Judge — April 2, 1898 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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usual blithe, debonair demeanor when handling the dainty stuff. Now old Flint, the head of the great firm, as he walked through the store seeing after the comfort of his vast army of employés, nodding urbanely to one and all, noticed Percy's His great heart languid air. was on fire with pity and compassion in a minute. “ You are not looking at all well, Mr. Clark,” he said. * You had better go home to bed.” “Oh, I can hold murmured g on,” Percy. “But l won't allow it,” rejoined old pft™ Yi by 4 tf Flint. “itt ff) were ill would- n't I stay at home? And am I more a man than you just because fortune has more richly endowed me? Now go home, and if you are not feeling well to-morrow morning do not come down.” : In a daze Percy Clar walked from the store. Thoughts of the long car- ride home, however, marred his joy, for he knew too well that strap, not seat, awaited him, as this is an age of chiv- alry, when husky, well-built womanhood waxes stronger and stronger at the expense of adeclining manhood. De- spondently boarding the trol- ley, he even found difficulty in clutching a strap, but final- ly succeeded. Just as he was giving it a grapevine twist he wuage A BLISSFUL WHISPER. YNTHY 's darnin’ stockin’s In her arm-chair, while I sit By th’ fireplace softly rockin’ An’ contented, strokin’ kit. Ya-as, Cynthy ’s darnin’ stockin’s ‘An’ th’ cat is on th’ parr, An’, peacefully s-rockio’, I smooth down th’ creatur’s fur. Softly smokin’, strokin’, rockin’, Holy calm pervadeth me; Fer when Cynthy ‘s darnin’ stockin’s Cynthy isn't darnin’ me. A LOTUS-LEAF. O INEXPRESSIBLY hot was the day that members of the society for the prevention of vice were heard to declare their belief that Bacchante’s costume was, after all, not so worse. Young Percy Clark was tired, very tired, and measured ribbons in a half- hearted sort of way totally unlike his’ HOW IT FELT. Pere Persimaons—** So yo" asked ole man Jackson fo’ his daughtab’s hand las’ night? Did he stamp youah proposal wif his approbashun 7° Abe AkMYMULE—‘* Wa-al, I wuz kind ob upsot at de time an’ couldn’ say fo’ sartin; but it felt toe me mo’ like rubbah boots.” felt a gentle touch on his arm and the sweetest voice whisper in his ear," Won't you please take my seat? You look so tired.” Thanking the beautiful young creature, Percy sank down with a sigh of exquisite relief. When his street. was reached the car stopped directly at the cross- ing, letting him gain the side- walk dryshod. Wonders were piling on wonders! He came to his board- ing-house, and low sank his heart when he saw his landlady sitting on the steps, but rose again when she “Don't worry about your bill, Mr. Clark, but just let it run along until you get good and ready to pay it. By the way, here is a note for you." Percy took the pink, perfumed missive, tore it open, and read : “ Dear Percy—I shall be more than-pleased to accept your kind invitation to the ball Wednesday evening. Do not, however, send me any flowers, or come for me in a carriage. I think it very wrong to exact expensive at- tentions from young men just starting out in life. Sincere- ly, Jane SMITH.” “Wake up!" roared the floor-walker, giving Percy a kick on the shins. “D'ye think old Flint pays you a salary to do the sleeping- beauty act?” And the dreamer woke, and tears were in his eyes when he thought of the vision he had had. oS! Wa Uh | wt y Ni A PERTINENT INQUIRY. ALoy (fervently)—" L love her, Clarence, although I am well aware that she has got a past.” CLAKESCK—"* But are you well aware that she has got a-past forty 7” A BOWLED MANCEUVRE Guonce caret, ‘ ue |S comicbooks.com