Judge — July 25, 1896 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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<a J AT HOME. ‘OM sat in an easy-chair in an uneasy attitude, for he had experienced some reverses in business and was deep in the blues. Julia, his wife, near at hand, was exhausting all the affection of her nature on a diminutive pug. Tom, unable to find solace in his book, arose, and in the effort to place it upon the table knocked an album to the floor. “You forgot to knock the lamp off, dear,” said his spouse with a serene smile, “Oh, did 1? Perhaps I could remedy the omission if you wish it.” “Oh, indeed ?” “Yes, indeed! I think many wives would have better husbands if they could bring themselves to look upon them as equals rather than slaves.” “Ob, dear! Why don’t you write a book on domestic felicity?” “If I did I fear I should develop into a cynic. It seems to me that married life is not‘calculated to inoculate one with the virus of optimism.” : “Perhaps if husbands would cultivate a more intimate acquaintance with their wives, make them their confidantes to the extent of explaining the causes of their little vexations, and spare a while from outside affairs to be affectionate with their little house-birds, there would be a better understanding all around,” said Julia with a suggestion of faltering in her voice. This little philippic set Tom musing, and for some time he studied the intricacies of the carpet-pattern. If the truth were told, Tom had half deter- mined to be cruel, but a tear lingering in his wife’s pretty blue eye appealed to him with irresistible force, “Hilp! Hi-l--lp!" Konan—" Hould yure mouth shut till Oi foind a rope.” 27D / A NICTIM OF “REALISM” AT THE CONTINUOUS PERFORMANCE. & AWNER (during the drowning scene, ex- har's th'*¢hird time she’s gone daown withaout a hand riz t' save ‘er. Derned ef I don't try th' trick, tho! [ Aain'¢ swum a stroke in forty year.” ‘No; he is too much of a silverite for that.” orra th’ day thot Oi laves a Choinaman save me loife, Let me sink, Konan, * Julia, I've been rude.” And how quickly the storm was transformed into sunshine! Instead of moping about his accus- tomed resort Tom spent an enjoyable evening with his wife, who had suddenly become an angel of sweetness and co iliation, Next morning Tom, returning to his business with a brave heart, thought how many little opportunities of solid happiness are neutralized by the blindness and arrogance of the human heart. ac 6 BOTH IN SYMPATHY. GME always shrank from bathing Within the ocean blue, For every time she did so Her bathing-suit would too. WILES OF THE UNSOPHISTICATED. ++ LLEN,” said old Borderkeep, “here comes them York folks. Give the children a little more snuff an’ get ‘em ter sneezin’. We've got ter make ‘em think it's cool here somehow.” IN COLORADO, “So Mr. Miningshares wouldn't celebrate his golden wedding, comicbooks.com