Judge — July 10, 1897 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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THE ROSES. SENT her a Maréchal Niel to wear— She who had held my heart in thrall— And it nestled into her gold-brown hair As we whirled away through the dancing-hall, T heard the song of love in my heart, And the song of the sea with its restless flow ; I missed her a while as they stood apart, ‘And she came back wearing a jacqueminot. REFRAIN, Oh, love by the summer sea ! You flutter and throb and reel With the waves as they ebb and flow. I sent her a Maréchal Niel, But she wore a jacqueminot. Last night she had sworn me under the stars ‘That her love would always be true to me, ‘As the waves came over the shingly bars, And she sighed and said, * How false is the sea! It is folding this shore in its arms so white, And to-morrow it kisses yon rocks below.” And my roses throbbed on her breast last night, ‘And to-night she is wearing his jacqueminot. REFRAIN, Oh, love by the summer sea ! ‘You flutter and throb and reel With the waves as they ebb and flow. I sent her a Maréchal Niel, But she wore a jacqueminot RhoA PLAYTEN SEABURY, HER FIRST ORDER. SHE was a sweet little thing from the country, with the pinkest of cheeks, the dearest of dimples, and the bluest of eyes. To see her was to love her, this dear, charming little eighteen-year-old lass from the country. The wide, child-like eyes roved about the unaccustomed grandeur of one of the nice restau- rants up town, and one could see at a glance that dining in such a place was to her a most unusual proceeding. Her tall, self - possessed city cousin in her trim tailor-made gown sat beside her, studying alternately her bill-of-fare and glancing at the evening paper. The country cousin in her beribboned “best dress” looked timidly into her face and about the busy room, wondering how Fannie could take all this so coolly. Why, it was so different from eating at-home! But so nice THE wy dont yer go an’ make some 7" pass it, yer chump.” MAY <A \\ AW ) x Aue A PUZZLING PROBLEM. Farmer Havntc y, ma?” Mas. Hayeick—" What is it, pa?” Faxaex Haveick— Dern ef my mem'ry t gittin’ dretful.” —only she wished she didn’t feel just a little bit bashful and afraid, The white-aproned, soft-stepping waiter came obsequiously to their table and bowed his head attentively in the city girl’s direction, just enough words, and the waiter inclined his head respectfully toward the a MAIN DIFFICULTY, Winter FLAnnets—"* Well, if yer t'ink it's so dead easy ter make money What dav o” th’ month does th’ fourth o” July come on ? A TOUCHING POEM FOR THE OCCASION. A little bag —A little harm- of powder— less toy— Buck WiaTcakes—" ‘Cause I'm erfraid uv gittin’ caught w'en I try ter Mrs. Bentiam—** We must have a doctor for mother.” Benast— she still lives.” Ze —A little mound seGnenee —Our little angel boy. She gave her order in pink-cheeked country cousin, She realized what it meant, and her poor little unsophisticated heart began to flutter, Dear, dear! what should she do? She couldn't think of a thing she had ever eaten in her life, and the thump, thump of her heart sent rosy flushes to her cheeks. Then a happy thought struck her, She smiled sweetly up into the waiter’s face, while a dancing light came into the blue eyes and all the dimples did their pretty duty. “Til take just what Fannie did, if you please,” she said sweetly and with a litle air of dignity all her own, Then she settled back in her tall chair exactly as the city cousin had done and looked coolly around the room, with a soft, white chin held a trifle high, But she did not see the broad smile on the waiter’s prosaic face as he shuffled kitchen- ward, or suspect that in his heart the poor fellow, still dazzled by that smile, was saying that if ever there was a peach in ¢is world it was that little girl from the country. And Cousin Fannie, tall and self - possessed, only smiled and looked lovingly at the little green- horn. MARKIET PRANCENE CROCKRE, Tt MOSHT tinder part av an Oirishman is his bist shuit av clothes. CASE. What's the use? We've had three doctors and comicbooks.com