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

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know, and make ‘em believe that they've made a mash, First it was tough work—kind o’ bashful, you know—and the first summer I only popped to two girls. The second summer I got up to six. Last season I reached a dozen, and this year—but, say, you ain’t mad about it, are you ?” “No, dear John,” and her head nestled fondly on his shoulder. ‘* Whata pretty hat you have! Let me hold it for you; and, dear John, how fine and soft your hair is.” And she ran her fingers gently through his chest- nut locks. Presently she put both hands up there and after getting a good, tight hold she pulled with all the gathered strength of a six-weeks’ vacation. John tried to yell, but he couldn’t—his breath forsook him. He tried to speak, but it was no go. The bi tears that rolled down his cheeks were the only manifestations of his misery, but they were enough to touch a heart of stone. In about a minute—to John it seemed a century—the lovely Miss Tyler released her hold and gathered several dozen strands of chestnut hair into a knot. “No, dear John,” she said in her sweetest way, “1 ain't mad, I only wanted a tuft of your lovely hair for a summer souvenir. And now, dear John, sup pose we return.” Dear John obeyed without a murmur. They reached home, and that night at a fam council Jolin iss i i . “Dad,” said he, “if there’s any more courtin’ business to be done ‘round here you've got to do it. NATURE'S VETO. Lavra—“ Oh, Tom,.how you made me jump! Don't blow on my neck—it tickles me so. Have you finished your sketch already 7” “Why don't you have your suit cut as low in the yoke as mine ” inquired one girl of another as they disported themselves in the surf. A PASTORAL ROMANCE. | “I would if T could, my dear,” was the regretful reply; “but you know my mole is two inches higher up than yours.” hh OVELY Miss Lucinda Tyler went to Farmer) _ Hayseed's for the summer. The object of |~ her visit was to secure rest and quiet. She INSTINCT. Pove uc decided to abstain fromall social excitement “Tha and at first she succeeded. After awhile, | however, her resolution gradually gav ysand she found herself indulging in ant little flirtation with Farmer Hays 7 son, John. | John was good-looking and accommodat- ing and he didn't object in the least to the in the back effects of the city girl’s fascinations. In| +44 ‘ i | fence. emed to hike it, and when he got hold of her handone! 4 u™ i i !) Faith, mum,” lentally, of course —and gave it a good squeeze the affair |; was the reply. developed into something serious. | |sthegtre! folne, Of course Miss Tyler's affections were not permanently disabled. to be shure; but but she sympathized with the steady devotion of her admirer and ‘ Oise uo luck al encouraged him because she, like all women, fancied that sort of thing. “jos ‘ . all at all wid » left poor old Adam an hour or two to flirt with that very Y yl the burds. All an known as Beelzobub. thesvoune “itis s placid and unremitting. Everything he could is roosters.” do for Miss Tyler was done. It was therefore with re saw | = the end of August approaching, for then she wi He took An. AGRE her out riding. They entered a long, well-shaded, romantic-looking ‘ ibdywanta'acdi road, and almost before Miss Tyler knew anything John exclaimed with Sis g ign dia more or less emotion: ; \' 7 LT aie vores: bec i her husband couldn't pass a brood of chick- ens you hi through a hole “Thope y i “No; I don't know "—and as she faltered his arm encireled her waist. xe 2 rag: : ty at There was silence for a minute or two, and then pity got the better of i & : Lowe aly she the dear girl's feelings and she said softly 4 (coe i Eno “John, I should think that you would get tired of the monotony of ; “ = S | Woeh se sere i es . . SS off. If he had your life here. = : fof. be} “Yes; itis kind o' tiresome sometimes ‘ | pared the exain- “Tell me what you do.” k \ ®: jmination he “You won't get mad about it 2" EN a | would have been . |so stuck up that he would hav wanted adivorce “Well, you know, we run this farm in summer so’s to: make} enough to keep the family the rest of the . Mam sees to the cook. trom ber. ing: pap tends to the work out-doors, and they make me doall the 83 r doing there | ial lovemaking. business?” “Waiting furacah, Whyfore you| - “The love-making business?” A ~~ ; Jealousy grows " ¢ bu oo SwiTH—" Nothing, only the chickens won't come out y “Yes; that’s what it amounts to. Flirt with the boarders, you of the hen-house and I want to feed then ‘like a weed. comicbooks.com