Judge — January 22, 1898 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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THE 60 Suage Any lins a | MR. MCGARVEY FINDS A HEROINE. about { V ALL th’ Vings Oi disloike mosht cross-oyes do be th’ | ches } worsht, an’ thot's shtraight. presi | Th’ oyes av Illen Malloy wor thot cross thot whin she model wipt, shure, yez couldn't till if she wor wapin’ or winkin ? | the di But Oi m afther loikin’ cross-oyes bitter ‘n Oi did, an’ gethe OV'll be tillin® yez th’ rayson. ear | Nien come ¢' th’ front door one day whin me woife | Lyon wor recoverin’ so shlow from givin’ birth ¢' little Pat thot we wor tinkin’ ivery hour thot th’ nixt minute would be De her lasht, an’ says she, "Oi heard yez wanted a girl.” Peon We didn’ we wanted a b'y, an’ we've got him. It “Oi mane t’ hilp yez,” says she, castin’ her gaze up then an‘ down th’ shtrate as she looked me shquarely in th’ oye. emin Oi hoired her, oyes an’ ali—for Oi knew she'd hove no 2 fellies follyin’ her—an’ she moved in t' once. shlapin’ in th” ay little room over th’ cillar wid th’ outsoide door. Jere Oi wor hilpin’ th’ boss pay off, thim toimes, an’ one = noight whin Oi'd near t‘irty dollars in th’ house a burglar felly broke in an’ shtood me up in a corner wid a gun in ae : me face thot hod a mouth in it loike th’ ind av a water- aw PHYSICALLY EXEMPT, is | shtll for fear Oi'd sheare me woife—all but me knays, thot ay. AP Nroutd care eh Cite henthe seat ef ober Daee nine ood book ar id cold, though ‘twor a hot noight in July. “ Keccar— “* 1 know, lady ; but, yer see, I hain’t got no brow, to speak P arms inshtead av me ligs, bein’ wake-chisted. * How ?* says Oi. Pm “In th’ rain-barrel,” says ing she. "Oi saw him go in an’ Oi erti fixed th’ barrel an’ he wint inty hig it whin he come out an’ dropped ang his pistol, which Oi took an’ hild pre his hid, an’ thin—an’ thin—Oi ! tre lit bim go.” = “Whoy, ob, whoy,” says z Oi, * did ye do thot ?” | “ Because,” says she, her voice gittin’ cross-oyed too— L * because he wor moy father.” Now, what do yez think av thot? DAVID M. TALMADGE. CAN'T HELP IT. Titoucu time leaves traces on se her face Z Z, —_—— bat ‘The dear girl can defy it. AN OBSERVATION-CAR FOR LIVE-STOCK. No matter what her age may be | Probably the next improvement in railway transportation, since the advent of palace-cars for race-horses has become the fad. Her lips will still belie it, | He gathered up th’ shtuff an’ thin jumped from | th’ windy where he got in, an’ Oi jumped for me = * q z pants an’ thin for th’ door whin Oi'd got inty ‘em, an’ run wid a ump inty Illen. She had th’ little tin box wid th’ money in it in her hand. | Oi caught him,” says she, lookin’ me in th’ face, by which token Oi knew she wor lookin’ modestly at th’ ground, for Oi'd me pants on me | | | | | Gumaer—"T thought T had lost my | false teeth to-day and was momentarily fear- - us a | fal, bot I soon afterward found them in an Six, Ten. Sixteen. “Twenty. | CopMan —"* Sort of false alarm, wasn't THE GROWTH OF A GIRL AND A SKIRT. | it?" ‘The practicability of the present fashion. 7 comicbooks.com