Judge — August 8, 1896 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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865 “In respect to what?” “To several things, Do you know "—and the freckle grew confidential— that I believe he is a married man?” “Good gracious! I hope not,” exclaimed the horrified bru- nette. “ Well, I'm beginning to think he is.” “Why?” “ From the way he acts.” “ What does he do?” “ Nothing. ‘The answer was so snappy that it startled the brunette. “Nothing?” she said questioningly. “ Why, he walks with you, and rides and drives'and dances and dines and spoons, and is in evidence at your side almost constantly.” “That's nothing,” replied the freckle with a toss of her head. “ He has been here a whole week now and hasn't proposed once.” “Oh!” gasped the brunette; and at that moment the mys- terious Mr. G. appeared and interrupted further talk on the sub- ject of himself. W. Je LAMPTON, THE MOOLEY. . OT AM not afraid of that cow, mamma, because she has lost AGAIN THE YOUNGER BROTHER. her hooks.’ *Rastus HaMiLtox—" Whar's yo'r di'mond stud, Mistah Jackson?" Mk. JACKsON—"'I put it in soak, ef yo’ knows whad dat means.” ‘Rastus HAMILToN—" Oh, yes, Sis does de same fing wif her teef nights evab since de muel kicked her in de face. A SUMMER-GIRL CONCLUSION. HE girl with a freckle on her nose and the staid brunette were standing on the hotel piazza, evidently waiting for somebody or something, as it was after ten a.m., and the time for action, for that day at least, was at hand. “Twonder why he doesn’t come?” said the freckle in a half- petulant tone. “ Who?" inquired the brunette. “Mr. Gordon, of course. You don’t suppose I'd be waiting here for any one else, do you?” “ And why Mr. Gordon, pray? and the brunette lent a dignified air to herself for the occasion. “ Because he is comparatively new and is likely to fall into the clutches of some of my hated rivals,” laughed the freckle. “Do you admire him so much as that?” “It isn’t admiration so much as it is the study I'm making of { him.” hedged the freckle. MORE THAN ONE WAY TO GET THERE. “You don’t have to make a study of a summer man, I hope,” CLerk—"'I'd like to go away to-day'at one o'clock, sir, if you can spare me.” scoffed the brunette. “They are so easy I thought they could be EmpLover—"Alll sick at home? Grandmother dead?’ House burning down, or learned without study.” i “ Mr. Gordon is different.” 1 CLeRK—"* Well, to tell the truth, I want to go tothe ball-ground, and "— EmrLover—"'T'll go with you. "I want to see if yon are telling the truth.” BUT YOU CAN'T. Jinks—"“Ah! riding beneath the deep shadows of the trees by the light of —if you can always tell a ditch from a shadow—it is." the moon is great—— comicbooks.com