Judge — December 8, 1894 — page 46: what you’re looking at

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

here goes that pretty little Miss Jones. Let's offer her the shelter of our umbrellas.” THE FABLE OF THE ENGLISH SPARROWS. HE was lounging in her own dainty boudoir. The dancing fire in the grate beat back the early evening gloom which was trying to hide the tasteful appointments of the room and made her surroundings as warm and cheery as possible. She herself, in her soft dressing-gown, her hair in a delicious dis order, her feet in little slippers without any backs to the heels, made a delightful picture. She yawned a little; then, arising from her pillowed seat, she walked to the window, The wind was hurling clouds of snow against the pane, and as she stood there the chill from the glass was in pleasant contrast to the warmth of the room. ‘Through the dusk she noted how the wind swept the snow along a slanting roof across the way until the tiles seemed all to have a furzy growth of white hair, and as she watched she at last noticed a pair of shivering sparrows huddled under the ea’ “Poor, poor little birds!" sighed the girl; “thinking of the warm GOOSE Do you see the two girls? TOO GALLANT. —and finds when she gets home that she has had too much of a good thing. The geese do not like the two girls. Geese do nol bite. The girls fear they will bite: The girls live in the city. GEESE said, “ People aren't always as miserable as they look ; Tittle use in giving pity to people whom it that young man who is coming to-night? Miss Jones enjoys the shelter — breezes of the south while you shiver there. Oh, if I could only do something for you!" A crackling voice from the direction of the grate an- swered her whispered soliloquy. ‘ Would you really like to know what they are talking about ?” it asked. She was too much surprised even to be frightened, and simply looked at the birds and listened intently. “Cheep, cheep!” said one bird as it rubbed up against the other. “Does yer wish yer wuz in Florida now, eb, old un?" And it seemed to chuckle. “1 knew,” murmured the girl. “In Florida? Me? After killin’ two h'American birds in dis mornin’s fights an’ bein’ booked fer two fights ter-morrer? Florida! Say, ‘Arry, that's good.” In her amazement the girl could not speak, but there shower of sparks from the grate and somebody and, anyhow, there's nnot benefit. But how about comicbooks.com