Judge — November 5, 1898 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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OF SPIRITS. Mrs. Hohmboddie —" Dear, I met a lot of people at the lect- ure to-day who believe in spirits.”” Mr. Hohmboddie—“ What sort of spirits ?” Mrs. Hohmboddie —“You know very well I don’t mean ¢hat sort of spirits, and you needn't try to be funny.” Mr. Hokmboddie —“ Some persons I know are funny with- out trying.” Mrs, Hohmboddie—" Or you imagine they are. But, oh, dear me! I don’t see how any one can have such a strange sort of faith. To believe that spirits exist after death!" 1. “Nope. He isn't much to look at, hut he’s the most obedient dog you ever saw. Why, see —— HALLOWEEN, HE DIED and went to paradise ‘One morning long ago, Bat pined to visit once again The scenes he left below : The cottage hidden in its vines, The chimney’s ruddy blaze, ‘The windy woods and purple hills ‘That rimmed his earthly days. ** © Lord,” he prayed, “but let me pass Once more the gates of gold! IN LONESOMEHURST. I long to see beneath my feet Dosson the factional fight is on again in the first Baptist church ?” The paths I trod of old— Honson —" Ves: half the congregation are opposed to the new pastor.” , OBSON t has he been doing ?* The fields where now the golden-rod Honson —" Pleasing the over hall Has stacked its yellow sheaves, And hollows bright with sumac red, + Or brown with fallen leaves.” Mr. Hohmboddie —“ My dear girl, I hope we all believe that.” Mrs. Hohmboddie —" Yes, but 1 am so terribly afraid of them — the very thought frightens me—and it does you, too; I know it does.” Mr. Hohmboddie (philosophically) —“ Still, if you exist after death you'll be a spirit—no escape for you.” Mrs. Hohmboddie —“ Please don't, John; you make the cold shivers run down my back.” Mr. Hohmboddie —“ Why, my dear, where is your logic? Either you cease to exist, or “—— Mrs, Hohmboddie—“ Yes, of course. But, oh, if I ever do become - a spirit I hope I shall never know it, because I should be just scared to death of myself.” ‘+ ‘Then each October have thy will,”* He heard the Lord reply, “+ But underneath the churchyard stone ‘The backward way must lie.” So once a year at every hearth There sits a guest unseen, A spirit from another world— And this is halloween. saxna inven, Trlier Reis 95 4, Here, boy ; come back, sir." 5. ** Good dog, eh ?* THE OBEDIENT DOG, 8. ** Come on down ; that's right.” comichooks:qont Fy) 4O.4.4.4.4.44.4.462..2.428864484868688888888R |