Judge — June 25, 1887 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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woape: LA REINE ROSE. Do you see her—that girl with the roses. On her breast, in her hands and her hair, Who is standing close wrapped in her laces As she waits at the head of the stair? Do you see her, Jack? Tell me, old fellow ! Would you smile, would you sneer, would you frown, If I were to tell you that goddess, Draped close in her lace-covered gown, Is the one girl I've loved in my lifetime, And I thought I'd forgotten her quite, And here through the glitter and glamour 1 look up and see her to-night? We met down at Richfield one summer, And I loved her—you start in surprise! Ah, Jack ! you have ne'er felt the magic Of the fire in the dusk of her eyes. And I called her my rose queen, my darling, My starry-eyed princess, heaven sent, And we sat out the dances together— But that was as far as it went. For she told me with tears on her lashes “« Twas best we should part "—that was all. “Our love dream must die with the roses ; She was to be married that fall!” | So I left her one evening at twilight With a kiss, and a flower from her hair; And I looked back, and saw her still standing ‘As she stands here to-night on the stair. And I traveled and tried to forget her, To forget ull the sorrow and pain ; But her eyes shone clear over the ocean, And brought me beside her again. Is she wed? Is he dead? Are you going? Won't you wait ‘till you see her surprise ; See the love-light shine over the roses From the depths of those dark, dreamy eyes? She moves. Ah! the breath of the roses ! She is coming this way, on my life! By-bye, Jack; your carriage is waiting. Beg pardon. The dev— Ah—your wife ! uuTTE &. HIDING THE NEWS. “Why are you buying so many papers and throwing them away?” asked Merritt. “ Because home to my stroke in it.” “Ts she so sensitive to accident as all that?” wonderingly asked Merritt “ Not at all,” was the reply, but if she sees the sun ig beg’ knock people out she will want me to send her away to the country.” " replied Cobwigger, mysteriously, “I want one to take fe, and I'm looking for one without any deaths by sun- A NEW INDUSTRY. “Where did you get all the fish, Johnny ?” asked a little urchin of his chum, who had a big basket on his arm. Jown at the market, to be sure,” returned Johnny.“ I'm going totake them out in the country and sell them to the fishermen coming home.” CIRCUMSTANCES ALTER CASES. “What a noble thing this new Sun i “It keeps so many men from spending their “But it is very inconvenient just th re-cream sa gushed out Cora. in drink.” Dh isn’t it” ITdon't take no stock in er boy thets afeard to be seen kissin’ his ma, an’ ef he worked fur me I kinder reckon Gaurs- cmzex— STARTLED. You're droppin’ somethin’, bows. Bless my soul! so Lam, “Tw Idn't a lost that gas-bill for the world. The company might have sent me a longer on FEMININE DIPLOMACY, “ How is it, my dear, since your husband is such a worthy man, that you manage to make him angry so often ?” “ Because then he always brings me a nice present to help keep the peace.” AS OLD AS THEY MADE THEM. From the south of France. A little village of Provence is setting itself up as a fashionable resort. We quote from its printed circular : “Thanks to the exceptional salubrity of the climate we enj may cite our section of the coast as that having older centena: than any other.” y, we MASHED ON HIS WIFE. Between husbands. “Do yon read your wife’s letters 7” “Never!” replies the interrogated one indignantly. “Oh! then you have confidence in her #” “No, not exactly that. You see I am dead in love with her, and I might find something disagreeable in them.” A QUESTION OF CEREALS. Phwat ails yur fut, Casey 1 has a cor-rn, an’ it shpoils me walkin’.” O'Buirx—" Faith, it's rye thot sbpoils moine.”* I've heard men bein’ complained of fur bein’ poor writers, but I never knowed of a man who writ a poor hand bein’ tuk up for forgery.