Judge — November 24, 1900 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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VICTORY IN LOSS. NCE on a time, long, long ago, ashep- herd and a shepherdess dwelt outside the walled gar- den of the Hes- J rides. He her be- cause she was pretty and they both were young; she loved him because she was a woman and must love something, and he did not ob- ject in the least to being adored. But because she loved him truly though blindly she urged him to climb the wall and pluck the golden apples. He said it was mpossible. But she so helped him and encouraged him and believed in him that he tried, and after many failures and discouragements he succeeded. And when he had surmounted the wall and slain the dragon, he found that the maidens who lived in the garden were fair to see and they helped him to the golden apples. And one day, as he had climbed with one of them high into the branches of the tree, he saw the shepherdess below stretching out her arms to him. “Did you come from that queer, bleak country outside?” asked the maiden of the garden. “ And who is that little thing?” * Oh, that is a little shepherdess I used to know,” he an- swered. “She was very fond of me and a good little thing, but when a man finds he is bound to rise he cannot be ham- pered by boyhood'’s ti And he turned away from the shepherdess and looked deep into the eyes of the beautiful woman beside him. But the little shepherdess was not utterly unhappy. “He loved me first!" she murmured. “ She cannot take that from me. He loved me first!" She was almost content, long while ago. But of course this was all a Nothing in the least like it could happen nowadays. A CUMULATIVE DELAY. KaTe—"'I wish, dear, you would go around to the book.store and get some of the newest novels.” Maupe—* Why not wait until this afternoon? There will be some more out by that time.” MARGARET WENTWORTH. E IS WISE that saves up for a rainy day, for even if there be a pro- tracted drouth it is well to have capital with which to buy water. THE WAY SHE EVENED THINGS UP. * There's no sense in larrupin’ thot kid av yours the way yez did this marmin’, —" Only a thrifle ! Mrs, Manone, Mrs. Octo WHAT SHE THOUGHT. USCLE John is one of these chaps who are given to the use of — quota- tions in their everyday talk, and he came one day, after several years of absence, to visit his rela~ He was quite unexpected. After he had greeted his brother and his sister-in-law, he inquired for the baby, Margie. “She is upstairs taking a nap,” said the little girl's mother. So up and surprise her.” So Uncle John went up. The bedroom door was closed. tives, not afraid," replied Unele John in a fine bass voice. after a short interval. He went in, and was some- what astonished to find the little girl upon her knees, her hands clasped, her face turned reverent- ly toward the door. But she jumped up instantly. “Why, Uncle John!" she exclaimed with a squeak.“ Ex- cuthe me! I thought you wath Jethuth.” VERY MUCH SO, os | MAY not know much about politics,” remarked the turkey," but" He hastily resumed his dumb-bell exercise. “ With me, expansion is a dead issue.” It only wears out Because it's so long befoor he kin sit down agin, thot it more than makes up for it.”