Judge — July 30, 1898 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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74 MR. JACKSON DISCOURSETH ON RETRIBUTIVE JUSTICE. p, ss |T MAKES me shuddab,” said Mr. Aristotle Jackson, con- fidentially, to-the bar-tender, “to see how careless folks am of retributive justice. Dey don’t seem to realize dat ‘mean acts will always come back on ‘em.” The bar-tender slowly drew a glass of beer, drank half of it, lit a cigar, drank the other half, soused the empty glass, wiped his hands on the towel and his mouth on his hands, yawned slightly, and said nothing. “Only yesterday,” continued Mr. Jackson determinedly, “I asked Abe Hardcase to len’ me seventeen cents, So's to make it an even dollah an’ eighty-nine cents I'd owe him, He refused —I | g ‘ wanted it foh medicine too.” It makes me shuddah %. ae VME ee # OM to fink what de future has got in store foh dat feller.” | W077." ug 17°77 The bar-tender closed his eyes wearily. ; a Sos cmioath << parsaed | Aretote, 5 Uicslaly, “Say, Willie, do you know w'ot's de worst curse dis an’ dispassionately asked ‘Squire Hennery to go mah bail wien I was arrested foh stealin’ bas?" his buff-cochins an‘ he refused — he, too, refused — it makes me shuddah. How kin de 2 ‘squire evah expect to hab any more luck ?” nA wot yer pivia’ AT? The bar-tender rung up the cash-register and blew the dust out of the bill compart- **Dat’s right. W’'y, 1 knowed a feller once w’ot put on a ment. . different collar every week.” “ Las’ week,” whispered the philoso- pher, “ wilst I was a-smashin’ mab little chile’s savings-bank, to see how much de cute little rascal had saved up foh de heathen, mah ole woman hit me ovah de haid wif a flat-iron an’ chased me outen de house. I have to shuddah foh dat woman, ‘cause I know it will all come back on her sometime.” The bar-tender only sighed — for the good old pre-cash-register times. Mr. Aristotle Jackson caught the sigh. “Would you then,” he said gently, “be so good as to hang me up foh about a pint of gin in de great name ob humanity?” The bar-tender reached down and picked up a bung-starter. He laid it on the bar, spit in the palm of his right hand and began to roll up his shirt-sleeves. “Tse you won't,” said Mr. Jackson, moving hurriedly towards the door, “ an’ dat’s de wustest shuddah I’se felt foh a month. Oh, yo" po’ reckless, benighted, ni EE misabul, thoughtless crucifier ob de colored Ap HE SND OeaE eee sex! I only hope de good Lawd won't be -_,"" Billy. now that she is a-goin’ away, I want to tell yer that I wuz all broke up on that gal, an’ I would have too hard on yo'—but I have to shuddah.” married her if she had only given me some encouragement.” A DUCHESS ROSE. GHELLPINK, cup-shaped, half-opened, here it lies Just where she dropped it as she flitted through Like gleam of sunshine—laughter in her eyes So deeply, darkly blue. I wonder if she dropped it purposely ! A girl's light heart is hard to understand— An older woman might have given me This rose with her own hand. Not Phyllis! some quaint touch of fair ro- mance Mast sweeten e’en a lightsome act like this ; ‘The duchess rose she dropped for me per- chance A herald is of bliss. For when the twilight gathers tenderly And all the garden-roses scent the air Phyllis in gown of white will welcome me— ‘A duchess rose most fair. Will welcome me with soft, low, rippling laugh ‘And shy hand-clasp and words my fond heart knows— A COMMON CASE, ; Dear girl! the sweetest flower of sweetest 0 cris ‘That girl is worth half a million dollars, and Clarence hugged her for four hours on the pier last June— night. Raao Y—"* Yes ; another case of being pressed for money.” pa Ae pnts comicbooks.com