Judge — August 17, 1889 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE A SUMMER TRAGEDY. F WALKED, we talked, we bathed—ah me! He had a sort of foreign air, ‘That happy summer by the sea Dark eyes, a voice beyond compare, Went like a dream! And gentle ways. I wore a flannel outing-gown, We used to walk along the beach, ‘The day we met ; its color, brown, And then T wore a silk—pale peach, With stripes of cream. With sash of gray. We boated, fished. I never knew We went asailing in the bay ; Till then what love meant—really true, “Till ife’s end I shall think that day Devoted love. Wore heaven's face. He said he had not cared before He quoted Swinburne till a tear For any girl ;—that day I wore Left stains upon my dress of sheer Light blue and dove. Tan-colored lace. By passion taught, my life each day And then—and then—you understand Grew broader, deeper, till love's sway. ‘What partings are. He took my hand Held perfect rule. There by the sea. Of him I spoke, dreamed, prayed, and thought; He had to go to serve out thread For him T sent abroad and bought And tape to sordid souls, instead ‘That amber tulle, Of serving me. We could not speak; each bursting heart Was like to break ; we rushed apart NOT CONSOLING, Like mountain reft. I should have died but for a new. COUNTRYMAN had con- ‘Costume that came next day ; “twas blue, sulted a fortune-teller as to his With scarlet cleft. future. “You'll be poor, kind EVA WILDER MC GLASSON. until SS you're thirty,” was the prediction of CONTRADICTORY. the Pythoness. She How delightfully fresh is “And then?” the breeze!” He—*" Fresh? I call “Oh! after that you'll get used to it.” A GRAVE CASE. Bynthere— boarding-place? Boardelong —"With one excep- tion,” Bynthere dition of Rio? Boardelong "No; roast beet's so blamed tough can’t cut the gravy.” ROMAUNT OF YE DRUMMER, YE DRUMMER mood with grip to han Like your new And looked the long car o'er ; ‘The half-kept seats he closely scanned, ‘Then left the open door. Unsettled con- A comely maid of twenty-three Leaned lonely in her seat ; Ye drummer smiled and gallantly Did reach there on both feet. She sighed and moved uneasily, . Glanced up as he glanced down; A BAD STATE OF Ye drummer questioned quick if she Lived not in yonder town. AFFAIRS. De Garmo—"What! your en- “Ye maiden fortn a pencil took, And wrote," "Tis not my home ; But ask no more by word or look— Tam both deaf and dumb.” Alack! Ye drummer sate and read ‘The papers, one by one, A novelette, the " Quick or Dead, ‘And wished the journey done. One fearful sigh he heaved at last, As drew his station nigh: “A duller day I never passed és . ‘The dumb maid quoth, Nor 1!" MEMHER OF THE GALLANT “SINTY-NINTIC" (on the first night in Peckskill)— ‘axxonvuovs, ‘* Howly bogs! but that misquity bates Hoboken bald-hiddid !” gagement with that lovely Miss Ecelesine broken off! Tell me, what was the matter? Something “Yes; she is lost to De Garmo— Has she jilted you, HIS FIRST SIGHT AT A WOODCOCK. old man?” Montieth No; it's worse than in the soup.’ re ae Suorty (complacently, as the hammer-head comes off) —"* Out ‘t what?” THE WRONG TARGET. : PROPRIETOR OP STRIKING-MACIIINE. —"* Now then, Shorty, knock the wind comicbooks.com