Judge — December 24, 1887 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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O, the mystery and whispering, and the popping out of sight, The rolling up of bundles and the tying of them tight ; And the craning of the children’s necks, and prying all about, Into holes where, if you puta pin, you couldn't pull it out! Awl finally the giving of the dolls and drums and rings,— Dear, it sends your heart a-thumping just to think about the things! The thirty-first of December, eighteen hundred and eighty- t night of the year affe more than any other night it is hard to say, but it do even seven, had come. Why the | this night Reginald de Brokaw w o>mmon. ing year made him sad. heart of the heing man of nearly forty w: able to celebrate his tenth birthe , ete.,” seated oppos that age ge, neither young nor old. New Year’ bell three 4 ears before, he had c al silen ° for the New Y ent thoughts. the last time offer himself to the nking how long it took for eight on eee sed. more affected than Perhaps the thought that there was one more day in It might have been that the s stirred at the prospect of CHRISTMAS JUDGE Oring a-low, O rin: Above the towns and vi With heraldings of blesse From the stockings by th loud, O rhyming Xwvas bells, lages, the Heys and the dels; edness and every sort of glee © chimney to the starry Xmas tree; For you shout the birth of Happiness, and toll the knell of Care, So ring a-loft, O jolly bells, upon the frosty air! ‘There's the cake within the ov And the raisins and s the doughty old Plan Then the present litile Baby store, > gives Papa from He has hoarded up his pennies, why, for near a year and more And how Papa must prize it, though you need not be obtuse To see twill never meet the claim of beauty oF of use Yet many things are homely in the life we all «l useful in the happiness A LEAP-YEAR ROMANCE. prerogative and s people and on am writit yinald,” she w the tale; I “Ri Reginald arose. left her alone in her then arrived rs before, on ry New Year's ike result, = aited in minds busy with SE DOLHE WOUd ARE Hayy WON he brightest f roots to 3 ge _of her six-seven-eight-nine-ten-eleven-twelve (thi: of her emotion, “Reginald, do you—do you lo: door and a messenger left a telegram for Regi Tearing it open, he read : y on the 2gth of th ” t February, or the remembrance of a slip of paper on which was written over his autograph, “On January 2, 1888, I promise weighed upon his soul; at any rate he was sad. fe a fair maiden of eight and thirty winters. is usually called fair, for she ha Eighteen ye: day, Reginald de Brokaw had proposed to the reigning Margaret Jones, and had been refused. fter that he had repeated the performance with a Now they 's birth, their Ss wondering wheth Atl before him, and she was seven to make way for the This will nof be continued in our next. _ nm truly pathetic, and a warning to fair maidens who wait for the eventful year of Leap. , and the candy set to cool, the spices, and the holiday from school ; Pudding with his raisin-freckled face rly fill the place. aloud, O chiming Xmas And bear goodwill and laughter on your undu lating swells, As the motion of the ocean bears a wave upon s wa To forever curve and hollow till Eternity’s decay. So ring alow and ring a-loud, you merry Xmas belts, For many a tale of God and man your glorious music tells, Dueva Morgan. Smith, -three-four-five— done to prolong ng on space) rang out the bells. vyhispered, her voice trembling in the intensity A ring at the 1 de Brokaw. him to marry her. One-tw Reginhld, wilt thou be Lawait thy answer. ‘ mine?” Come to me. c.M.” “Margaret,” he said, tenderly, “it is too late. | have already received a proposal, and have accepted,” and he misery. It is but a simple tale. around Christmas time. himself. Wags soon fa this world. There are no comicbooks.com