Judge — February 8, 1896 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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DERMATOLOGICAL. Ritey—"' Whoy don't yez I'arn t' roide th’ boike, Casey?” Casky—"* Well, Roiley. if Oi hod yure face Oi wud, Ivery toime yez falls aff yure machine ut improves yure looks.” SLIVERS. BOB was crying as he held his right hand extended, the fingers outstretched. “ What is the trouble, my boy?" asked his father. +L hurted my hand,” said Bob, “a-stwokin’ th’ hair on our thellar-door th’ w'ong way.” THE GIRL WAS NOT FAR OFF. NOT long aga a city young man was showing his uncle from the rural districts the sights of the great town. They were riding together in a surface-car, and the conversation had commenced to drag. Presently, for want of something better to say, the young man remarked, “There goes a white horse. I wonder where the red-haired girl is. “What do you mean?” asked the uncle, who did not understand the allusion. “Have you never heard of the connection between white horses and red-haired women ?” asked the nephew in surprise. “No,” The young man began to tell of the proposition that when a : white horse appeared a girl with Titian locks was never very far away, and the uncle seemed deep- ly interested in the story, The young man had begun his narration before he noticed that a young lady with golden hair was sitting directly opposite to him, accompanied by an old gentleman, apparently her fa- ther. When he became aware of her live for. —— J er = AB , Lilia uae presence he tried to drop the subject, but his uncle insisted upon discussing it, much to the amusement of the other passengers and the embarrassment of the girl who had suddenly become so conspicuous through no fault of her own. When the uncle from the country had mastered the de- tails of the narrative he kept a sharp lookout at the win- dow for a horse of the proper color. At last he saw one and exclaimed. in tones loud enough to be heard all over the car, “There's a white horse! Now where is the red-haired girl?” The young man tried to turn the subject, but the uncle held on to it with grim tenac- ity, while all the passengers littered. “Where's the red-hair- ed girl?” demanded the man from the country. V rHNES * LQUORS DAMAGED DRY-GOODS. “ Right opposite us,” replied the young man in a whisper, hoping that this would end the matter, By this time the old gentleman in company with the young lady was wonder- ing what was so deeply interesting everybody in the car, and he asked, “Daughter, what is the matter?” “They are talking about the white horse and red-haired girl nonsense, papa.” * Hey?” The old gentleman was very deaf, and the girl's efforts to satisly his curiosity were painful to observe, He insisted upon probing the matter to the bottom, however, and after many efforts the young lady succeeded in making him understand that a white horse had been observed, and that the man on Mr, Mouse—"' You reject me, Miss Lily? Then there is nothing left to the other seat had been looking for the red-haired girl. “Well, did they find her?” asked the deaf old man, “Yes, papa.” * Where is she?” * Me,” replied the girl, blushing deeply. : “Hey?” ” Me, papa.” “You?” The situation was unendura- ble. The young lady signaled the conductor to stop, and.as the deaf old gentleman followed her out of the car he was heard expostulating that this was not where he wanted to get out. — witias nexny siviree, —TI'll commit suicide.” Vineet THE MOUSE’S ROMANCE, comichooks.com