Judge — December 30, 1899 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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KATHERINE’S WHEREABOUTS. HE lazy drone of katydids rose from the garden and drifted in at the window where Mrs. Vanderveer sat sewing. The yard seemed filled with a strange, unwonted silence, which oppressed Mrs. Vanderveer with an undefined fear that something was wrong. Suddenly she dropped her work-basket and ran to the head of the stairs. “* Mary!” she called. “Yessum,” answered a weary voice from the kitchen. “ Where is Katherine?” “Don't know, ma'am. She was playing in the hammock the last I saw.” Mrs. Vanderveer crossed the lawn to the ham- mock, where four wax dolls lay asleep among sofa- cushions, Katherine was not there; nor was she to be found in the house or about the stables. The gardener, being ig- norant of her where- abouts, was dis- patched in pursuit of possible clews, and reported. that Mrs. Huested, next door, had seen a child of Katherine's appearance passing her house an hour before, in company with a strange man. Then Mrs. Vander- veer talked wildly through the tele- phone, and had sunk into a state of acute hysteria by JUDGE'S WORLD'S £A/2, a No. XVIN.—THE YANKEE C the time her hus- No. xx: ANKEE CHORUS GIRL. The make-believe with you is real; Here's love to you, gay, careless mummer, band arrived And yet, the difference is not far ‘Of sad humanity the frend! : “Twiat you and any girl ideal Sing, cricket-hke, the livelong summer. breathless from the ‘Contrasting what you seem, and are. ‘And dance through winter, il te end, office. Lamenta- tions and the ringing of telephone-bells spread the alarm, and it was currently reported over back fences that little Kate Vanderveer had been kidnapped and that her mother was dying. Just as the doctor's gig drove up to the front gate with a clatter a dimpled maiden of five years strolled aimlessly across the lawn and was variously seized and wept over and scolded and petted by a rejoicing con- stituency; then she was carried away to a darkened bed- room, where a wo- man, pale as the pillows about her head, strained the girl to her breast and wept softly into the little one’s tan- gled hair. “ Where in the world have you been?” asked the mother. Katherine was as cool and calm as a June morning. “I've been sit- ting on sister's grave,crying to beat the band,” she said. Leow HARMAN, FORCE OF HABIT. + UVHY did you smile when Mr. Bisnis asked and water, majo g grace dione? : Tue CALter (from Kentucky)—'* Pray do not bes » dear! a think me uncivil, ma'am, but T have sworn never to didn't. you notice IN THE DAYS OF THE KNIGHTS. touch, taste nor handle that bane of humanity. Al- Lapyr, Maup—"* Well, what dost thou wish?” low me to wish you the compliments of the season it? He began it OL-cLotHes DEALER—"‘Any gast-off helmets, olt prest-blates, or rusty shirds- in a bamper of clear, pure brandy, ma'am.” with ‘Dear sir.” obf-mail to sell? Two farthings der bound.” ON NEW YEAR'S. comicbooks.com