Judge — November 23, 1889 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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A SURETY. WIEN sad with ife's birdens Ive smiled hes Q away y remembrance of joys in an earlier day, When my heart was so light that no care cat a shade, And woe was the mist that an April shower made. asi not the solace of pleasures unknown: Fate ruleth the future, the past is my own. O, tender the glance from her soft eyes of brown ; , merry the shouts as we came by the town ; While laughter and wit owed in harmony sweet, As our sail caught the breeze at the head of the fleet, And over the waters faint music was blown— Fate, keep thou the future, the past is my own! A little hand pressed me—a pouting lip kissed I stole still another ; it could not be missed ! Our skipper, discrect as a sphinx, turned to sight The steamer that started up out of the night: So we and the stars were together—alone! Fate, take thou the future, the past is my own! Ah, memory, thou goddess whose mirrors reflect ‘The sins that we do and the things we neglect, JUST BEFORE LUNCH. Hold up once again that sweet cvening of yore When we studied so fondly young love's witching lore; art make a choice it were fashioned of Mrs, HARTIGAN—" Pfwhat are yez dramin’ of Parthrick ?” Mr. Haxtican—‘'I wor tinkin" pfwhat a mighty fine bafe-shteak thot rooster has on th’ hid of him.” No, fate rule the future, the past is my own! And so, through the story of life as it runs— A DOUBLE MISFORTUNE. Its darkness, its sorrows, its shadows, its suns— NE Washington market woman to another Washington market woman. re is always this glory and peace we may keep, Fee a cc ie ey “ And so your husband has broken his leg. How unfortunate!” he bllas eee nace bed Sn We Gast asaser GrOWee “Tshould say so. Why, Nancy Muggins! do you know that only last Whatever the future, the past is our own. week I spent five good dollars in buying that unlucky ne’er-do-weel a new CORA LIKW DANIELS pair of boots ?"” OUGHT TO RUN HIM DOWN. HE FOLLOWED INSTRUCTIONS. Chicago detective —"\ understand that the chief has hired a special Irate wife —" John Hawkins, you were brought home on a shutter artist to look out for Murderer Hanson.” again last night. I want you to understand that this is to be the last time.” Subordinate—* What good is a special artist in cases of that kind ?" John Hawkins —" Yes, Matilda.” Chicago detective—*Why, man! don't you know that the special The next evening he made the boys promise to take him home in a artist is always ‘on the spot'?” wheelbarrow, as his wife objected to shutters. A FRUITFUL DISASTER. Miss WEAKINS (in the backer “* Dat yer Mistah Cowles am d’ mos’ Mr, Cowirs—‘‘Any coon what'll leabe lemmin-peel on d’ flo’ orter be gracefullest gonnleman in d’ room. Jess look how nice he leans hisself ovah massacred !" fer t’ heah whad Miss Jakeson’s gotter sav.” comicbooks.com