Judge — 1889 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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BEST THINGS FROM JUDGE. A PASTORAL ROMANCE, fg OVELY Mi: Lucinda oO Farmer for the summer. The object of her vist was to secure rest and qu e decided to abstain from all so- cial excitementand at first she succeeded. After a while, how her resolution gradually gave way and she found her- self indulging in a pleasant littie flirtation with Farmer Hayseed’s son, John. John was good-looking and accommo- dating, and he didn’t object in the least to the effects of the city girl's fascinations. ¢ In fact, he rather seemed to like it, and when he got hold of her hand one eveni cidentally, of course— and gave it a good squeeze, the affair developed into something serious, Of course Miss Tyler's affections were not permanently disabled, but she sympathized with the steady devotion of her admirer and encouraged him because she, like all women, fancied that sort of thing. Even Eve left poor old Adam an hour or two to flirt with that very insinuating old gentleman known as Beelzebub. John’s courtship was placid and unremitting. Everything he could do for Miss Tyler was done. It was therefore with regret that he saw the end of August approaching, for then she was toleave. He took her out riding. ‘They entered a long, well-shaded, romantic-looking road, and almost before Miss Tyler knew anything John exclaimed, with more or less emotion : “Tlove you.” SUFFERING FOR FASHION. “Whew! I tell you what, it's cold! I wish Sister Mary hadn't cut up all the blankets for toboggan suits.” “This is very sudden,” she replied. “T hope you ain't mad about it?” “No; I don't.know "—and as she faltered his arm encircled her There w lence for a minute or two, and then pity got the better of the dear girl's feelings, and she said softly : “John, should think that you would get tired of the monotony of your life here.” iy it is kind o' tiresome sometimes.” “¢Tell me what you do.” “You won't get mad about it?” “Certainly not. “Well, you know, we run this farm in summer so's to make enough to keep the family the rest of the year. Mam sees to the cooking ; pap tends to the work out-doors, and they make me do all the love-making business.” “The love-making busines “Yes; that's what it amounts to. Flirt with the boarders, you know, and make ’em believe that they’ve made a mash. _ First it was tough work—kind o’ bashful, you know—and the first summer I only popped to two girls. The second summer I got up to six. Last season I reached a dozen, and this year—but, say, you ain't mad about it, are you?” “No, dear John,” and her head nestled fondly on his shoulder. “What a pretty hat you have! Let me hold it for you; and, INCLUDED IN THE GROUP. Mk, Prepiey—“'Here’s a good filtin’ coat on this figger, Mandy. Wait 'Il the man comes an’ I'll ax th’ price.” THE puMMy— out th’ focus, you old chump! I'm the head salesman, an’ they’re just takin’ my phofo for an ad.” dear John, how fine and soft your hair is.” And she ran her fingers gently through his chestnut locks, Presently put both hands up there, and after getting a good, ti hold, she pulled with all the gathered strength of a weeks’ vacation, John tried to yell, but he couldn't—his breath forsook him. He tried to speak, but it was no go, The big tears that rolled down his cheeks were the only manifestations of his misery, but they were enough to touch a heart of stone. In about a minute—to John it seemed a cen- tury—the lovely Miss Tyler released her hold and gathered several dozen strands of chestnut hair into a knot. “No, dear John,” she said, in her sweetest way, ‘I ain't mad. I only wanted a tuft of your lovely hair for a summer souvenir, And now, dear John, suppose we return,” Dear John obeyed without a murmur. They reached home, and that night at a family council John issued his ultimatum. “Dad,” said he, ‘‘if there’s any more courtin’ busin to be done ’round here you've got to do it. I've quit for good.” SUB ROSA CURIOSITY. McStew (af Tiffany's, just after getting a settlement of his aqueduct con- tradyorPahah Pile i oult ookan's phricin’ solithary dimunds, aise me mind be tellin’ me wor thot poor young gurr'l in a railroad acchi- dent, or wor she bor-rn so?” comicbooks.com