Judge — March 14, 1896 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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176 uage Ve WAS NOT LOST. Mus, Vansock (indignanth)—'* Mrs. O'Lone, the color all came out of my new table-cover on account of the horrible washing. fluid you use." Mrs. O'LoNe (paci/yingly)—" Niver moind, mum, Shure it all wint into the other clothes, mum.” WHEN BABY SLEEPS. B*ty sleeps. Beautiful thought. Yet there is but little of the hope that springs eternal in the human breast in the heart of the faithful father, who with delirious caution sneaks softly to bed and awaits the babe's awakening. As he lets fall his head upon the pillow he has a painful pre- monition, as usual, that baby will, as usual, awake the sleeping household to listen to declamatory shrieks against the extreme impropriety of quiet and repose during the magic hours from twelve to two. ‘The father’s agony has begun. He thinks, “1 wonder if the little chap won't sleep to-night; he ought to.” * By George! 1 wish he'd really sleep on like this. I might doze off myself if I thou “S'pose the little fellow shouldn't wake up again till"—(as the baby — bor S$ FoR SALE turns and gives a spasmodic snort)—" Great Scott! I hope he doesn’t wake—that was a close shave.” And the sire of the sleeper presses down upon his startled, jumping heart. “1 guess he'll sleep after all; his breathing is pretty regular.” * Oh, hum, I'm tired. ‘That child ought to sleep all night soon ; he's getting older. . . He's all right; I wish I was asleep myself.” Hum, hum, yaw "—(as baby raps his fist against the side of the crib)—* Good heavens! that'll wake him sure.” A long and joyous period of suspense now follows. At length the father dares think again. “Well, 1 ll try, and perhaps I can get to sleep now.” “I'm really awful sleepy—ho-hum, hum. . . Confound it, why can’t Isleep!” (Turns nervously and with forgetful violence.) The baby—" Yah.” The baby’s mother—“'S-sh! you'll wake that child.” Several minutes drag slowly by and the miserable man, who now simply cannot go to sleep, lies in wakeful tremor. At last, though the waiting is long, baby yells; his voice suddenly fills a waiting void. And his introductory tones proclaim the vigor and unmistakable staying quali- ties of the music that has come to stay. “Thank be: the father resignedly. For it is a positive relief that the inevitable has occurred. nme ven!" says INDEMNIFIED. “Rastus Kercnum—"* Doan’ yo" say nuffin’ agin President Cleveland. He am a berry close fraind ob mine."" Jaws JACKSON, Jx.—"* Oof ! How dat?” Rastus Kerciivm — Wha, dar wuz six fat men down yar las’ week an’ dey shot six ob mah mudder's baist ducks, an’ come to find out dey said dey wuz President Cleveland an’ party, an’ ef we wouldn’ say nuffin’ ‘bout de ducks dey'd gib us a chance at de nex’ bond issue.” HOW THE RACE WAS WON. Toumy—" By gum! he’s goin’ ter beat us, Jimmy.” an _ Doe - \ AF Hart ten orders too. Hor Beac my succe: glossy Kr wrseiod camicbonks:chm ,