Judge — September 1, 1894 — page 6: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Sue— Why do all these men surround me like this? Can it be?” THE FABLE OF THE KING AND THE SEER. HE rude old king, blunt and heavy of thought and deed, sat solidly upon his horse and regarded a figure that stood before him. The steel-clad cavalcade behind him had drawn rein as the king halted, but their curveting horses made a noise of clanking metal that was music to awarrior’s ears. A knight who rode beside the king whispered a word into his ear and the king nodded. "$0?" he said presently; “a prophet, a seer?” and he fell into silent musing. Suddenly ‘a great light shone from the king's face, his eye twinkled, his bosom heaved, he said, “Seer, see “ere,” and then he paused and waited. ‘The courtier at the king's side gave a nerv- ous start, threw a hasty glance at his monarch, shrewdly measured his manner of timid expect and then he smote his breast-plate again and again and laughed with mighty fervor. With huge delight the king motioned for He turned to the prophet again. “ere.” The prophet stood silent and g's brow grew dark, notwithstanding that the knight beside him was rolling in his saddle. The prophet awaited permission to speak. His face was unchanged, The king's face grew blacker and blacker. His neck swelled, Sud- denly the outburst came. “S'ere, seer,” he bel- lowed ; “if you can’t seer juke like that how can I take your second sight seriously? Ha, by my halidom! S'death! geedap!" And in a second Seer,” more the hapless prophet had expired under the crushing hoofs of the king’s horse. MoRAl. Do not let visions of the morrow blind you to the realities of to-day. THE EXPLORER AND THE BULLET-PRO v ay aaa AT A SEASIDE PAVILION. HARD LUCK. ‘Thirsty Ike—*' Talk about hard luck—I went an’ filled meself ter th’ brim wid spring-water dis mornin’ an’ five minutes after a man offered me all de beer I could drink," Gabriel uw / (But a few moments afterward, when she vacated her chair and all made a rush for it, she again relapsed into blasted hopes.) READ IT IN HER EYES, [7 WAS one of those soft, witching moonlight nights when there is a big business done in Cup 's confessional. “Until I met you, Adele,” he murmured in a voice husky with emotion, “I believed that all women were deceitful; but when I look into your clear, beautiful eyes I behold there the very soul of candor and loyalty.” George,” she exclaimed with enthusiasm, “ this is the happiest moment I have known since papa took me to that Paris oculist.” * Paris oculist !" “Yes, dear; you never would have known that my left eye is a glass one.” Then the moon went under a cloud and George rolled over and buried his face in the moist grass. TO ANNIE AT THE PIANO. DEAR mistress of the keys, if music slips From out your heart and off your finger-tips With magic spell ; Or, swift and sweet to answer your commands, It springs to meet the touch of loving hands, | pray you tell. THEY DON’T GO THERE, + #[)O YOU believe ia sympathetic strikes?” Not on the ball-field.” A POSSIBLE FUTURE STRIKE. “ What's the matter inside there, Peter?” St. Peter —* Debs has just informed the Almighty that ne wants the question of Altgeld’s admission to heaven submitted to arbitration.” OF COAT: comicbooks.com