Judge — May 28, 1887 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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HE did not speak to me, tho’ I ‘Am sure she saw me passing by. Capricious sex! now who would know She was my sweetheart long ago, And gave my ardor sigh for sigh? Her glance still mocks an April sky, Her cheeks a mermet rose outvie ; I credit all her graces, though She did not speak. Has she forgot love's tender tie, ‘That bound us each his sworn ally? ea we pledged for weal or woe, The kisses we exchanged? Ah, no! My wife was with me; that is why She did not speak. EVA WILDER Mc OLASSON. house Burns cut no figure at all, I'm tellin’ ye!’ Well, it didn’t take the lad long to go broke, o' course, an’ then he had to rustle for grub- stake. A man come along an’ offered him a snap to go to Arizony, where he had acattle ranch an’ hogs on the side. The kid went, « of all of t rnery outfits! They hadn't grub fit fora hog—softspuds. an’ sour sow-belly, an’ no canned delicacies of the season, an’ the book says the kid was fain to eat corn-cobs with the hogs. Well, one day the kid tumbled to his own racket, an’ he said, ‘What a rank chump I am to stay he: J starve while the cow-boys back east have grub till they can’t rest. I'll pretty near skin out of this and go back an’ do the humble act to the old man; tell him I've played dirt long enough an’ he needn't savvy me for a kid of his any longer, but just give mea job with the rest of the boys on the ranch.” “ Well, he did, an’ the old man saw him comin’ over the d miles away, an’ takin’ him for an Injun, stuck his guns in his hip pockets an’ started out on the trail. When he got near enough to savvy the kid he pretty near fell over his neck and kissed him. The kid held up his hands and got off that humble racket, but 0’ course the old man wouldn't have it. He took the kid to the ranch and hol- lered out, ‘Here, you galoots! bring out them new store clothes an’ them jewelry an’ huntin’-case watch an’ long boots with fringe leggins an’ red mounted chapparals, an’ the whole outfit. An’ hustle an’ butcher the best maverick in the corral, an’ call all the boys an’ we'll pretty near paint her red, for Johnny's come marchin’ home.’ Pretty soon the other kid what had been out on the trail all this time come in an’ heerd the racket and said, ‘What's the blow-out ?” Then he made the grand kick, ‘specially about the maverick. He ‘lowed it was no fair shuffle. The old man he said, soothing, ‘You don’t savvy; the kid is lost an’ you ain't. Which do you feel bulli- est over,’ says he, ‘the stock in the corral or the cached stock that you've had to rustle all summer toround up? An’ that’s all I remember about the runaway kid.” It hardly needs to be said which narrative was given the preference; nor will there be much dif- ference of opinion here as to which pupil had re- tained the liveliest im- pression of the parable. c. &, mismor. THE EXCUSE OF AN ANGLER. “T called to see if there was anything the matter with .your husband,” said Mrs. Merritt, drop- ping in for a chat. “I haven't seen anything of him fora couple of days.” How sensible of you! Vhy so quiet this evening, Miss de Jones t* ‘The company is #0 intellectual that I thought I'd better be silent.” CANINE COURTESY. CULmERTsox—" I beliere I've killed the dog, Finn Fixx, the gamekeeper—" Give yourself no unayxiness, sor. He always liex doon phia ‘a gintleman mises a burrud, jet ter aise the gintleman’s feelin's, sor, be makin’ hitn tink he's shot somethin’. “\He’s been away fishing, my dear,” replied Mrs. Brown, “ just got back this morning.” * Did he catch any ?” asked Mrs, Merritt, becoming interested. “Yes, indeed,” was the proud reply; ‘ Brown is an expert angler and landed two hundred brook trout.” “Won't you give me enough for dinner ?” pleaded Mrs. Merritt; “we all like trout so very much.” “I can't, my dear,” was the innocent reply.‘ You see it is so early in the season that the fish were very small, and Brown put them back in the lake as soon as he caught them. He says he'll go back in a month or so, when they have grown big, and then I'll give you all you want.” and HE WAS VERY MODEST. “I thought you said your husband was going to have a part in the church theatricals last aight,” said Mrs, Merritt. “Yes, and so he had,” said Mrs. Brown. “T was unable to at- tend,” continued Mrs. Merritt, ‘so I got a pro- gramme, but I couldn't find his name among the performers.” “But it’s there, sure enough,” replied Mra Brown, ‘for he pointed itouttome. He wasone of the &c., &c., right down at the bottom of the programme. Of course, my dear, you know he couldn't allow his full name to be used in print.” IN THE CONSERVATORY. He—* And may | se your father to-morrow, dear ¢” She—" Y-es. pose it's too late to see him to-night t” I sup comicbooks.com