Judge — February 6, 1897 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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AN EXPLANATORY LETTER. “Deer son—Yore letter receeved askin’ fer money ter buy a wheel, So's yew cud take a spin every day. Ez money iz skeerce mother sends yew her old one. * Frum yore father.” A TIMELY DE- PARTURE. +4 POOR Mrs. Seat- tles! Dead only three weeks and her husband has already another wile.” “Poor thing! How fortunate it was for her that she died before he married the second Wielge MY HUSBAND'S PIPE. WHEN lights are lit and evening bares jance, Arid day-time cares forgotten for the nonce, ‘My husband lights his pipe. No protest do 1 make of “curtains” rare, tobacco in the hai." My husbai Soul is ripe ‘And mellow as a pippin that has hung, Sun-bissed, where happy honey-bees have sung Whene’er he lights his pipe. With stippered feet and home-made dressing- wn He strides along ; ofttimes a smile, a frown, rerchanc ross his (ace. His thoughts on things of moment sometime He act je nothing says, but with his pipe a-burning. ‘Keeps up his measured pace ‘Through hall and dining-room and library And back again, where he can smile at me Whene’er he lights his pipe. Sometimes he whiffs and sings “* Lead, kindly ig Fine taste has he—he wants no ballads trite, No Bow'ry minstrelsy. '3 another verse, cents terse, “* That's pretty good for me."” And then mayhap he catches me smiling ‘Over that way he has of care beguiling Whene’er he lights his pipe. Sometimes he looks through half-closed lids atme Until Flay iy sewing down, while he Blows the blue smoke about, And on the arm of his great chair I sit And in his hand my own I gently knit, ‘And then old Time we flout ‘again in young love's paradise, At with joy, until he sudden cries, * By Jove! my pipe is out.” ‘Oh, happy meerschaum ! and oh, happy man! The soother and the soothed. “I envy you: For tho’ Iam that woman called the "new," ‘Yet naught in my horizon do I scan ‘That promises the comfort and the cheer Such as Ae finds when twilight settles drear ‘And husband lights bis pipe. SARAN 8. PRATT. time.” 1, Weary WaccLes—" Dat dude looks so happy ‘snoozin’ dere— IN BOHEMIA. “Ts she married 2” ** No; her husband ’s an artist.” THE RULING PASSION, *sMY DEAR, I see M that there are a great many bargains in politics, Don’t you think "— “ST think, my dar- ling, that when: two- dollar votes begin to sell at one-ninety-eight you can begin to talk about female suf- frage.” 8. Weary WaccLes—‘'I hain't a doubt dat he'll chuck away his trousers too, but I can't risk follerin’ him inter dat place.” comichooks.com