Judge — January 7, 1899 — page 7: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

A DELICATE QUESTION. Guie (pausing, with his finger on the trigger)—"* Now, if L kill the bar will the dude give me more, out uy gratitude fer savin’ his life, than I'll find in his pockets if I let the b’ar chaw ‘im ?” BELLS OF THE NEW YEAR, THE troubled seas of silence toss and heave, Far off and near, a joy in sorrows pent. i Oh, vanished dream the dead year holds in fee ! And as their drifting spume And then the peal is o'er; Oh, bells with tears for kin! I hear the rhythmic voice of new-year's eve So one sweet hope of mine that came and went _Like echoes of a mem’ry blown to me Go trembling through the gloom. ‘And came again no more. From out the might-have-been, JOWN DAML wHtTE, —He's clever—djucid clever! A pwesent 1, “¥a-as, 1 bro't_ me dorg. Do you like 2. 2— from the pwince 4 —Haw, haw! He's awfully fond of the ladies too.—— 5 —Did you ever see anything like it?” @ rity comicbooks.com .