Judge — June 4, 1898 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE'S FABLES. NE day a Dawson-city boarding- house keeper went to his hen-coop and found, to his alarm and dis- gust, that his favorite pullet Gol- conda was clucking over a golden egg. His instant loud lamenta- tions at this state of affairs brought his good wife to the scene of grief. “Look!” he wailed; “I've been robbed. Some thief has stolen the fresh egg and substituted a measly oval nugget of ordinary gold in place of the real treasure And he at once fell to moaning and groaning again over his great mis- fortune, only to be interrupted by his wife harshly. “Chut, you fool!” she cried. “ You are mak- ing a great fuss over the loss of a thousand or so of dollars, the price of an egg. What if he had purloined the pullet?” Moral—Things are never so bad but what there's some saving grace. W. R. COOK. A DELICATE PARTY, jullo, Cotter! W'otcher leavin’ town fer?” * Me health, pard, I'm erfraid if | git caught ne are flyin’ round town it may be de death uy me. A LAST HOPE. HE clock in the far- distant village had struck the hour of nine. Maggie Killarney took down ber hat and start- ed forth into the night. The darkness was in- tense, not even one lit- tle star daring to peep forth and break the overhanging gloom. On such nights are committed horrible deeds, and mysterious things happen which are never explained. Maggie had a lover. and for him her little heart beat ever true. Each evening at ten minutes after nine o'clock the express- train whizzed like a s comet through the | low rumble and she knew that the fiery steed which bore him was close at hand. But good heavens! what was this? At her feet she saw the rails tora up for rods ahead, while to her left was a yawn- ing abyss into which the engine would sure- ly plunge. Her tongue was paralyzed. She could not scream, and who would have heard her? She tried to pray, but her brain was stu- pefied. Nearer and bearer sounded the rumble of the express, and then the red head- ligt shone in the dark- ness: ¢ , : A sudden numb- 4 \ mess came over her. \ I ‘s il Then, like an inspira- | i I tion, just as the train ii ee land, and for one brief second Jim Murphy i | | turned toward the win- : il ¥! dow of his engine and RARE ge xe swung bis red lantera BEFORE THE BOUT WAS CALLED. wae, Mrs, MCFLANNELLY—"* Good-day, Mrs. Killfaherty. Shure, yer baby remoinds me all the worruld forth as a greeting to ay yer husband.” - : his sweetheart. Mxs KILLFLAHERTY—"' Indade?” This evening Mag- Mrs. MCFLANNELLY—"' Yes, bekase he’s always suckin’ away at a bottle.” (/— /—/—/) gie hummed a tune to herself as she walked down the track in the direction whence her lover was to come. A bore down upon her, she tore off her hat and seized her golden locks, “and. in the twinkling of an eye she threw down the switch —for her Tair was false— and the express passed over it and was gone in the darkness of the night. atgy sur, Fienp—"'T ought to make three centuries to- aS —Never touched me, however, and I will finish day with my new two-forty-three gear.” (Bang 1)“ Some small boy's joke. yet in time.” comicbooks.com