Judge — July 3, 1886 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE. was young, and brighter skies hung o’era brighter carth. Within a massive castle which reared its head above the loftiest of the seven hills dwelt Clytonia, the beautiful daughter of the vice-presi dent of the Roman sen- ate. A motherless child, her heart had yearned for a deeperand more intense affection than that which her noble sire bestowed upon her. Many an evening, after the old gent had retired to his study to prepare an address on the oleomarga- rine or other important questions of the hour, would she wander out upon the frowning tur- rets and frame the features of her ideal lover among the purple shadows that bathed the murmuring landscape. It was on one of these occasions that J. Bru- tus Collotinus caught on. A sad smile was all she bestowed upon him, but he gave her the ‘ink, and the next evening found them wan- rring hand in hand toward the Regium ice cream parlors, on the site of which the castle of St. Angelo now stands. For two brief months in each other's company they found unalloyed bliss, until one night the terrible 'y burst upon J. Brutus that his idol, his Clytonia, never could be his. Standing there on the bank of the dark Tiber, with the lights of the distant city crim- soning the dusky horizon and the zephyrssigh- n the low, drooping branches, she had reminded him ‘of the mighty gulf that lay between them—between a senator's daughter THE SENATOR'S DAUGHTER. A LEGEND OF ANCIENT ROME. and a simple shepherd. passion! ‘* Mercy, Clytonia!” he whispered hoarsely. “Do not break my heart with this terrible truth. Tell me, chippy, can you bid me hope ?” ‘Aye, love,” she retorted, | seizing his six-shilling toga in htr trembling grasp. “Make a name for yourself —become famous, and though it be for years I will await the consummation of your strug: | gles.” | A last fond kiss, a stifled sob, and the moon broke through | the fleecy clouds in time to see the saddest sight of earth —the parting of two lovers. Ah, caste is as old as Three years had passed away and the spring-tide once more crowned proud Rome with verdant glories. Cwsarthe magnificent, the just, ever so- licitous for the welfare of his subjects, had issued an edict to the effect that the framer of the most beneficial amend- ment to the Roman constitu- tion would be the recipient of high honors at his hands— challenge open to all comers. The senate was to pass upon the productions, and many were the anxious hearts that awaited the decision of that august body. At last the event: ful day arrived. Toward even- |ing the following effusion was | spiel DINKELSPH MAKING Coustry cousin (tcho is being introduced into society—in loud whisper)—" Say. Jenny, Til go. deown Vhere’s them smoked her- ter der kitchin ’f you don't care. I've danced my tin’ we had fer lunch ?” lookin’ like he vos shta tail pehint his collar ohve!” posted on the bulletin board of the Volkshlatt as the victorious contribution : ENDMENT TO THE ROMAN CONSTITUTION, Section 1. Every organ-grinder is forbidden to OVERFED AND UNDERVALUED. EM COLLECTOR FoR DOG sHOW—** You'd better enter him, Dinkel: i He'll receive good care and may win a prize.” Ohf I dit sent dot Kaiser, unt he koms pack t to teath like you, I vould cut him his HIMSELF AT HOME. noon fodder clear inter nawthin’ WHILE THE JURY IS OUT. Some men are like toads—you haveto poke them with astick Lefore they make their biggest jump. Isn't Holman and Randall's fight against civil service reform a good | deal like throwing a corpse out of a hearse 0 as to ride? George W. Childs would not be such a bad candidate for president, and in case of election he could write the obituary of the defeated party. Perhaps we are in the dark as to the duties of the Musical Protective association of New York, but we suggest that it call in the hand organs as a starter. Gladstone may be another Moses and die in sight of the promised land, but he will be buried on the highest mount of fame attaine! by | any European of his generation. Queen Victoria has offered an asylum to the banished Comte de Paris. If an asylum is what be wants, Bloomingdale or Utica is at his service. We want to be hospit- able if we don’t save a cent. comicbooks.com