Judge — December 28, 1889 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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192 WHAT IS THE MATTER OF SENTY CLAUS? HEN I was a little one, full of delight, T voted ol” Senty Claus jest about right, An‘ ust to lay thinkin’ how good he must be To fill up the stockin's for youngsters like me, An’ likewise for them in the by-ways of earth Whose days hev a scarceness of comfort an’ mirth ; He'd hunt up their chimleys an’ down he would Ko— T read in the story-books how it was so. But sence I am older—how old I won't say— OF Senty, I find that you've got a new way Of lavishin’ most of your goods on the great, Fergittin’ the childern of lowly estate ; A way wich is quite unbe- comin’ a saint (You needn't git mad an’ de- \ clare that you ain't!) It grieves me to know it, and yet it is true— ‘Ob, Senty Claus! What is the matter of you? If any one ought ‘o be careless of rank, OF housen an’ land an’ of stock in the bank : If any one shouldn't be careless an’ cold To them that is fast in hard poverty’s hold ; If any one ought 'o be perfeckly sure Whoever's forgot that it sha'n’t be the poor, It's you, that’s appointed to bring us good-cheer At Chris'mus, w'ich comes only oncet in the year! Vit, somehow, your duty you don’t seem to do- Oh, Senty Claus! What is the matter of you? AFTERMATH. CHAPTER 1, ALFONSIUS gazed upon them with doubting eyes as he undid the parcel; but the doubt changed to wonder, and when he tried them on the wonder grew to rapturous bliss. ‘They were the only pair of Christmas slippers he had ever received that fitted him, With his choicest perfumed stationery before him he constructed a passionate epistle that but faintly portrayed his glowing gratitude, his surprised delight of sole. cHArTER UI. When Angelica received the note in his astheti heart nearly smothered her with its joyous beatings. she hastened to devour its contents about weary enough of playing ‘And the villain. still pursued '—him? If you think that a gentleman is going to be bulldozed by your per- sistence into coming to a settlement pray disencumber your mind of that erroneous impression. . DEADEREETE.” scrawl her fond CHAPTER at. In a distant part of the vast metropolis, Snippleton, the long-suffering tailor of Alfonsius, was looking blankly at the adoring expression t had fastened itself upon the features of an imperial photograph in ebony and gold frame which had just been delivered to him with a note couched in these touching words: “Gaze upon this daily for my sake, and from its grateful eyes try to gather your reward for all 1 owe you.” AKISTINE ANDINSON, THE CAR-DRIVER'S NIGHTMARE. Mooney (with a yell and seeing his reflection in the glasi)—* Take der nex’ car!" THE DOCTOR FOR HIM. SSYVHY, Stebbins, old boy, what's up to-day? You don’t seem to be at all in your usual form.” No? Well, I suppose it’s my deuced liver again. consulted at least a dozen doctors, but all in. vain. “Well, you should go to Jones. He’s the only man who can pull you through.” “Indeed! Has he made a special study of liver complaint ?” “TL stiould say so; he’s’ got it himself.” HOLIDAY REFLECTIONS. NOW, he sasiten sathers wormed Slippers her best beau she'll send ; Rut the man that gets the slippers Will get worsted in the end. You know I've SHOULD you be stirred to give a bible or a Baxter's “ Saints’ Rest” to a blind beggar, let it be in large type. T IS not appropriate to send to your young man a card-board and worsted motto saying “God bless our home,” unless he has already proposed. THE KEY-CHAIN HAS REACHED MAINE. (of Portland) —"'Vry some of this? six dollars a gallon,” Me, Iipperos It's gilt-edged an’ cost )—"'Thanks, I'm dry as a salt cod.” Mr. Duke (after an unreasonable interval) —"* Mold on! I think you heard me say that cost six dollars a gallon !" comicbooks.com