Judge — April 6, 1889 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE STREPHONA. AM sure you mean it kindly As you say, a man half blinded When you warn me to beware Could not choose but see her face Of the laughing loves and graces Has a hundred roguish beauties Lurking each within its lair, In its pink, be-dimpled space— Hidden underneath the meshes That her eyes are dark and daring, Of Strephona’s bronze-gold hair. Though her lashes interlace. 1, who held her—fan last evening, ‘One is not of mind to judge her Might not note so well as you Who has held her fan, I says That within her softest glances Though, I grant you, itis likely ‘Some sly mischief lies perdu, She is using me in play Like the little spark of lightning, Breaking heart and hope within me Sleeping in a drop of dew. Just to pass an idle day, And just when her lips are parted « Vet, my thoughtful friend and mentor, In some word of soft intent, 1 shall venture to imply He who bows to catch the whisper That you heed not, right at present, May not eare much what she meant, Have for me a troubled sigh, So he sees the dancing shadow For if sweet Strephona's jesting, In her chin’s rift deeply pent. Tassure you, soam I. AVA WILDEK Me GLASSOM, HER LETTER. HE was her father’s only daughter, and he left her in the reception room of the town seminary with many injunctions to write regularly and report faithfully all particulars of her life and studies. “Write?” she repeated, with a grieved little pout. “Of course I'll write, Did you think I'd be so mean as to forget you and mother, and ‘Tom, and the rest of the folks at home? I'll write twice every week any- and maybe oftener if my pocket-money doesn’t get low At the end of a month “ you and mother and Tom” received a letter aring the Highton post-mark. TOO MUCH FOR HER. The first named of the trio, mindful of her hint, had taken care that Mrs. Parsitey—" Why, Bleth, you look miserably! What is the trouble 2” her pocket-money should not get “low; mother had sent a carefully- te no es ae wily tack toe written weekly epitome of neighborhood news; and Tom, proud of his to get rested.” y accomplishment, had frequently been to the expense of posting a bulky. Mxs. Casenove—‘'I don't mean that Washington one. We're just break- scrawl himself, So, after many days of anxious conjecturing, the prom- iN in a new Irish cook at home.” ised reward came. This is the letter * Dear papa—Vanties are awfully expensive here. Do you think you could double my weekly allowance? Send by draft or post-office money- order. Tell ma to write real often; I enjoy hearing from home so much. Ask Tom if he can’t get me the breast of a water-fowl for my new tur- ban. They cost ten dollars here, and he is so handy with a gun. Love to all. Your affectionate daughter, MARGARET STAFFORD. “P.S.—Don't forget the draft.” IN LENTEN GRAY. CROSS the aisle she often peeps, The while with graceful ease she keeps Her place the Lenten service through, And makes response whene’er ‘tis due. But now into her face there creeps for there sweeps yes, in gleaming leaps. Of cut-steel beads, a bonnet new, Across the aisle. And all the woman nature weeps, And good will to her neighbor sleeps, Because this dainty thing in view. Though ashen gray, ana strictly true To Lent—compared to hers is" steep,” Across the aisle. ARISTINE. ANDRESON, OUR POCKET DICTION- ARY. Bachelor — A wild goose that tame geese envy. Pawnbroker—T he man who holds your coat while you fight. Congress—Men assembled to pre- vent‘each other from doing anything. Miser—One that makes bricks . that his heirs may build hous LLA—"*Aren't you laced awfully tight, Aspasia?” A=" may be a little, mamma; but I feél sure that Mr. Sawdorff will propose this evening, | —=—‘7'@xes—Periodical bleeding as and he's got the shortest arms you ever saw.” prescribed by government. comicbooks.com