Judge — September 16, 1899 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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SHREDS AND PATCHES. fe] VERY man's work has three values—its real worth, its market-price, and its value in his own eyes. There is not so much difference between the first two as the man himself thinks, but he whose work is not worth more to him than it will bring will never do any work worth doing. No one can forgive gracefully but the original offender. If God had not inspired prayer man must have invented it. Remorse is feeling more dissatistied with self than usual, The stage seems to be the Canada where literary embezzlers spend their easily-acquired gains. It is as painful to feel you are some one’s“ duty” as it is delicious to feel you are some one’s happiness. * Why “is the cruelest word in the world. Against it brains beat, hearts break, but only the silence an- swers. It is sad enough to see how we all make use of TIT FOR TAT. Dinah and Sambo were wedded one day By a parson whose color was white. ~ To kiss the bride is a custom, they sa We'll omit it; I don’t it’s ‘Then Sambo replied as he moved to the door, ‘There's a custom, | hear people say, Of giving the parson five dollars or more. Tf you please, we'll omit it to-day. SWEET LIBERTY. ss ]'M GOIN’ fast, Amos,” said old Mis’ Walker in a voice that plainly intimated she was stab- bing him as much as lay in her power. Amos held his gray head in his hands, but said nothing. She had always been the spokesman, and experience had taught him that silence was the best course. : You'll be marryin’ again when I'm gone. Amos,” continued the wife of his bosom. Still there was no word from Amos. “Tsay you'll marry again,” repeated Mis’ Walk- er in sharp reminder. Tdon't guess 1 will,” objected the prospect- vely bereaved husband. “Oh, yes, you will.” responded she with acri- monious conviction from which there was no ap- peal. In a tone of demurring he pleaded humbly, HIS DESIRE. “1 don’t exactly feel like it just now, Sarah.” Mrs. Brown (reading}—"' * Joseph Walcott holds the record for putting men to sleep." ” D8 acon Brown (drowsil)— ** T should—er—I should really like to hear the Reverend Mr. Walcott preach.” one another, but it is sadder to see of how little use any of us can be to each other. ECONOMY. AS SYJUAT'S enough for one will do for two.” Oh, no, for in marriage ‘twill sel- dom do; Rot T used to think, and I think so still, In the matter of chairs it often will, A BOOMERANG. Crabshaw —"\ don't see how you women can. stand around a bargain-counter this warm weather. Mrs. Crabshaw—* Why, my dear, we do it just the same way you men stand in front of a bulletin while the ball-game is b i RELATIVE PROPORTIONS. being played. Fatitrr—* That's my daughter Lucy. my daughter Sara, and this is Clarisse, She's the baby of the family.” comicbooks.com