Judge — May 25, 1895 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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Copyright by B. J. Fath, 1%. JUDGE'S FAVORITES. AMY BUSBY IN THE FATAL CARD. Amy, aimée, home from a foreign clime, Q dainty maiden! Wafted o'er ocean in 1 By winds love-laden, I fancied you the fairy of the spring— ‘You play as sweetly as the robins sing. vernal time MURDER MOST FOUL. [TWAS evident that a foul crime had been committed, and Old Sleuth, the Harveyized steel-plate detective, had been called to the scene immedi- ately upon the discovery. He at once set about, or rather slunk about, look- ing for clew: Blood ! blood everywhere! A new axe with a bloody blade, large and well- defined footsteps in the snow, and signs of a scuffle. A ghastly head, distorted with agony, lay upon the froz~ en ground, but there was no body. This in itself was suspicious. It seemed for a moment to puzzle Old Sleuth himself. Finally he expectorated softly, first removing his false beard, lest he might soil its silken lustre, and whispered hoarsely, * This is not the work of an amateur” After adding another hue unto the rainbow of evidence by again expectorating he hissed, “This looks to me like Deacon Ketchum’s work. Mind you, I don’t say it ¢s Deacon’s Ketch- um’s work, for it may be Parson Johnson's work; but it looks to me like Deacon Ketchum’s work.” “That's jest like his cheek,” cried ‘Squire Hennery, tearing large bunches of tawny whiskers from his face. * Not only steal the last chicken I had in the coop, but butcher him right on my new chopping-block, with my new axe.” CURIOUS Se THE Joneses have a grand- son.” “You surprise me. The third generation and only mar- ried a year!” A CRISIS. UNDER the electric lights the whole room was seen to be in a state of wild disorder. Ar- ticles of vertu were strewn over the carpet, mingled with many toilet accessories. Bureau-draw- ers and cupboards were pulled open and their contents hung out. The furniture was dragged out of place and upset, and rugs lay in crumpled heaps. In the midst of this terrible disarray two human beings con- fronted each other; one a wo- man, the other a mocking, jeer ing fiend whom the law called her husband. Her eyes had a strained, hunted look; her nerv- ous hands pressed hard on her feverish brow. She strove for speech, but it was denied her, while the man still laughed his cruel, triumphant laugh. At last, with a stifled groan, she fell swooning on the floor, PEDDLERS AND PEDALERS. First cyciist— Secon cyciist— tired, but we don't need arrest.” Orricer—"' Well, loicenses ; so Oi'm only doin’ me duty.” What do you mean by making this arrest?” es, that's the question, Our wheels may be “EV i'll tell yez, ‘Th’ lar ist’ arrist pedalers widout HOW IT WAS. Mr. Drinkum all's rights, m’ dear. Morrosh Decoration day ansh I was on the com- mittee to decorate town.” irrevocably disarranging her stiff shirt- front, She was a new woman, she had lost her collar-button, and she did not know how to swear. YLORENCH KR. PRATT, THE MAID’S INJUSTICE, H, LISTEN to my sorry plight And tell me if you think it's right. I'm thin and worn till I'ma sight, And all because a maiden slight Has stolen away by love's sweet might My heart from out my bosom quite. ‘Then heartless to that maid I sped, Cried, * To the altar pray be led !” ** By you?" the maiden sharply said. “No man without a heart I'll wed,” Ab, me! I would that I were dead, THE AUDIBLE DREAMER. ER hear of a case of telepathy?” “Yes. When I have nightmare my wife and children wake up.” THE WAR ANNALS OF THE FUTURE. “The Amazons were carrying all before them and victory seemed to be assured, when the enemy let loose a mouse.” comicbooks.com