Judge — January 12, 1895 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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uae AN UNQUESTIONABLE RIGHT. SCYES, Ethel; it must be. There is no escape from it,” cried the young man, trembling with emotion. “I must die—die by my own hand. When I leave you to- night I will take this pistol and "—— “Stop! stop!” interrupted the girl, springing to his side and trying to wrest the weapon from him. “You know not what you say. What right have you thus to”"—— “What right?” the young man exclaim- ed. “Ha! ha! To ask me that question! Know you not that it is not only my right but FOILED AGAIN. my duty to humanity to put an end to my “Back!” she cried wildly and life? Some people may think that the Jap- in_a voice hoarse with emotion. anese who runs a sword through his stomach olan bern because somebody has insulted him does ‘And the villain did as request- 2 him “doe ed and backed the turnout on tothe Wrong. It may be a question, too, if a sin is Sdegalt sad Thecegh & pinlegee committed by the man who, worn out by window before she could gasp "Gi as : ae A up!” She had never handled the Physical suffering of which there is no hope reins before. of cessation, sends a bullet through his RY GIRL HAS HER DAY; OR, “LET SISTERLY LOVE + \ z — EVEk ~ 9 CONTINUE. Exper sister (fatronisingly)—'* Going to bed, I suppose? What a shame! Never mind; in a few years you will be invited out too.” YOUNGER SISTER (independently)—"* Yes; and in a few years you will not be invited out.” IN BONDAGE. ER eyes were wild, her hair was in disorder, her face was flushed, her hands were clinched. She was a deeply-injured and desperate woman, “Oh, cruel one,” she cried in anguished tones, “I have borne with you too long! You have injured the very foundations of my being! Day by day you have tortured me, and yet I could not bear to give you up. When first we met, how your ease and polish attracted me! When you became my own, how my friends envied me! But your understanding is too small for my large soul. You are opposed to my advancing myself. You have injured my standing in society. If we had never met I might have walked in peace. So now begone! We part forever.” There was a moment's convulsive breathing, a gritting of teeth and a sharp sigh, It was all over. By a supreme effort she had pulled off her new shoe. FLORENCE f. PRATT. CONCISE, What are you gazing at, you little rascal? If you have anything to say say Necro woy—" When I sces nuffin’ I says nuffin’ brain, And there may be two sides to the question whether a man who has lost all he cares for in the world is justified in killing himself. But my right—my duty—to commit suicide is beyond question. No human being on the face of the earth will dispute it. Nobody can "—— “Oh, Charlie!" the girl broke in with a cry full of agony, “stop this wild talk, for heaven's sake! Why should you, a young man with a brilliant career before you, think for a moment of taking your life?” “Why?” cried the young man with a demoniacal laugh. “Because I am the man who conceived the idea of the newspaper discussion about a man’s right to commit suicide. Now will you bid me stay my hand ?” “No, no;" wailed the girl, “Go, Charlie; take your pistol and be very careful to make a complete job of it.” REMINISCENT. HEREDITARY TYPES. EX-TAMMANY_ OFFICE-HOLDERS —" This use ter be the day when we Mister Cohn. Mrs. Cohn, née O'Rourke. Master Cohn. drew our salaries.” comicbooks.com