Judge — October 1, 1892 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE TOO SENTIMENTAL, Passen-8y—"' Blamed if old Dunks mustn't lead his wife a miserable exist- (Inside.) OLb Dunxs—"* Say, Sarey, if ye must blubber over that sic ence, I think I've seen her weeping every time I've passed here this week.” nin’ love-story, I wish you'd at least find a window’at the back of the house.” THE DEVOTION OF A WOMAN. Mrs. Waytrane (sadly)—""And he leaves me in that cold, careless man- Mr. Waytrane—“Well, dearie, 1 must be off. Good-bye.” Nef When I have just shown him how deeply / feel! How heartless men (Kisses her affectionately.) are! How little they understand the devotion of a woman!" Mrs. Waytrane—'Oh, Jack, but mapecanee eect that awful accident on the road yester- BY NO MEANS. day! And to think you must come and go in those horrid trains! I shall be just in terror until I see you safe home.” ‘*D)EAR ME, Uncle Ephraim!” she exclaimed as she met the old gentle- man in the hallway, “you don’t know how surprised I am to see you. Did you travel all the way from Vermont alone?” “Naw,” he replied, deeply offended at the question, as he put his carpet- Mr. Waytrane (reassuringly)— bag down. “There were forty or fifty people on the same train.” “Now, now, pet, don’t anticipate evil. Tonly wish I could stay with you, but business, you know "— Mrs. Waytrane (resignedly) — “Yes, of course; but, dear, you must, oh, you must” Mr. Waytrane—'\ will be care- ful. I shall remember every moment how anxious you are.” Mrs. Waytrane—" But 1 mean you ought to take precautions for my sake.” Mr, Waytrane (fervently) —"1 shall, indeed. Of course there is not much one can do to avert railway ac- cidents "—— Mrs, Waytrane —"1 mean—you ought to have your affairs arranged. I'm sure you've never made a will, and T haven't an idea how to go about get- ting your insurance money or any- thing. I was just reflecting that if something dreadful should happen what would become of ME?” A Mr. Waytrane (after a long pause) A HINT FROM PARIS. } —"Oh, you'd get along, I think. Well, _‘*Say, Rasberry, dat wale dat de bride has mus’ be one o' dem daily hints from | 5 x om Paris, ain’ten it? I'm off. Good-bye. Rasuerny—" No, indeed ; it’s a muskeeter-net.” Shaving under chin, Dyeing mustache. ** Who do you think will be eiected 7” Next!" THE BARBER'S LEGS. comicbooks.com