Judge — April 2, 1898 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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220 A WANTON WASTE OF SENTIMENT. “ <a |LITHELY they entered the car at Dog corners and established themselves in the seat in front of me. Instinctively I ceased nod- ding to speculate upon the pair, for they seemed very happy, he mak- ing a great show of concern for her comfort and she rewarding his efforts with glances a-plenty, soft and tender, and crowded with ad- miration. “In love!” thought I, and sighed sympathetically. His arm extended cozily along the top of the seat, the golden tresses of his companion just kissing the coat-sleeve as she lay back bewitchingly at ease against the soft cushion. It is a dreadfully pokey ride to Kommuterville on the seven- thirty local, and I really envied the fellow as the two chattered along merrily, she breaking in now and Mrs. NewLywep JouNnson —"'1's tired ob takin’ in washin’ to support yo’, niggah.” then upon his talk with such a ir. Nev : Wa-al, I's'pose it does git kind ob monotonous. ‘To-morrow I'll delightfully catching laugh try an’ git yo" a job in a rag-factory foh a change. that I several ~ AN INDULGENT HUSBAND. evenly clipped rows of boxwood to times found it difficult to keep from chuckling audibly in sympathy. At length these little bursts of merriment ceased and conversation the porch. Oh, the happiness of it all! I stir as the logical happy end- ing of the comedy flashes through my brain, and open my eyes to find we are just pulling into Kommuter- yille. : * **Punchertoo,” said I to the conductor, “who were the couple that left us at Dopetown ?” Wrinkling his brow in thought an instant, the man in blue and brass replied, “Thet wus Crawfish — Jim Crawfish ; he’s a corker, I tell yer! Been to town fer a maid fer Mrs. Crawfish, ‘n brought her out with him. Quite a pert piece, weren't she ?—A-I-I a-b-o-a-r-d !" “Ab,” mused I, stepping out into the gloom, “what a wanton waste of sentiment!” began to drag lamely. “ Heigh-ho!* mused 1; “ mis- chief is brewing.” And so it was, evidently, for his arm drew back from its resting-place, while she, pulling herself together ina manner there was no mistaking, moved along to the extreme end of the seat. Thus they remained until the brakeman announced their station, when, gathering up her belongings in an independent way, she passed majestically from the car, he follow- ing awkwardly at her heels, stroking his beard reflectively. My fellow-passengers probably dismissed the twain from their thoughts instanter, To me, how- ACCOUNTED ¥OR : ret the comedy was but half play- = Burresxp, Buoopcoop —" It says here, ‘Folks wot gits s bit by dogs gits — - drophobia a o * Now I've bin bi but to close my eyes to see in fancy, Patcuen Perers— “* Dat's easily accounted fer — you never git within F THE forty days of Lent ight uv water, you know. Were for sorry fasting sent, Isn't that good proof that Easter Should be given to the feaster? the walk homeward, he and she stepping out with unusual haste and in silence, each longing to say so much, but equally de- termined to say nothing at all. Dreamily I follow them in the short cut across the fields _ toward the low-lying farmé house of many gables in the _ distance. Ttis not the usual way, and as they grow nearer to the half- open gate their steps slacken involuntarily. ‘A moment longer of rebel- lion and he has surrendered un- conditionally. What is said now really means very little, though it sounds like a great deal, but after a while come mutual re- I. A NEW WAY, Mr. Huppy—" My dear, the baby kept me awake so much last night that L've bought something that T think ‘factions, and his arm steals ; will keep him quiet in the future, and I'll put it into practice easily enough about her waist Il, A NEW WAY, to-night.” as they pass down between the He puts it into practice with decided success. comicbooks.com