Judge — April 12, 1890 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE THE OLD CLOCK. T STANDS thar in the corner Whar it’s stood for sixty year, With its big white face a-smilin’ An’ its brass weights shinin’ clear, An’ it 'pears as if some secrut Sortuh hangs ‘twixt it an’ me, For I never pass the sta’rway ‘Cpt it winks right knowin'ly. Time I fetched home my Mirandy— When the twins was born, Samanthy, Jinks! how well I mind the day An’ her brother, Henry Clay, Old clock sized her up, an’ then, sirs, Thet old time-piece like to busted, Off it banged like it would say, Fahly buzzed itself away. *Pooty little crittur, ain't she? Folks ‘lowed thet it needed ‘ilin’, In her bunnit full o' flowers, Sho! I knowed ‘twas unly joy With them curls in two big bunches “Cuz it sensed the Breckenridges Fallin’ round each ear in showers.” Hed a bran':new gyrl an’ boy ! So we onderstand each other, Me an’ thet old clock. I ‘low When my time comes an’ I'm toted Throo the hallway, still an’ slow, A PERFECTLY FAIR PROCEEDING. ‘Theti brighs fase elll beams Gaoal cs His instrucror—"'I say, little un, what"— Ave ities ma NACA PiNpLey—" You know after you biffed me through thé window, pe PEI I ee PEAS yesterday, you said you were absent-minded, and thought I was Pete “Cheer up, Israal! you're unly Jacksons. Lcthoaghe it’might happen again’ today so’ 1; botrowed | an- Dead ; an’ most folks hes to dic.” other glove.” BVA. WILDER MC CLASON, é IT WAS NEWS TO-HIM. ‘©WWELL. 1 suppose they will never find Charley Ross.” The speaker was a large man with red whiskers, who had been immersed in a newspaper for a quarter of an hour. It was rather difficult to tell whom the remark was aimed at, for there were half a dozen of us in the station waiting for a train, and not one of the half dozen had been holding con- verse with the man who spoke. He seemed to expect a reply, however, for his eye wandered from one to another and asked, as surely as ever a silent eye asked a question: “Why don’t you say something ?” When the wandering eye reached a quiet man back of the stove the latter said, tentatively: “Lost, is he?” “Yes;" in a tone which conveyed the impression that the question was an unnecessary one, “Relative of yours?” “Oh, no." “Acquainted with him, perhaps ?" “Not at all; except through newspaper reports.” oy “It’s got into the papers, has it?” THE DANGER OF THE LET- “Well, I should say it had.” TER OF INTRODUCTION. This was said in a fine, ironical tone, and the man with the whiskers addea, “Why, it happened Vici ENT OF THE SOCIETY years ago, but the papers refer to it every day or two.” FORS TH s chieae OF, re ifon “That's strange,” soliloquized the quiet man. ems to me I ought to have seen it if it Dear Billy—Although I haven't seen you - the papers, for I read the Ledger most every day. How much did you say what's-his-name got awa for ten years I venture to introduce my “Got away with? Why, man, Charley Ross didn’t steal any money. friend Jack ‘Tappit, who is visiting New ign’ York on business. Show him the town, old boy, and much oblige your old friend ch? Ran and fellow-rounder, Mucktey.” off with another man’s wife, then, Must have covered their tracks pretty thoroughly, I should say.” + “Oh, dear, no! ‘That isn’t it at all. Charley Ross was a little child, stolen for the purpose of ex- acting a ransom. It occurred years ago; and he has never been found, although a great deal of money has been spent and many detectives have worked on the case.” “You don't say! Well, now, it’s odd I never heard of it.” The large man turned up his nose with a sneer, and said : “L suppose you never heard of Tascott, either “No; was he stolen from home, too?” “No; he wasn't stolen from home. He only assassinated the prince of Wales day before yester- day; but I don't suppose you ever heard of the prince, did you? Where do you live when you are at home, anyhow?" At first [ thought the quiet man wasn’t going to answer this question. He seemed to feel hurt at the other man’s tone. But in a second or two the answef came. “In Philadelphia. Why?” pan Set [F YOU one night should meet a ghost, FULSOME COMPLIMENT. tis terrible! way: passulogy Mxs. Nooney—" How does me new opery-cloak shtrike yez, Dan?” What would you say?—I'd him accost Mr. Noon: It's that rich an’ illigant, dar-rlin’, th’ acthors ‘Il think they're th’ aujience phin With What on ¢arth are you doing ?” they pit eyes an it. comicbooks.com