Judge — December 25, 1897 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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ACTRESS AND WOMAN. —An apartment on the seventh floor of a Bread Hour, eleven a.m. Leila Montrose, of comic. opera celebrity, looks in for a friendly call upon Aline Ingoldsby, the favorite soubrette, COME in, Leila dear! You're early. Tam lary—don't mind me. ‘Take a seat on that big trunk and I will make a cup of tea. What's the weather, outside? Rainy? Then we'll have ‘our comfort here. You were out again last night, late? So was I. My head is queer. Oh, but what a love that dress is! let me see it in the light. Fred Delancey? You detest him, he adores you. Well, you're right, Only keep him ata distance, and— A letter? Let me see? Ab, from ‘Frisco? from Frank Moreland—from your hus- band.—How’s the tea? From your husband—from Frank Moreland. So, he's writ ten you, at last? What has he the heart to say, then? Begs you to forget the past? To forgive him? That's colossal!— There, now, don’t cry, that's a dear. He's like—well, like all the rest, unworthy of a’ woman's tear, You forget the past, as he does? But you cannot, nor could 1. He forgot his poor old mother, leaving her with you to die. How she leaned upon you, Leila! I can see her sad eyes yet. You were more than daughter to her—you have nothing to regret. Ah, that wild night she lay dying, yet clung wistfully to life, Calling vainly for her son—to you, his long-neglected wife! Did she know your heart was breaking? that you envied her at rest? Never mind! you did your duty, though it cost— But God knows best. But Frank says no letter reached hin? He as far away, that’s true. His remorse may well be bitter. Says he never loved but you? Then he’s fooled a lot of others, Maybe they deserved it. Still, One thing 's certain: you, he married—you're his wife, for good or ill. And you loved him, then? God help us! once, with us, means once for all. When a woman’s heart is given, it is given beyond recall. I suppose you must forgive him. Never mind what others do. We must judge, not as the world does—for the world condemns us, too. You are wretched now, without him ; so is he, no doubt, for you, fore ve ila, if th 7 7 Better take the chance together, than to make your sorrows two. Se ee eae ciife le atars Oat ad cenit Let's sappose you've patched it up.eh? Second honeymoon begun ! ‘They have ties of home to bind them, and their lives are good as gay; Think how jealous you can make him! You were never quite a nun. We have only our affections, which s0 often go astray. ? Why such seriousness, you ask me? Something 's happened? You are right. T had broken off with Albert, but we made it up last night. Yes, it’s something to be happy, and to feel we're women yet, Though you star in comic opera, and I'm playing first soubrette, IT WAS. SOYVHAT'S afoot to-day?” Ww asked Trivvet as he met Dicer on the street on Christmas morning. “The Christmas stocking,” replied Dicer. A DISAPPOINTMENT. I HUNG a spray of mistletoe Above a gas-jet in the hall, That those who passed might never know The saucy thing was there at all; And then I waited, out of breath, To see if Maud would pause be- neath, Sweet Maud came slipping through the hall. ‘The silken swishing of her skirt Made me crouch closer to the wall ‘The while, with gleeful hope, alert I ready stood, to pounce—what's this? Jack swooped ahead and got the kiss. as petDaRs. HIGHLY INFORMED. WIFELY NEGLECT. AUNT (to little nephew from Boston)—"* Now that you are thet to spend Christmas with us, Browning, I want you to hang up Mrs. Gadd-—" Why is it your stocking for Santa Claus, like your cousins.” married men don’t hang up their Brownino (with dignity)—"*Pardon me, aunt; but I HARD TO PLEASE. stockings?” have for some years been aware of the non-existence of the What was all that noise to-day, Adam f° ee Me. Gadd tyy—"On mythical personage called Santa Claus. At the same time, M—"'Oh, I had a little trouble with the ani- Mfr, Gadd (bitterly)—" On however, it will give me great pleasure to assist you in keep- mals. Some of them didn't like their names. account of the holes.” ing up the delusion among the other children.” comicbooks.com