Judge — January 26, 1895 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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THE NAPOLEONIC REVIVAL ¢ ROBABLY the most touching, striking and pathetic incident in the whole career of Napoleon was his final parting with Josephine. When the barouche which was to convey her from the palace had arrived and she, senseless in the arms of her ladies of honor, had been placed within it she recovered for a moment and beckoned the emperor to approach. Napoleon, striving in vain to stifle his emo- walked slowly to the conveyance. Then it was that she looked at him steadfastly for a moment and said, with a martyr-like pathos in her beautiful voice, “Listen, sire! The star of your destiny is about to set. it by putting ice or door-knobs under it. and I know.” Choking with sobs, the emperor was about to be assisted back to the palace when she stopped him again, saying, “Is my hat on straight ?” (To be continued.) A MODEST REQUEST. HE Abner Browns live on the outskirts of the town, and have as near neigh- bors a colored family named Johnson, whose rickety “shack” of deep interest to the Abner Brown children, They know all the joys and sorrows of the Johnson establishment, and are sympathetic to a degree not wholly approved by the elders of their own household, since the first fruits of the garden are the direct result of such sympathy. The greatest delight, how- ever, to the young Abner Browns is the succession of darkey babies, shiny and plump, rolling about in the sand or on the cabin-floor. Unfortunately, however, none of the Johnson babies has ever attained the maturity of eight years, the age of the eldest Abner Brown, still known as “ Bubbles,” in deference to her extreme resemblance to a well-known advertisement. Most of them died within a year after birth; and the one or two who lived longer dragged out a pitiful existence until death released them. © Bubbles had grieved over the loss of no less than seven, and “dear knows how many more before I can remember,” she was wont to add in distressed confidence to the other Abner Browns. The day came when there were Don't try to prevent If it wants to set it ‘Il set. I am a mother a source HIS PREFERENCE. There's no case that Judge Blank likes to well as this sort. TOO STRONG FOR H CHaprin—"Aw—I say, fellah; let me have a light, will you?” tion and supported by Talleyrand and Murat, ~~ UP TO DATE, “Ven it gomes to enterprise dere are mighty few in it mit Einstein.” no babies at all in the Johnson household, and the children were much troubled. The responsibility of the Johnson family was felt to be a very heavy burden. For some months they were depressed whenever they went to the cabin. One day the doctor's gig stood before the Johnsons’ tumble- down gate. The children were much excited. Bubbles stepped over to investigate. As she reached the gate the doctor was coming out. “Is any one ill in there?” she demanded briskly in the tone of one who has a right to the information. The doctor looked amusedly at her. “No,” he relied. Bubbles looked polite wonderment for a mo- ment and then a thought suddenly came to her. “Oh,” she said quickly, “ you are the doctor who brings the babies in his pocket, aren't you?” The doctor with a smile owned up. “Well,” continued Bubbles anx- iously, “if you are going to bring an- other here you had better bring a white ‘one, because the black ones are all too delicate." MADGE ROBERTSON. THE prodigal son may return, but the prodigal daughter must stay away. open and try quite as IM. comicbooks.com