Judge — May 13, 1899 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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A MATTER OF BUSIN * What do you want ten cents for?” K—" Wy, LU s'pose yer know dat ten cents is de interest on a thousand dollars fer'one day, It is also de interest on twenty-four thousand dollars fer one hour, an’on one million four hundred an’ forty thousand dollars fer one minute. { want ter yo round ter Kussell Sage an’ borry de latter amou ute, an’ if he won't let me have it I spose I'll have ter blow can limping after him. “What is the meaning of this disturbance AN OLYMPIAN ANECDOTE, JUPITER was doz- ing peacefully on his throne when he was suddenly awakened by a terrific uproar in the ante-chamber, “Who is making that infernal racket out there?” he demanded angrily, rubbing his eyes as he spoke. thunderer!" said Mer- cury, who had just en- tered.“ He is running about, butting his head gainst the walls and yelling like a madms I think he must ha slipped his trolley. ring him in here!" thundered Jove withan us scowl. Mercury hastened to obey. Ina moment he returned with Vul- “roared the father of the gods. “Why are you not at your forge, making thunderbolts? ‘That is what | pay you for.” “Pardon, mighty on id Vulcan humbly, * [am not myself this mornin; “Who are you, then?” inquired Jove fac 1, When Chawles calls on her this is the way they sit. ame, | think, is Dennis,” replied Vulean. justice we are fain To own you re sweet as sugar-cane. me veils. yet does not hide: Everything goes— ou inside, ‘our dusky charms welcome, yes! with open arms, Mercury's eyes glistened covetously. “Of course,” he said, “1 am willing to help you all I can, but I do not know anything def suspicions.” hat does not matter, Tell me anything that will put me on the right track and my promise holds geod.” “ Well, then,” continued Mercury with great delib- eration, “1 think it highly probable that the lovely Venus has gone "— “Where? Where?” cried Vulcan impatiently. “To her Mars.” met with a great misfortune.” “What is it? Did you fail to get the armor- plate contract for that ‘Trojan expedition ? “Oh, | got that all right,” answered the great cer: Thad a pull, But this is something seri- ous—my wife has left me.” “And you call that a misfortune ?” said Jove with asigh. “Tonly wish—but go on with your story She left my house yesterday afternoon,” con- tinued Vulean, “and 1 haven't the slightest idea where she : “Perhaps Mercury tell you,” suggested Jove, “He is always gadding about, picking up stray bits of information n you tell me?” inquired Vulean eagerly, turning to the messenger of the gods. n not in the habit of telling all that I plied Mercury craftily. “I pray you tell me,” pleaded the d husband, “I will make you a chainless b will beat those winged sandals of yours all hollow.” 2. And when Chawles meets her on the cars this is the way they sit. comicbooks.com