Judge — February 12, 1887 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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A RELIC OF ELD. ONCE was young, and in my folly Innagined 1 little thought that melancholy Could ever driv But now my hair is getting Gone are the joys that once were mine; ‘There's no one left—ah, well-a-day— For me to send a valentine. There's Doll—ske’s now Dolly; , There's Mary—she is far away : * And as for fickle Floe and Olly, 1) They've slipped my memory many a 5 day. T loved t “ I told them so, There's not a single laughing fay o send a valentine. For me GZ Zo w X silly custom 7 But this I really There's still soi nclinet aiden gay A gracious ear, ye Vouc! For me to send a valentine. ENVOY. What matter, when my heart is gay, Though oft I've knelt at beauty’s shrine? Linger a moment, maiden, p For me to send a valentine JAMES JAY 0°00! HE WA) \TED A VALENTINE. LL. was a ragged and unkempt tramp that deject- edly entered | my study one morning about the middle of February. thus. I says Aunt Molly, ust gainsay, e wisdom left If we but view it in that way. Though Lam old—have had my day— known him slight. ; ly in former and better da, He was a bright man then and promi- nent in polities. But he got into the line of succes- sion and wi: for Alexander H. Stephens’s seat in the national house of representatives. As a waiter he had Is, and no superiors outside the lead- and restaurants. But he was a without “tips,” and so instead of grow- ing rich he grew poor. I doubt if Stephens was ever better waited on than by this embryo tramp. He watched over him with the tenderest solicitude as the Georgia statesman vibrated between sixty- three pounds of aggressive humanity and eighty-one pounds of ditto. He even went so far in his whole-hearted generosity as to advise him te resign on account of the feeble st of his health. But Aleck didn't see it in that light, and his solicitous friend re nained a waite When, finally, Stephen: mt became va- cant the waiter had lost his support, and being unable to support himself became extremely le with his former acquaintances. He still a whole-hearted fellow, ys will- ing to share your burden of silver. Before ‘e would live for aye. it all away another's m all that is to say, O. fate condign ! long he had become a genuine tramp. This was his condition when he entered my study on that morning in February. “Well ¢" said I, impatient at being disturbed. ** After money again, I suppose ?” drawing out a quarter from my pocket. He drew back. “Tam notafter silver and gold,” wi ith deep pathos in his voice. “Eh!” said I in surprise. nt?” He drew a chair up to the fire and said “IT have been thinking of the the happy days of yore, three pounds of piping in the congress of You remember the said he “Then what do mournfully, a. that are gone: when there was only weak and trembling flesh and a thin, voice between me and a se: these United time ?” “Toa” “Then I was surro friends and a loving family. Now they are all gone. In those days my birthdays were remembered, and when St. Valentine's day arrived sweet and loving hands bestowed val- entines upon me.” Tam sorry for you, and have often shown itin a substantial v but Tam not a bank.” * Alt how you mistake me. It is true that in times past I have sometimes*® asked for silver and gold—now I only long fora valentine. * A valentine! Why, man, if a valentine will do you any good I will buy one for you.” “Ah, my friend ! you touch the tenderest chords in my nature. But it cannot be. You would be unwilling that I should select it.” I was touched by his pathetic manner and eccentric request. ‘‘ Poor fellow!” I thought, minded he has become.” should I care?” I said aloud. you have a preference select it.” He became as radiant as a child. “Ah! thank you, my friend. You cannot know what joy this little reminder of former days will give me. I have a preference—a modest one. I would like my valentine to havea picture of Garfield on it. I have a great affection for Garfield, He was a martyr— soam I. I would also like it to have a green back. Idon't know why I am so particular about the green back; probably some tender association is inseparably connected with it, ‘*About once a week. States. nded by a host of “lt A FUTURE STORY. The next thing the daily papers will have will be the sea-ser. | pent on the ice, skating for dear life. | Onthe whole [ think I am more particular about the green back than I am about the ture. Jackson's picture would do. 1 high regard for General Juckson—and a v ine with a green back.” ” said I.“ You're a connoisseur in valen "t you 2” | We compromised on a buzzard dollar JAMES M. ADAMS, HIS ANSWER. Murderer —" or your life!” Victim—* Take my life, but do wot deprive me of my money. Choose quickly—your money I Sun a hat of size! Te pbaeuretn at our eyes (Ae tne pa) Il And we trown an When this mac it “mn (Buk its owner sits 'screnc ‘Whid the gay and festive scene Vv ne play Ce eer) An vocoitciovs of th weet Trak is faiting on her 2x8 Prom these behing MF (Reo py)