buy will be and in his mouth are interlarded with no rented fo’ weeks on trial wid a priv'lig. Yo | little philosophy hea dis yer w'celbarrer squeak?” ‘of see,” he polates, “L dun jis) w'at_ mos! JA. WALDRON people does w’en da is hit by a piece of luck. I ————— | kath pe Oe pols : shop an’ wanted Il “M OF bay de GOL Bios | inves’ my boodle. T didn’ riz nut! me to ‘tiah fun: bus'ness an’ fool wid A suit that wears well A lawsuit Nudder did Lhit haad ‘wutf fe " A trottin’ hoss man, Se A meeting that usually winds up without buys dat hoss an wara po’ the bene Meeting your gas bills. vehickl 1 belerh | “Peace Not hid w Ta'n't no he jockey didu le hoss war suffahin’ f ybody ever say it was és i lice ‘Kean 'Keteh,, wid a Dr. Hann t that everybody many oddahs dat yo’ on'y in mule will be tnd ie aca aL sea Sviy, dis hhcae got poral sel bl in ars robs death of potah f us’ day Tgot um. He had : heaves so baad dat y hh feed um with Prof. Sullivan still wears the champion belt the world’s little newsboy th He kicked a an’ he'd blow bum oa un tr squi't llc eat um. dis’ de other day minnit he put ‘is nose t vats away dey ud tly It is Mr, Mantal servation, speaking of But ‘is wus war dat he war baw ke Tdlurit a cant full ob sches an’ ateat forge QE Pasteur, that about half the world has dump. Mebbe I'd git dar by noon, mebbe dat | £"¢ @ the demnition bow-wows, hight, an’ mebbe do nex’ day. Hit all “pended rae cl like pulling on wudder te or ne. Sometimes he'd st td at when i : Atwater? Prob- fo’ fo’ houahs by the toun clock, an’ yo" « iat Y killum an’ drag um off One day he jt um away ‘le on a stone- beat tter rumynat y had fo’ toe d busy editor and th lif um off an’ ¢ on de street caa track a industrious b lar is their fo’ caas roun’ my load s non dislike of long sentences, on de track. Anoddah day he bawked right) ; nasteam can erssin'’, Teoax an’ drive, but |The Butfulo Express is not often given to noiuss,, Den I got mad an’ wikh de sand we dare say the expression in ats letters, “A. blasted reputa n’ knock tim intoe soap grease. rain was an houah an’ five minuits la is an oversight hope toe own dat hoss agin ef he didn’ stay dar "| That malicious story about Roscoe Conkling ontwel de ingina.w n trotted Of | _ that he gives free legal advice to women to STAIN’ The venetian fo. + help them inte litigation—must be another baingta’ hale jalf-breed invention. wen T'cluded dat. mus’ go outen. business W. D. 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