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

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150 getting drunk. but intellectually. and that he had promised to go. slip out quietly and go home. He remembered greeting several people and that no one seemed to notice. great dignity, he recollected, and said very little, ‘Then he remembered standing with her in the little palm-room. He could not even think of the gown she wore, but he remembered the great diamond star she wore in her hair. What had he said? Of course he had made love to her. He al- ways did make love to a pretty wo- man, but just what he had said— that was the question. It might all have been a dream were it not that he had in his pocket a long pink glove of hers. He meant to ask her if he might keep it At first he had thought of send- ing her an apology with his roses instead of calling. Not that there was anything which he ought to apologize for, but girls liked that sort of thing, and it would give him time. Then he decided that that would be cowardly, so he called with the foxy determination to lead the conversation so that she would have to give him an idea as to what he had said. miles apart from her. wondered if she had noticed. The fact was, he had rushed home from the club and dressed for the dance after an afternoon which need not be recorded here. stopped to dine, and going up town in the cab he became conscious that he was That was the disgraceful truth—not drunk as to legs or to voice, His mind was not clear; but he knew that she was to be there He resolved to pull himself together and, after seeing his hostess, to A MORNING CALL, into the little drawing-room to wait for her. few moments, and he tried to think of what he said the night before. bered having asked her if he might drop in about this time, but everything else seemed blurred in his memory. ‘The daisies nodded to him from the window, and her banjo lay across the cush- joned couch with a sheet of music beside it. fragrance and made him think of her. He felt as men sometimes do—unworthy and Never again would he take Scotch whisky and soda. SPANISH GENERAL (to staff press-agent)— last battle was a corker fully myself. age The man said she would be down in a He remem- A bow! of violets filled the air with He The trouble was that he had not He bore himself with WELL TRAINED. ly boy. your account of that T couldn't have magnified our victory more success- Where did you gain your wonderful proticiency with figures?" STAFE PReSS-AGHNT (modestly)—" At one time I prepared the circulation statements of the A TECHNICAL MISINTERPRE TATION. Mas, PoKeRTON (in alarm) This continu. ous work at the office late of nights, to make ends meet, is beginning to tell on John. Ther ain — worrying about his * stack of blues." goes w York Daily Bladder.” gingerly; then she sniffed at it and let it drop suddenly. “Oh, L understand,” she said SOCIETY NOVELS, Miss T, became so angry that she stamped her two little feet. She came at last, with a swish of silk in the hall and a hand out- stretched in the same cordial greet- ing he remembered, just as though nothing had happened. He looked at her closely, but she did not even blush, She smiled a little, as though she had not really expected him. He looked fixedly at her. Then she laughed. He was astonished at her clev- erness in laughing the matter off in that way, but he felt somewhat piqued at her light way of treating it. She evaded all his questions in this way, and when he tried to ap- pear hurt and injured she laughed all the more. He resolved on a dignified re- treat, Then he remembered the glove. “At least you will let-—me— keep—this?” he said; and he un- rolled its pink and perfumed length before her. She took up the other end of it Then she looked him coldly in the eyes. “This is Mrs. Dashington's glove, She probably lost it in the conservatory last night during the hour and a half you spent there.” ‘Then he knew what had happened. He had called on the wrong girl! KATE MASTERSON. OUT OF THE ORDINARY. THE maid of the princess de Chimay looked sympathetic as she prepared her mistress's coiffure. “ Mais, madame, elle appear si fatiguée thees eveneeng,” she said. The princess sighed. she murmured. “Tam tired,” “Tn the last fifteen min- utes I have almost made up my mind not to elope with any one to-day.” AN AMBIGUOUS COM- PLIMENT. WHEN we'd have woman know How we reckon her worth, We frequently call her The salt of the earth ; And there's reason for this : Search the great book of life, You will find it is written, ** Remember Lot's wife.” UNPARDONABLE. Marjorie —" She threatens to sue that paper for publishing the details of her divorce-suit.” Madge—" What part does she take exception to?” Marjori “As soon as she knew they were going to print the story she sent them her photograph, and they left it out.” A POSSIBILITY, We will not be surprise, on one of these busy days at the ** Weinerstein” club, to find our favorite waiter uulizng that fierce mustache of his. comicbooks. 4 m