Judge — June 19, 1897 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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420 EXTRACT FROM A LETTER OF A CHINESE DIPLOMAT. IND oh, my most potent chief, your most humble and unworthy imitator was conducted last night, by one of our inhabitants of this great and mighty city, to a social function of a most peculiar nature. “It was storming furiously, and for this strange reason your servant was informed that the attend- ance would be good. “On arriving at the palatial residence which was our destination we found the rooms thronged with cripples of both sexes, and in varying stages of re- pair. Almost all had contusions on the face. Some were on crutches, some limped, several had arms in slings, and all had stamped on their physiognomies that peculiar drawn look which our familiarity with the torture system tells us is associated with physical suffering. “Ah! ah! was my mental soliloquy, ‘our host is evidently a philanthropist and has invited the patients of some hospital to attend in body!" but of course I’ gave no outward sign of surprise. “Soon I realized my error, for the company arranged itself into groups of twos and threes and began most earnest and excited conversations, gesticulating and producing little portions of machinery from their pockets, which they seemed to be using in illustration, “ Reading-matter was also brought out and handed from one to the other, and one man kept taking from his mouth various tiny screws which he displayed in the palm of his hand. HEROISM. Ietsit_RescueR—"* Hurry, mon ! get in th’ boat an’ lave th’ cabin g CotoreD FLoop victit ‘sert dem dat ah lubs bes’ in deir houah ob trubble.”” Trisit Resc Chim out, an’ Oi'll save yez all Cotoren FLoop victim —" Kain’t do hit, sah, de boat, eben ef ah could git ‘em dar.” No, sah; ah stays raight heah. Ah ain’ gwine ter R (thinking the twhole family is inside)—"* Thin hurry an’ git Dem fowls wouldn't stay in Siage OBITUARY NOTICE, Obed Pealeaf gave quite a ‘‘blow-out” in his room at the Windorf last evening! (Bunkville papers please cupy.) “ At about ten o'clock the storm ceased, and one of the guests standing at the window announced that the moon was out (so Wun More trans- lated for me), and almost immediately the guests with one accord began limping hurriedly away. “ Supper had not yet been served. “So hasty was the exodus that in an incredibly short space of time ‘Wun More and myself were the only visitors left. « Expecting to see an American exhibition of hara-kari on the part of our host, I was overjoyed when he came up to us and explained to Wun SS temptation to take advantage of the change of weather for an hour or so run before midnight; and that he might Teasonably expect a portion of them to return for supper at about one. “He invited us most cordially to remain; but Wun More made our ex- cuses, whereupon our host said he ‘guessed he would take a little spin himself, then,’ and we left him prepar- ing to do so,” MADELINE ORVIS. SPRING DUST. Very much in evidence—Freckles. Favorite high roller—A full moon. Hardy annuals—Spring poets. Nature's knife has many grass blades. Rosy spring bloomers— Pimples. Ubiquitous gamesters—House-hunters. AMT « A CONTINUED STORY. AN IDEAL MOUNTAIN RESORT FOR BICYCLISTS, A SUDDEN SHOWER. FIRST a haze across the morning And a cloud upon the sky, And a wind that sent the blossoms From the gardens scudding by. Then a drop, a warning patter, And a shadow like a pall, As the day was swiftly darkened, And the rain began to fall. Far away beyond the meadow Came a gleam of yellow sun, And a rainbow o'er the steeple, And the sudden shower wasdone. Drenched and dead a tender nestling Lay upon the weedy walk, And a lily torn to tatters Dangled on a broken stalk. But within the narrow limits Of an ivied portico Was a sound of happy laughter And of voices soft and low. For a pair of parted lovers, Seeking shelter from the rain, Had forgotten all their quarrels And were reconciled again MOMMA taviNG. comicbooks.com