Judge — February 15, 1896 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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A VALENTINE. I KNEW, when some dewy morning. Was strewing its rosy spray, You would furl your sail to the passing gale And drift forever away. T thought of that chill December, I thought of that sunless June, But so far they seemed that I never dreamed It could come to my life so soon. I knew that a love was fleeting That burned with the fervid flow Or the sunset’s after-glow. But | only thought of its glory. Like the warmth of a torrid noon, ‘That they must fade so soon? T knew in some distant gloaming I knew I should hear a discord, ‘And the fragment of a tune, ‘And it all has come so soon. And now your sails are drifting O'er the blue horizon’s line, And do you forget one sweet regret, My dear old valentine, as yet unable to decide as to which is the SHE WAS INTERESTED. E WAS showing his country cousin the sights in the harbor. “That big ship,” said he. “is a man-of-war, and the little vessel “Then that dear little one is a tug-of-war,” replied she cheerfully ~ T've read of them.” A TIMELY SUGGESTION. oe said Mr. Jimpkins from behind his paper, that things is gettin’ to look pretty warlike around the edges The papers is full of it.” “ Deary me!" exclaimed Mrs. J ; “it would be a blessin’ if somehow a balm-shell could be exploded in the midst of it.” Of an August sun with the summer done, Who thinks, in the hours of the summer flowers, T should stand in the shade alone ; I should see the light in the fold of night, And my heart would cry for its own, And my heart would sing like a wounded thing, For the day you were near me anchored, For the glow of the glamorous moon? Ab, when you know that I loved you so How could you go so soon? Ao still sey ont anitise, PLAYING A LAST TRUMP. ut into life's golden west ; 5 si ory eee yeni Mi arma you spam aad fon'ds col ta der HOCREEI (Sadly behind, conctusively)— Obf dese dree palls don'd gif me a den-shtrike I'l kervit To the heart that loves you best. on een ne) You are out in the glow of the sunset, RESURRECTION. Whee T need pon te bos eral Fou'ee ER life had been a warfare against dust. She was a devoted wife, a careful and loving Out of my life so Soon? site PLAYTIR SEADURY. mother; but her greatest pains had been spent in her effort to keep the abode of her loved UNDER CONSIDERATION. ‘ Mary. Mary, quite contrary,” Mrs. New ywep—" Before we were married you said that my slightest wish should be your law.” Where’ do your valentines grow ? Mr. NewLywep—" Exactly, my love ; but you have so many vigorous and well-developed wishes that 1am In broken-heart shells and in wedding-bells, ones unblemished by a speck of dust. But dust she was, and to dust she at length returned, wearily and without protest, as one knowing the strength of her enemy and the hopelessness of resistance. As her spirit rose from its ashes she softly exclaimed, “What a blessing to think that in this realm of the infinite there is no vulgar matter to degenerate into dust!" She was wafted on wings of splendor to her seat near the throne. but before availing herself of the offered repose she paused and hesitated; then, glancing about her with a perplexed and absent- minded air, she hastily drew forward her pinion and flicked away an atom of dust from her chair. AN AMERICAN SAHARA, Teacher —" Name a place where wa- ter never falls.’ Tommy Swift (who has traveled) — “Fountain square, in Cincinnati.” test.” And sweethearts all in a row. AN ANTIPODEAN ILLUSION. NEAR-SIGHTED AUSTRALIAN—" Here's luck. Hanged Sorel “5 if L ever saw such a bold kangaroo. (Bang /) —— Well, I'll be blowed !