Judge — May 28, 1887 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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wage: SCIENCE AND SENTIMENT. H, the music that evening seemed doubly entrancing, And Dora, my loved one, was fairer than ever, In the swell and fanfare of the gayest of dancing ; 1 vowed from mine idol I'd separate never. The vast charm of her eyes and the spell of her glancing So thrilled me, I said that doubt’s chain I would sever; And her innocent ways, all her graces enhancing, Impelled my faint heart to the boldest endeavor. On the sofa we sat; all my language fell teeming With eloquence born of a longing unbounded ; The soft touch of her hand set me quickly to dreaming, The sound of her voice my rapt senses con- founded ; As her eyes thrilled me through with their effluent beaming, My soul with a rapture ecstatic surrounded, All the earth was a heaven in the fairest of seeming, And joy’s loudest anthem was there for me sounded. I'm sure that to learning I'd show no defiance, Alas, though, its triumphs with sorrows are laden ! For that night at the ball the electric appliance Went wrong—and I blessed the blank darkness we stayed in ; And as there in the darkness I breathed my affiance, hue! though I thought myself dwelling in Aidenn, Dora fled, and another sat down with much science— My arms were encircling a red-headed maiden ! THE BLACK-HILLS PRODIGAL SON. Rapid City, Dakota, is now the most cultured and progressive of the Black Hills towns, but a place where, in the ten short years of its existence, the opposing forces and contrasting conditions of civilization have often brought queer and striking incongruities. There is consid- erable rivalry between ‘‘ new-comers” and “old-timers,” the latter having been on the ground from five to ten years. A story may illus- trate this situation and give an amusing specimen of the peculiar ver- nacular of the Black Hills “rustler.” It ought to be pre- mised that the narration f 0 1- lowing is not classifiable as slang: it is the current, only vocabulary of that hardy and simple-minded class. In other days, when there was more gambling than chureh- going in the Hills of a Sun- day; the days when in Rapid City they hung hore-thieves on Hangman’s hill, inside the city limits, and the chief of po- lice was shot dead on his beat by « cow-boy, an cffort was. made to coun- teract lawless tendencies by the organiza- tiou of a Sun- Youno Suiiey, who bas invited his flancee (of temperance prin- ctplea) to the theatre, lays in a supply of those convenient rubber ‘rapes, to obviate the necessity of going out between the acts, THE LATEST INVENTION MUST BE IMPROVED. JUDGE'S FABLES. A Critic, in his haste to attend the first night of the Bull-frog concert, nearly ran over a small but elegant Puff, who was strolling up the street. “ How vexatiou: claimed the crit a public man cannot walk out without stum- bling over these youngsters.” Controlling his indignation, the Puff re joined, “ My art is as ancient as the first apple-tree. You are a puffer yourself whenever a temporary mental aberration leaves you a few moments in good humor. If it were not for me people would not read what you write.” But the Critic, perched on his lofty and slender legs, looked down with an icy smile. Moral—A man should not let his self-importance elevate him into the region of the ridiculous. There is use for all kinds of merit in this world. day-school. The largest and best-appointed place in town was readily secured, gratis, the same being a gambling “ palace.” At the appointed hour the cards were put away and testaments were substituted, and all the sports joined the exercises with no less zest than they had felt in those just intermitted ; and they made it a point of local pride to have * the biggest Sunday school round-up of any camp in the Hills.” ** Of course, the very earnest Sunday-school workers of the present. day are more shocked than pleased with this history, and one day last winter there was a pretty hot discussion between a new-comer and an old-timer on the comparative merits of evangelical efforts then and now. The result was, of course, a test of Bible proficiency between pupils of the two systems ; familiarity with the beautiful parable of the prodigal son being by consent made the test. A star scholar from one of the present Sunday-schools, and a lad in his teens who had five years before graduated and gone to drive one of his father's ** bull-trains,” were the champions, The toss decided, as the umpire said, that ‘the little kid goes to the bat first." He went through the story literally, without a break or substitution—“' stood pat on the hand,” the boys said. The free version of the “Bull- puncher,"as nearas itcan be recalled, was then given. “A rich old rancher had two kids and the littlest one said, ‘Dad, give up my share of the dust and I'll rustle for my- self.’ He took his divvy and went to Denver and had a h, o. t.; blowed it all in in great shape; bucking the tiger and a faudango every night in the dives. ‘Say,’ saidthe lad with sudden animation, ‘T seen a picture of it at Pierre, an’ talkin’ about girls and fancy togs an’ dancin’ —the double act between Piano But ho finds them harder to bite than he expected. etween Jim an’ Dance. comicbooks.com