Judge — February 19, 1887 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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PADDY’S VALENTINE. 7 Now fhwat'll I do to be/ Is that’ Orabi | Bah ! out ov me way, y It’s chape to be buyin knot Phwin paper and pencils are a cess do Oi care, for Oi guy < A cint for a lot ov swate varses Come poor poet ; So, Ol jot d And sign wid me name so she'll know it. Bedalia—git onto me fancy ! For Bridget McGinnis she's Me luv for ye, dartint, ix burnin’, This heart thatwas made for ye purely ! Be heavens! get onto that matre. Don't it skip wid a nice, aisy measure? Oim dramin' av ye an’ Om buildin’ A cage for me heart's blissid treasure, D'ye moind, Biddy darlint acushla, How swate Oi have been at the partin’, ivery pulse in me smartin’ ? ive laid in me bed an’ been dramin’— Bad cess to that line, but it's written— Shure, darlint, yer heart was the palace Oi wonder'd could poor Paddy git in? Thin out av the gloom Oi heard voi Come singin’ so tender and swatel; Andall av me moind was in wonder Loike one that was dr'amin’ complately. He stood on a pinnacle, darlint, An’ Oi woke up wid ‘Can't herein ?can'the f Thin out av the gloom come the murmurs— “Ye can wid a pig anda shanty. 8 Now, Biddy, the shanty is waitin’ Wid a tae-kettle on the And a pig in the sthy he is stoppi To mate the new comer who's ownin’, Will ye eome, little Biddy, me darlint ? OFU see ye at close ov the day toime The name is attached, and Oi'll sind Be heavens! This day isa gay t u KELLER, Grammar, hay ¢” said the farmer, does it go” “Wall,” said Sallie, “teacher tells me to stan’ up an’ conjergate, an’ I stan’ up an’ say, “Tove, you love, he loves; I mowt, cud wud- hudder loved, you mowt”— You, Sal! Hol’ on thar!” exclaimed Farmer e, throwing his knife and hickory on the hearth, and grabbing the cook. ‘You love “How an’ he loves, hay ? aw’ ye mowt, cud, wudder, | shudder loved, hay ? T know'd th’ wassumpin’ skeery "bout this new-fangled teachin’! An’ that’s grammar! That's conjergatin'! Wall, T can’t wash, nor he can’t wash them dishes out there in the kitchen, but you mowt, cud, wudder, shudder ben doin’ of it an hour ago, an’ ycu jist mosey right out thar an’ do it! EGORRA! Saint Valentine's Be he s boughten, and they stood together in the hall-way. The light was rather dim, but it was sullicientie bright for Cecil tosce that Gwendoline was jn earnest—that her refusal to permit his arm ty repose even for one moment about her waist was one which would not bo rescinded, let him beg as he would. What could be the cause of this sudden change in his bride elect ?, Had she met an- other man who had stolen her affections, and could she therefore permit no more of those pleasant experiences to which he had grown accustomed since June ? The thought was maddening. Naturally of a jealous disposition, all the jealousy in Cecil’s nature was rousca at the thought. He looked at Gwendoline, who stood waiting for Lim to remove his overcoat before leading the way to the parlor. No clue to the mystery was discovered in her features, which seemed set with a strong determination Cecil thought one moment only, and re solved that come what might he would know why he could not embrace Gwendoline, and know it before he removed his overcoat. Should she remain obdurate he would leave her, never to return. “Gwendoline, why can’t I hug you {” “Don't ask me, Cecil,” replied the girl, as her cheeks turned deathly pale, and she clasped her hands to her heart, as if to stop its tumul- tuous beating. * Bat I must know,” persisted Cecil “Do not ask me!” implored Gwendoline, “If you love me, press me not, Cecil dear. I m not myself to-night.” “But I earight to know. I insist on your telling me, Gwendoline. As your future husband, I demand to know why I cannot clasp you in my arms.” “O, LT can't tell you, Cecil! will, but not now.” “Not now? But I must know now, or I will go away and never look upon your face again.” “How can you talk so cruelly? You do not love me!” “I think I have more right to say youdo not love me, when you say I cannot embrace Conjergatin! Wall, I dunno nothin’ ‘bout grammar, bat w'en I git through givin’ that new teacher a lesson vens! Oi've got the | “morrer he'll, think ‘same favur, he’s ben conjergated Oi think O/'ll sind Biddy | by @ ten-hoss power a daisey. | cider-mill, ‘nless I've forgot my A, BC's!” As Farmer Nye was seen going toward the school-house next in’ her something | morning, and as young Joshua Grimes was observed, later on, to leave the school- house by a window, regandless of the sas! and to fly across country | direction of the county |seat, it is thought | that the farmer con- vinced him that his | system was not suited lown me luv in a jiffy | to Wild Goose Pond | landed, The lads and the lasses are crazy ; proper, Oi mane the gintility caper? it sir it ov me writin’ on pape not second-hand from some i —' and that that was the | reason he gave up the school. ED MOTT. GWENDOLINE'S WOE. “You cannot hug me this evening, de: As Gwendoline O'Brien uttered these words in her sweet, yet firm voice, it was easy to sec were prompted by 4 whatever her re ich she deemed all-sutlicient, 1d one which moved every fibre of her being To Cecil James Raffer' seemed heartless; nay, even cruel. Gwendoline had never before, since she plighted her troth on that gladsome day in the lovely month of June, refused him permission to encircle her form with his arm, whenever he was so inclined. He could not understand it. Gwendoline had opened the door berself, the prohibi Some day I | with an irresistible impulse. | A JERSEY FOX HUNT. EsskX COUNTY HUNTSMAN— Seen a fox running this way, me good fellah?” FARMER (tho is lired of the business)—* Yes, I seed him ; ‘n I reckon afore you git over thet that fence he'll be nigh over ter Trenton.”