Judge — September 28, 1889 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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._ bill-poster came along and pasted a flaming “three-sheets JUDGE A SAD STORY. She. © OWVHY 90 pensive, Helen, dear? “TL wid? tell you—where's my Did game go wrong, or is it fear Just before the game b ‘That you'll not play a winner? I essayed rectinement. Tell me, sweetheart, why do you Hammock broke—I had a fall ; So long a time the hammock woo? Ton't ask more, as that is all, It’s nearly time for dinner.” Inclinement knocked refinement.” THE SCHOOL-HOUSE BY THE LANE T WAS a queer-looking place altogether, and anything but inviting. The first thing you noticed was its tumble-down appearance—the patched corner, the rattling windows, the cracked shingles. Very little money did it cost when built; it never cost a cent for repairs. The latch was useless unless lifted by an experienced hand, and the door swung in with a rush. The desks were knife- carved, the benches were bruised with rough treatment, and the walls were dingy and dirty. Slowly the door opens, and she comes down the creaking steps. looking out from her downcast, trembling eyes toward the willows across the lane. The other children ran or trotted home some ten minutes ago. Her great big blue eyes twinkle like two big stars. A crumpled sun-bonnet swin: one hand, while the other arm holds a little bundle of books to her breast. It is only a cotton print that she wears, but never did a queen look finer in cloth-of-gold. She cautiously crosses the lane, and a delightful blush mantles her pretty cheeks as she catches sight of a rusty brown jacket behind a tree. And then the brown jacket turns and he looks at her—oh, so foolishly ! “I—I'm sorry you didn’t know where Keckoko wa said in a low voiee. “Because,” she goes on, “it puts me head of the class, and —-and—I like you better than Harry Dean.” He doesn’t say anything by way of reply. But he takes her by the hand and they walk off toward the mill-pond. The big end window of the school-house seems to be winking after them, as much as to say that it’s all right and that those two are set- ed for life. . . . * e . . he ‘They've been painting up the old school-house again, but it seems older than ever, and looks as if it might fall at any mo- It actually seems to groan in the wind, as if it were nted by ghosts or troubled with rheumatism, It is weak in front, weaker in the centre, and weakest in the back. A very bad case it is. But it's the same old schoolhouse, except in the big end window. Something has happened to this window. It is But it has stopped winking; it stopped just after the pretty little maid and the youngster in the brown jacket were married. They haven't been back to the old school-house since' they went away on their wedding-trip: and that was five years ago. Some four years back they were divorced ; and now changed entirely you get a really fine lithograph of the pretty little maid with a OFFENDED. certain brand of cigarettes. Maybe this was what stopped the Etsenpioom —" Vat you scharge fer a ticket to Saind Louey 2" end window's winking. Maybe it stopped because one di AGENT—"* Vestibule ?” E1sexnioo —"* No ; vat you take me for? [ride me inside der car, like a chen- rf tlemans.”” over it, And all you saw on the poster were the words, “Use —_——_____—. Tak-a-Bite for Breakfast ;" and down in one corner was the picture of a man with a long beard, who once upon a time wore a rusty brown jacket and who now lives in Keekoko, VIRGINER FLETCHER PRIMROSK. VASSAR, "Bp, NOTHING. WRONG THERE. $00 BAD about Denio, isn't it?” “What's the matter? I hadn't heard.” ince he went into the grocery business he hasn't made his salt.” “Is it possible! Why, he buy: UNAPPRECIATED. Voice from the hammock (singing) —" Max Weldon’s braes are bonny " Voice from the piazza (growling)—" Do keep still, for heaven's sake! Your brays aren't bonny, by any means.” AFTER THE VACATION NCE more he's found the maid unk ‘And though she was a hummer He doesn’t care, he thinks he'll find A better one next summer. nw does that happen?” NOT EXACTLY AS SHE MEANT IT. A COMPREHENSIVE FLIT. Miss Gusher (to Mr. Skriblar) —“* So this is Mr. 6 He hera Se pee a Vesa - Skriblar? How delighted I am to meet you! 1 SHe—"* Did you hear of Kitty Bentam’s elopement? Very sad, wasn’t it?” : pa poses Iie—""T heard it mentioned, I believe, Ram away with a-count, dida't she: shall be so much more interested in your writings —"Yes; bank account and cnachman both. Her papa’s about ruined.” after thi comicbooks.com