Judge — April 16, 1898 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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A MOVING SERMON. AN EMINENT Baptist divine, being called on to preach a missionary ser- mon on an occasion of great importance, had as a prominent part of his audience quite a large body of children who, having worked long and zealous- ly for the great cause, had been assigned seats of honor at the very front of the church, right under the minister's nose. It was a theme the good doctor loved, and as his discourse proceeded he became more and more wrought up with his sub- ject, until words and voice and manner all bespoke HOW HE FIXED IT, Mr, WHOLESALE (indignantly)—"* What's that? You say the cash is not correct? I always thought that book-keeper was a rascal and was robbing me." EXPERT ACCOUNTANT—"* The cash is fifty dollars over, sir. Mr. WHOLESALE—"*Oh, well, just give me that fifty, then, and sa ing to him about it. Pethaps he's forgotten to draw some of his salary.” y noth- the utmost earnestoess; and as it came to the final.appeal and the repeti- tion of his forceful text, with his arm stretched ut to jts fullest length and his finger pointing, he cried in tones of thunder, “Go! The children looked from one to another easiness, The doctor repeated in still louder tones, were in consternation, and again looked at each othef-in aghelpless and undecided sort of way; but when the doctor leaned \furtheFipver the desk and shook his finger and shouted for the third time “Gof they rose in a body and rushed pell-mell out of the church as:if old Niek-himself were after them, And as for the minister, he was obliged’ «°conclude, amid the smiles and the snickers of the whole congregation, the remainder of his text—* into all the world and pteach the gospel to every Creature.” JRANNETTR ROBINSON MURPHY. DOMESTIC NOBILITY. A SPOTLESS reputation is quite often as much due to lack as strength “ What is the matter with the dinner? Why is it so late?” of character. lease, ma'am, the cook, as is a marquis, refused to reckonize the butler, as isa baronet. ‘The baronet slapped his face an’ told the marquis that he had a blot ‘on his ‘scutchen, anyhow ; an’ me, ma'am, as bein’ a countess, am a- up in the * Peerage.’ Din- be ready in ten minutes, IN KLONDIKE, 66 P)EAREST,” he wrote, “the letter cometh not. Didst thou not vow to write me every day? ‘The dark hours wear so drearily away. Can it be possible I am forgot ? Couldst thou but know the hard- y 2 ships of my lot YZ, Thou wouldst send daily one \\\ Whe 2 \ | tgZ sweet line to say . Thou lov'st me still, and quiet this dismay Which thy long silence cruelly hath begot.”” “This is a postscript. I have now received Just fifty of your daily letters, dear. Have sate me down and am most sorely grieved— It costs a dollar each to get "em Song TA tenn ————— here. Perish the doubt that thy faith —_ vilified ! . THE QUARREL AT ITS HEIGHT. Write once a month and I'll be Jack—*' I want to marry my opposite.” satistied.”” uta miccinson. Maup—"'I don't know of any girl bright enough to suit you." comicbooks.com