Judge — October 1, 1892 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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TOLD BY A ‘TAIL, Pursuit of the enemy. Change of front by the pursued. HER TERRIBLE REVENGE. [TS MERELY another story of the terrible re- venge of the telephone-girl. She had never seen the young man, but of course she knew who he was and knew that he was married. In fact, both his house and office tele- phones were on her ‘‘board,” and she had noticed that in calling from one place he said, “Give me four hundred and six in a hurry,” while from the other he would say, “Hello! is that you, pet? All right, dearie, Give me four hundred and six, please.” Occasionally too he would ask if she had a good time at the telephone-girls’ ball. It was all right until she happened to overhear him saying some pretty things toa girl in another telephone exchange. Now she had no particular interest in him, but she considered him her “telephone beau” and she didn't wish to enter into any partnership arrangement with any other girl She was provoked, and:when he “rang up” again she was so chilly that icicles would have formed on the wire had it not been for his melting words. When he began with Wavering. Precipitate retreat. I'm glad this fire-escape is finished. safe now in case of fire.” “dearie” she interrupted him by coldly asking: What number, pet, don't be"—— he began; but she had recalled that his wife was talking to the butcher, and quick as a flash she shifted the plugs on the switch-board. He continued *talk- ing He said she must have been listening to his conversation with the girl in “Three office,” and if j so she was a “jealous lit- SHE WANTED TO BE suRE, We wretch” It was mere Miss Fussy—"'Is this the bureau !¥ to while away time of information ?” and to insure good serv- fe Cuaee ice in that office in the Fussy —""Is my bonnet on future that he had tried to get on good terms What can I do A skirmish, ‘The battle, with the girl there: If pet would — Then he heard from his wife. She spoke emphatic- ally, and rang off before he had a chance to reply. And the last thing he heard before he hung up the ear-piece was a laugh that sounded like “pet's.” She seemed to be EON gee about something. He doesn’t fli’ with the girl in “Three office” now; neither does he with “pet,” and he says the service is poorer than ever before. RLLIOTT rLowER. SIGNS. A CIRCLE of fight ‘round the moon, ‘tis said, With a star within its rim Isa sign that the wind will blow out of the east With tearful weather and dim, And just as true—let me whisper it, though— Is the fact that a maiden weeps If suitor unwelcome her circle invade And outside the favored one keeps. J. A, MARRLSDEN, A BOOMERANG. ++ ARE YOU doing much reading this summer?” asked Mawson of the silly-looking girl, just for a joke. “Not much,” she replied, “A little Kant, some Schopenhauer, Browning, and William Morris. What do you think of Morris?” ‘And Mawson had to admit he'd never.read Morris. Eprtor (looking out of window)—" Well, I'm 2—NO ESCAPE. But as the poets soon discovered it he had it removed. Fi | comicbooks.com