Judge — September 8, 1894 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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NOT IN GOOD HEALTH. THe siver coin—" Why, William! what's the matter with you? You look queer. THe COUNTERFEIT BILL—'* Why wouldn't T, I'd like to know? People are continually shoving me. But,'say; you're not looking very bright.” THe SILVER COIN—"* Oh, I have a hard time of it because I circulate round so much, you know, Yesterday I got plugged and to-day I was knocked down twice.” JUDGE THE FAIRY’S GIFT. HE room was very high up, for the view from its single window showed nothing but tall chimneys and blistered roofs ; and it was dark except where the moon- light made a great splash of radiant silver on the floor. Slowly the stream of moon- beams changed its course. It nolonger lit the floor, but fell upon a flat bed whose skeleton showed through its thin covering, A man was lying there, but not even the moon-glory - ~ D Sys =“ =~ a AN A MIRACULOUS REDEMPTION BY A NOSE. Coun (excitedly, to Ikey, who has got beyond his depth)—* Holdt ub a momend longer, mine sohn. Keeb ub dot nose! Shimmii pe deadt pefore I got halluf vay oud dere.” You uon't know how much I love you, Ange "—— ashus! ohf dot poy vasn't a Heprew he vould “SHOO, FLY!" ER DEPTH. Witte (in ard /uck)—"* Good gwacious, Clawence! you a waitah in a Bowery hash-house ?” Chanence (alo in hard luck)—"* Yes, Willie, deah boy, 1 tend table heah, but I don’t eat heah. could brighten his rusty and bedraggled garments, Disap- pointment, poverty and weariness were everywhere written upon him; and when the light found his face it earnestly confirmed the story that his clothes had told, It was tired and distressed even in his slumber. Suddenly a dainty figure fluttered through the white haze that hung about his head. She had wings of gauze, resplen- dent with moonbeam spangles. She sailed close to his ear and whispered a few words in it; then she flew to the win- dow-sill and waited. : A faint smile spread over his features. Slowly his ye- lids lifted, but his eyes were still dull, He raised his hand to his brow and began to remember.“ What was it?” he mut- tered. Then he recalled his dream. He gave a stifled cry; he jumped from the bed and sprang to the decrepit desk to fumble with his lamp. . Meanwhile the fairy watched him with a smile of happi- ness and gayety. Her laugh was like a tiny bell as she threw a kiss to the man, who had already commenced his writing. “Good-bye,” she said ood-bye. You are the hun- dredth man who thought that idea was new. Good-bye.” LAYTON BREWER, ANGRLINA—"* Oh, go away!" comicbooks.com