Judge — December 23, 1899 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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MAN'S OILY TONGUE. AS THEY trudged through the deepening snow he made an inward vow that if he ever again spent a day with a friend in the subutbs it would be when the weather was warm. The only thing that tended to reconcile him was the pretty girl hanging on his arm. She, too, had been stopping at his friend's place, and when an unexpected message had called ber back to town he had looked upon it as a bit of rare good luck, for he had dreaded making the tiresome journey alone. A blinding snow-storm had set in and the bitter wind blowing across the vacant lots made the twenty-minutes walk to the station no laughing matter, despite the fact that the girl on his arm was as cuddlesome as might be. Just when he figured that they were almost there his companion suddenly stopped with a little cry of surprise, “Oh, dear! I've lost one of my gloves,” she cried, fumbling in her muff. “ Well, what are we going to do about it 2” he asked, biting the ends of his frozen mustache, “ Why, go back and look for it,” she replied, retracing her steps. His heart sank within him at the thought. He was so cold that he wouldn't have walked that mile over again for all the gloves in the world; besides, they would miss the train, and that meant a wait of another hour and a half. For a moment he was undecided what to do. From what he had seen of the girl during the day he knew that she was very self-willed, and realized that any practical argument he might offer would fall on deaf ears. He must re- sort to strategy. “I know it’s deucedly provoking to lose anything,” he said; “ but it can't be helped in this case. Your glove is so very small it would be perfectly ridiculous to hope to find it.” She had made up her mind to walk back every step of the way if necessary, but as this cunningly-worded compli- ment fell on her ears she yielded without another word of protest. As they headed once more in the direction of the station he had to avert his face to conceal the smile of triumph he could not repress. Jamas Jav ofconmmeL, “Tl try, bat I don't think T'll ever get up, and if I do get up I can never get down.” A REMINDER. TO HAVE a ierry Christmas is quite easy if you know A simple little secret that doth make good feeling flow ; “Tis only to remember some sad season of the past, And thank your lucky planet that it was too sad to last. HOW IT USED TO BE. Charlie—“ Geel Don't the days get short about Christmas ?”” Grandpa—“ Charlie, I've seen the time, when 1 was a boy, when the days got so short that one winding of the old one-day clock would last a week. Ahem — that — er — er — that is— run away, now, Charlie; I want to take my nap.” Se ~ Sachttd Wibelns Lita 8 Pio Rew York A SURPRISE. Miss Wanase—“T itomobile fc ‘Christmas it from i conmont\a0e wy Ju0¢e COWAY OF HW Yom. Miss Baccxay—" Didn't i eurprise you when you found Wie your swealag ?” comicbooks.com