Judge — April 9, 1898 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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232 IN QUEST OF_TIDING! oo | JEDGE this here's the telegraph desk. -“Hain't heerd whether Zeb 's arriv’, hev ye>” | * Zeb?" que graph-editor. | . “That's the chap— Zeb Smith,” she assented, “ Smallish chap, about my age, middlin’ bow- legged, squint in one eye an’ a mole on the end of his nose. He'd likely be drunk, an’ hev acouple of ornery dogs along with him.” “No such arrival at the Klondike re ported,""replied the telegraph- editor! “The chances would’: be about:a: million to one against such a . fan. as you describe ever teaching there, ried the tele- Y I should think. , Did he haye any capital?" | “Had fifty cents when he left hum—ef so be he ‘got by the saloon’ with ‘it! man, I want to ast you some more questions.” . “Very well, madam." “S'posen Zeb did git, there, jedge he'd git rich 27°" S* “The man‘who gets rich at Klondike is the persistent, indus- trious, enduring-man, madam.” “Hajn't’ heerd of, no case when a man up there set around a saloon all day long an" guzzled liquor, an’ woke’ up. with” his pockets full of gold, hev ye?” The telegraph-editor shook _ his head. “ Or when it was’ found in his ear when they picked -him up in the gutter?” Again the token of negation from the telegraph-man. Tommy seeks to utilize his Easter-eggs. 's the place to come fur news from Alasky," she “remarked, approaching a S FROM ZEB. “Humph! I’ reckoned’ as much. Alasky’ ain't no place fur Zeb,” said she as she turned to leave the room, “Some friend of yours, I judge, madam ” asked the telegraph-editor. “ Wa-al, no—not ezackly, Ye see, Zeb's my man. We fit, an’ Zeb he left hum to make his fortin.”” “Tam afraid we mustn't expect to hear that Zeb is a millionaire just yet,” said the telegraph-edit- or with a smile. “isay, young man, do you take me for an idjit? What I expect is to hear a cock’- an’- bull story about Zeb's bein’ overtook by Injuns an‘ rob- bed of his hard- earnt gold— that's what! But folks ‘Il find out that I ain't no sech old softy as Zeb Smith thinks.” And her jaws closed with a snap that could be heard half a block away. “If Mr. Zebulon Smith thinks that wo- man is an old softy,” mused the telegraph- editor after she had departed, “ that some- what disreputable individual adds to his other shortcomings the most remarkable case of defective character-reading which has hap- pened, in my brief experience, to come under my observation,” Tile iia sce we AVN THE ENVY OF TIE ALLEY, | An Easter hat and a bunch of violets, Say young , should you ALBERT &. HOYT. DOLEFUL OUTLOOK. oe HY does the husband of the two-headed woman wear such a doleful look ?” asked. the living skeleton. “ Easter is coming and she insists upon having two new bonnets,” replied the India-rub- ber man. AN. ILLUSTRATION, Wire—" Why, Japhet! I thought you never swore unless it was to illustrate somethi = Jarnet—" Well—m-m—ain’t I tryin’ to illustrate how mad I be?" AN UNEXPECTED ‘COLOR COMBINATION. A startling result. comicbooks.com