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SUDGH ILLUSION y HE curtains fi y Shut out t nd dimly gleams softened light : idol bright, Near by a quaint cut glass, with vintage rare, And grapes from Tuscany, sweets, Tnvite the tast Her perfect ‘The tenderest pressure of my arm en- treats, Her lips with rubies orient compare. ad Syrian A step—an ancient snake-like tre And all my soul turns sick wit It is her not the With corrug: And pointed at the clock —twas ‘leven, “Now fruit is 1" coals hex riz: Ter hug that fire And git yourself right down Aud thus was E turned out of hea PRARL. KYTING® hundred apiece and each of us chance I three of these numbers,” hundred,” and he whis- pered to Ww hi “Pat | in your hundred, we will divide whichever seets it.” Several men strolled up to the cashier's desk and threw down money for n tickets and business was rushing. nt went and carefully closed the stre an to unlock A hush fell on the ¥ suid in a cautious y, fellers, [ain't got but three dollars in cash with re valise"— They held their breaths and gathe around, Tn this here valise The vt the model of the golfired geewhilliken ro churn that ever knocked butter out of sour mn Now PH take a chance in yer rattle and tr: yew town rights till yew can't rest. They ain't nothin’ mea and "— but ie howl of rm went up from that careful office and the carpet-bag, model and all, was kicked into the street White told a policeman who helped brush — his clothes off that he never met a freer-hearted lot of boys, nor never sot down than they but they adn't no taste for mechan ingenuity; but some fellers from New England would buy his ehurn, and they did. REMARKABLE DISCREP- ANCY. asked ball, ‘ou have a brother rt” Yes, madame.” “Only one? “Yes, madame.” “Strange! [just asked your sister the sume question, and she replied that she had two.” A SURE THING. JUDGE'S PHOTOGRAPHS. THE FIRST WALKING = Should a person want for egotism pure and the leading furnish hin yo He is al burdened with tion mild, b attudin izes proudly with fellows on th r riddle; but in his leisure mo- ments he will shake his mor on an amateurish fiddle. His quite his and shoes, ae _ while some women d@ of his manly aes > see. . Pootish maid- [ 2 _Puorcene: neR for meetings in “——— — imprudent billet don, little dreaming of the paint and wis he's wear Parvenus delight to welcome him and shake lim by the hand and reporters scribble y mot he utters, till his worship quite forges his father keeps a grocer’s stand and his mother—honest soul—puts up He bellows hollow platitudes and strives to act tl vows her life depends upon his kindness. He pleases s 7 . Ye class when or when evil doing brings him tea sadly-wretehed pass an ha adder’ al the wretched prison yrurl, He es of esoteric art and. stro rg ¢ tore yet} frightful frankness in his let |, of course, of conversing spells with auncement he with his bet dd the heavy curtain floats with its shadows on his dim and tearful vision, ‘tis an open question whether he will amble with the goats or spread a pair of wings in alms COMPARISONS ARE ODIOUS. Tn court, * Your honor,” exclaimed a lawyer in the heat of argument, “if you knew the plaintiff as I know him, you would ignorant, vainer, more intolerant man does not breathe.” The Julge (severely) —"* Mr. B., you forget—your self.” nit that a more envious, more grosly GOOD CHANCE FOR A NEWSPAPER. Bagley—" So, you're going west to start a hews paper, eh ?” Bailey—" Yes.” Bagley“ What are the prs pects 7 Bailey" Very oui indeet There e tiwo-houses, a siloon and « chureh there now, and ther tell me the municipal «#tfairs are just rotten.” EVERY MAN HAS HIS PRICE. “Tam pleased to hear you don't work on Sunday,” marked the minister. “T wouldn't think of such a thing, sir.” replied the young a ess the bess offered PROFESSIONAL. man, “unless the can ye thing for a moustache 7 Wiggins—" Why, hair.” ~ Where will you have the ball hung * Stasect—"" What for Puotoor professional base-ball player’ Sensect—" Ni I reporter for The Earth, and [want to be taken in te attitude, looking through a key-bole, you know.” me at least double pay Offen wen de chile crave sweets hit needs bitters comicbooks.com