Judge — October 3, 1896 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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is WHY THE MATCH FELL THROUGH. Mx. Gorroxs—"* You say your debts amount to only fifty thousand pounds. That isn’t very much.” Counr Norasent (Aope/ully)—"* No, indeed, Mr. Gotroks. As you say, it is not very much.” Mr. GotRoKs—"No, indeed. Why, I owe more than that myself.” with him and apparently liked his company, and certainly approved of his sentiments. But imme- diately afterward, when God came into the garden where they dwelt, they were terrified and ran away, hiding themselves in the heart of the woods, That is the sort of material of which the human race is composed. When the old man was able to speak, the angel asked him the cause of his unhappiness. “Oh,” the old man said, “I have lived too long. I have lost my cunning to work in what I once excelled. I have outlived my usefulness. My youth, my buoyant, ambitious youth, is gone. My manhood is passed away as a tale that is told. Younger men have taken my place in the world. Older jests than I dare tell leap out of the buried past in new raiment and proclaim them- selves ‘revelations.’ The tales of my childhood reappear as ‘ psychological studies.’ I am pushed into a corner by new forces. There is left me no place, not even to sit and see the procession go by, for the new generation stands in my way. Iam not wanted anywhere. There is no work in this rushing, hurrying, eager, restless world for an old man.” But the an- gel spoke to him with gentle en- couragement as he rested his hand softly upon the snowy head, bowed with a sorrcwful sense of living use- lessness. “Oh, yes,” he said, “there | is yet a bright and useful— even a popular —career before you, if you will but enter upon ian —) eth o $5 ibe “What can Ido?" asked the patriarch, hope kindling in the dimmed eyes and ringing in the tremulous voice, The angel laughed softly. “You can go out and be a boy- preacher,” he said. wa ee Sa HE WAS IN DEMAND. Sue (tremulously)—" J-jack !" 1z—"* Well, dear?” Y-you drive beautifully with one hand.” 213 The old man sprang to his feet with new- born, joyous energy, and clapped his hands with delight. And the next week a new boy-preacher thrilled the wondering multitudes in the great tent-meeting at Oshbury Grove-by-the-Sea, and never dropped his teeth but once, and then he shoved them back before anybody noticed it. ROBERT J. BUXDETTE, REUNITED. T WAS at the busiest time of the day that the lightly-clad figure of a woman was seen hur- rying along the street. Her morning-gown trailed in the dust, her uncovered hair had fallen in a coil to her waist, and her face wore an expres- sion of terrified anxiety. It was evident to all who saw her that a mother had lost her child. Many were the sympathetic glances that fol- lowed her, and a few with intrusive helpfulness ventured to join her in her search. “ He has the loveliest large brown eyes,” the woman explained, “ and his hair is a tangle of curls all over his little head. He isn’t used to the streets, and "—— Suddenly her voice failed her. Breaking away from the hands that would have held her, she sprang into the street and threw herself before « passing electric car. Then rising with a strange, disheveled figure clasped in her arms, she, womanlike, began raining kisses upon it and reproaching it in the same breath: Fido, you naughty, naughty, naughty little dog! How could you "— : But her sympathizers had fled and the glances that reached her were cold and critical. A BIG DIFFERENCE. Is Whiskeree a statesman?” No; he’s a senator.” Cappy—“All right, sir. Here, sir?* comicbooks.com