Judge — January 12, 1889 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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The awed multitude stood out- side then, watching the fire-fiend, with its hungry jaws and tape-worms of flame, as it rapidly devoured the fruits of so much toil, so many so- ciables, prayers and entreati All at once someone asked, “Where's Pearl?” It was Henry. He could not find her. Neither could her parents. He did not shriek or moan, He took off his overcoat and hung it up where it would be safe. ‘Then he borrowed a bed-quilt from a neighbor's sleigh and dashed into the church as the fire-fiend licked up the blinds and burst from the roof above. It seemed like a year that he was gone. Surely he could not live so long in that—living hell, 1 was about to say. And now even the spire is wrapped in flames, the belfry has begun to totter and a warning note from the old, moaning tongue of the bell, the bell that cost wagon-loads of marble cake and colic and tears, breaks the starry stillness of the night. Then Henry bursts forth with something done up in the bed-quilt n he carries in his arms. His whiskers are gone, but what of that ? One side of them is left untouched and almost unscorched. They will “And reading something.” grow out again and all will be well. Gently he put his burden down on the green grass, or rather, on the deep, soft snow I should say, and then he-undid the quilt and_kissed the quiet face. ‘The multitude crowded about him, but he yelled at them, "Stand i ack and give her air!" and most everybody decided that it would be bet- ter under the circumstances to do so. Every time people came inside the fence he would pick up a sled- stake ani beg them to stand back and give her air, Then he would smother her with kisses, After two or three hours the pastor came in- A SURPRISE Usner—"* Take dat hat off or out yer goes!” 223 side the inclosure with his only sur- viving Christmas present, consisting of a perforated cardboard match- safe, on which was the ‘statement, “Scratch my back.” He held this in one hand and his life in the other. Gradually he approached Henry. Pearl was sitting up and he was fanning her with the blue tail-board of her father’s sled. The audience could sec that the pastor was kindly received and that he was conversing with both of the young people and reading some- thing by the light of the burning church. That is about all. Asthe years went by Mr. and Mrs. Hornblower got more and more happy, and now he is at the head of every great en- terprise, making mon; fist, as one would say. And what be Ellsmere? you ask. answer that I do not know. did not come out of the church at all, and as nothing remained of the build- ing after it was consumed, there is a tradition at Muzzy’s Forks to the effect that death was his portion. And now can anyone read this, simple little story and not be better for it? T hope so. ONE WAY OF LOOKING AT IT. Old Baboony— Algernon, these extravagant habits of yours will time for you to settle down and Algy—" Why, fawther, are you crazy? If your means are not enough faw one family, how cculd you pawssibly suppawt two? A boy may like sweetmeats, but he draws the line at worm candy. AT THE PLAY. PARTY WITH THE MONt ‘AL HEAD—"* Young feller, | never took this off yet, and I ain't going to begin now. comicbooks.com