Judge — May 29, 1886 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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sir, you are a defaulter and a scoundrel.” “It is too true,” replied Mr. Jones with a scared look; but a bright thought came to his relief. ‘* On the whole,” he added, ‘‘ your dis- covery does you no good. No court in the world would accept the evidence of a dead man talk- ing in the spirit. What are you going to do about it?” * [shall inform my lawyer,” said the spirit promptly. ‘I will tell him how to find evi- dence against you which is indisputable.” !” exclaimed Jones, “I must go to “Behold I shall follow you there. I shall haunt you. I shall be with you night and day until you give up that money.” ** Merciful heavens!” shrieked Jones, ‘ there is no escape. I wish”—he turned fiercely upon the spirit and shook his finger angrily— “I wish to gracious you'd go back to your old grave and stay there. What do you want to bring your ooze and moisture and memory and mud and things up here for? I shall have no peace forevermore.” He disappeared in the darkness, tearing his hair and gnashing his teeth, and in a moment there was nothing where the spirit had been but a ghastly smile of triumph that rapidly changed to a look of astonishment, apparently in a state of wonder as to where it came from y ar JUDG You go in time, and settle down to enjoy your- | self. The Maddener (for whose crimes, strange to sy, | there has never been capital punishment) ente in the midst of the performance, and takes off hi coat. From that moment he seems to grow big- ser and louder every instant. Then he taps the time with his fingers on the back of your chair. |Ieading man, and the last member of the old company, is to join the troupe being organized by Louis James and Marie Wainwright. This has the appearance of a dramatic boycott of the most pronounced character. The lyric stage has secured another disciple in Kate Claxton, whose voice is now in a high state of cultivation. A new management "THE MADDENER.—AN INCIDENT OF THE THEATRE AND CONCERT ROOM. Then he beats the time on your head with his boots. Then he digs his knees into your back, pe nently injuring the spine. And then, in the middle of the thrilling | act, he (being by this time of gigantic size) begins | to put on the largest and flappiest overcoat in the | unfveree ; and then you break down permanently is in Morristown, while Mr. and Mrs, Whiffen, Bronson Howard and Genevieve Reynolds have fled to Europe; Bartley Campbell is inan insane asylum, one or two people are in jail, and afew more ought to be. Taking all in all there is a refreshing variety about our sum- mering places, The pathetic and practical side of a farm shortly assumes control of Miss Claxton’s af- | girl's existence has been pictured in all its real- fairs, and light operatic adaptations of Mother | ism by Blanche Curtisse, and it now remains for Goose will constitute her repertoire for some | the Third Avenue to afford theorists an oppor- Same thing about The Little Tycoon "— pretty s, graceful forms, delightful music, and happy audiences Captivating Miss Fortescue is to tour Amer- ica, and incidentally seck fortune and litiga tion in the susceptibilities of our Gumboilian gentry. It was only after leaving the Narrows and Amos Cuminings that the Dixey people began to realize that they had bitten off the night be- fore more than they could consistently re- tain. F. C. Mosely, Lawrence Barrett's present time to com “ The vast fund of useful information ” con- tained in the regulation guide books is as nothing to that suggested in the announce- ment that the ‘* Adonis ” chestnuts and chorus. girls were alone able hstand the custom- ary effects of a choppy sea. All one has to do now is to grow old to make an ocean trip in comfort and safety. commenced. J. H. Ryley and Madeline Lucette have gone to New Rochelle for the summer, Mme. Modjeska has sought the rustic The stampede to the country and coast has |tunity to publicly demonstrate the poetic side. There may be lots of poetry in a country girl's life, but we have thus far failed to see it mate- rialize. If getting a beat on the lark in the matter of early rising simply to run down a fractious cow is poetry, we don't want any of itin ours, We'd rather be practical, and get jour milk in a can. One of the greatest successes in ‘t Erminie” Daboll’s Ravennes. W1 the role of |Cadeaux, the timorous thief, is sufficiently ‘humorous in itself, it is hardly adapted to Francis Wilson's peculiarly original style of solitude of her California ranch, Selina Dolaro!comedy. The nervous temperament of his comicbooks.com