Judge — December 23, 1899 — page 37: what you’re looking at

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“Why will 1? You ask me why? You, knowing that you have ceased to love me, ask me why?” “ Ceased to love you—1?" “Aye, you! Have I not seen it night after night, Arabella? Have I not watched you working, stitch by stitch, a blue dog's head with green eyes and on a purple ground? A slipper-pattern, Arabella! A blue-dog- with-green-eyes slipper-pattern, on a purple ground, as a Christmas-gift for me! Arabella, you love me not!" “ Mortimer, you are saved! These are not slippers for you, dear one; they are a scrap-bag for dear Aunt Sarah and a pouch for Uncle Peter's fiddle.” And her snowy arms clasped his neck, leaving the marks of their snow upon his coat-collar. “ Saved!" he cried; “saved!” He had misjudged his feet. “And oh, Mortimer! the toilet-set you are going to give me for Christmas!" Thus the fair young thing, clinging and flicking powder from his coat. “It will be real ivory, won't it, dearest—not celluloid ?” And Mortimer said it would. a0, wort, HIS SPECIALTY. Sotted Spooner (at the door)—" It hurts me terribly to solicit alms, maddim, but I can’t git nuthin’ to do at me perfession an’ am compelled to beg or starve.” Mrs, Goodsoul —* What is your profession?” Sotled Spooner —* \m- personatin’ Santy Claws at sabbath - school Christmas- tree entertainments, mad- dim.” SANTY IN LINE. THEY say that Santa Claus of late : His visits makes upon a LOOKS LIKE A WINNER. ' wheel. Mr. Bi.tox—" Skeemer says that he basa forge within his grasp.” This year, to be quite up Miss Drnvex—" What is it now?” to date, He has invented ‘a species 5 golf that can be played while He'll have to use an autobile. ARABELLA’S CHRISTMAS-GIFT. > A!" The speaker's voice was stern, and yet it quavered as if he were suffer 1g. And so he was, He had just eaten a forty-cent table-d’héte dinner on Avenue B, At the sound of the voice a fair young thing rose quickly from among the hand-made sofa-cushions. It was Arabella. “ Alas!" she wailed, tossing her white hands aloft, and would have twined them in the summit of her pompadoury, but it was beyond her reach,“ Alas!” she wailed, for one glance at him told her all. “Mortimer, you have had an- other.” Mortimer Scatheringfelt gloated. “Ha! I have,” he exclaimed. “And to- morrow night I shall have still another. Another the next night! And I know where I can get one for thirty cents, And I hear there is one for twenty-five. Ha! I see my tectotal finish. One for twenty-five! I shall gloat and writhe and perish with one for twenty-five, Arabella! A table-d héte for twenty-five! Ha!" "And oh, Mortimer! you have not only had another, but you have had Avenue-B cognac as a chaser."+ “ What man dare I dare.” “But, Mortimer, why cast yourself into this wild and consuming maelstrdm of dissipation? Why will you "— IS OVER. A QUESTION OF PRECEDENCE. Sata CLavs—'* Hey, there, my friend! T must go frst —T'm bringing. presents for the baby.” Tue. stork—" But, my dear sir, I am bringing the baby itself.” comicbooks.com