Judge — September 28, 1901 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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She was a very talkative old aunty, and her Her nephew from the city soon realized the strength of both of y, aunty,” he put in Jan opening’ in the old lady’ memory was remarkable. A TASTE IS ATEST these characteristics. jwhen he fou |continuous chain of reminiscences, | ever know the Skeeter fai around here somewhere? did ily that used to Knew ‘em all! | cried the old lady without a moment's hesita- Did you know Amos?" ‘Amos Keeter!" cried tion, ** Yes, indeed !” continued the joker the old lady again. and the first taste of “Well, I should say did! Many’s the party hes taken me to. Amos ow his name does call And then the wicked nephew had to go out behind the woodshed to Keeter! Dear, dear! up the good old times " Hunter Baltimore Rye satisfies that it is the finest type of the purest whiskey. Perfectly matured and mellow. laugh. —Cleveland Plain Dealer, zilian coffee. In this country it that caused the boycott —Boston 7 anseript. Mrs, Frills | you, Bridget, Tam going to begin right aw fon guests, out next mum! Kichmond Dispatch. NEW VORK THEATRES. month "— Sy Battimore RYE WMLANAHANS BALTIMORE For the physical needs of women, when recommend- ed, it is the purest tonical stimulant. Wreaya 234s, New York, Manhattan Theatre MIRANDA e&iLcoiv we 81D, Ral Fat-claaa cafés and by jobbers, ATLAS & SON, Halttinore, Std. ou The Porto Ricans are boycotting free Bra- taxed tea “Now that I have engaged to give you a little training in the art of waiting You see, my dauzhter is coming Bridget —" Indade, An’ how long was she sint up fer?”— MRS FISKE E lands here from the Emerald Isle, And though with best intent He walks the city for a week, He cannot make a cent. ‘s I THE BUCCANEER THROUGH the Cimmerian gloom of the clammy midnight a long, low, rakish craft could now be seen moving slowly over the dank, dark waters of the Bronx. She showed no lights, and her evident purpose infernal to the last degree. Her mizzen 1 was clewed close to her taffrail, and she had out only a spinnaker boom to lee- ward. Her port scuppers were closed, and, with her sponsons battened down, the sel was as silent as a new-made grave. And there was need of silence on such a mission. ‘The unsuspecting people, asleep in their suburban homes along the erstwhile peace- ful shores, had no suspicion of the danger lurking in their very midst. Far away on the horizon-line the West Farms lights glinted and gleamed like little stars that dallied with the night, and if they saw the EHIGH VALLEY RAILROAD Direct Route ro me PAN*AMERICAN EXPOSITION $9.00 round trip day coach tickets from New York on salo Tuesday and Thursday of each week good 5 days impending shadow they gave no sign. ,As eight bells struck, the Buccaneer of the! Bronx emerged from his cabin and appeared on the quarter-deck, He was in the full America’s Two Shrewdest Men —J. Pierpont Morgan and Jay Gould. 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He sniffed | the midnight air as a war-horse smelling the battle close at hand, and swept the deck with his eagle eye, in order to have a clean view, but the gloom was impervio stare. “Officer of the deck, ahoy pered in hoarse notes, deep and low. * Aye, aye, sir!" responded the officer, hastening out of the shadows on the port side. “ Where are we at “The Zoo is two points off our weath- er-bow, sir.” “Let go the anchor and splice the jig- ger to the jibboom.” ordered the captain, “while I go arm myself for the fra * Aye, a responded the officer as the captain withdrew into his cabin and took a stiff drink from a large black bottle in his locker. Shortly afterward the Yellow Demon, or the Octopus of the Sound, as the pirate ship was better known, came to a standstill, and, as the waters of the Bronx rippled against her prows, the Buccaneer appeared again on deck with renewed courage. “Lower away the captain's gig!" he commanded, still in those deep chest-notes. Aye, aye, sir!" And soon the cap- tain, with a force of thirt: i was putting off for the low: the nor'-nor'west by east. | Profound silence, broken only by the soft susurrus of the feathering oars through the murky waters, brooded o'er the scene. Ere long the boat ran her nose gratingly on the gravelly shore, and the Buccaneer of the Bronx stepped foot upon the soil, He was armed to the teeth, and wore a coat of mail under a cuirass of shimmering steel, while a brazen helmet crowned his haughty brow. “Co-workers in a glorious cause,” he said when the tempest-tossed tarriers had lined up before him ‘neath the shadows of the sheltering trees, “ we are assembled this s to his he whis- e, Sir! le .|his defiant snort went echoing down the evening to attend to business. Our object | is to go hence to the spot selected for our| THE TAMMANY OFFICE-HOLDER. A few short years then pass away ; A different scene is laid. He runs the city for a week, And then his pile is-made. OF THE BRONX. By William J. Lampton. purpose and there break open the elephant’s trunk and escape with the swag. Let every man do his duty, and I will do the rest. you all read; “Aye, aye, sir!” Are ame the deep re- sponse, like the murmurs of an approaching storm. “Then follow me,” said the Buccaneer, . swinging his cutlass aloft and pointing it in the direction of-the animal department. Fit model he was at that inspired mo- ment for a bronze statue to ornament the park; but, alas! none of the wealthy artists that live in the suburbs were around at that hour. They had not yet got home from downtown, He took his place fearlessly at the head of his men and strode forward into the im- penetrable unknown, ‘The darkness could be felt, and so could the mosquitoes; but the captain sprinkled himself with petroleum and moved on undaunted. Suddenly there was a rustling move- ment immediately in front, a strange, stren- uous snort was heard, and then through the midnight air came a swish and a swirl, fol- lowed by a crash as if a thunderbolt had bit a tin-shop amidships, and the Buccaneer Of the Bronx was doubled up-on the plain. The tarriers were rattled by the unexpect- edness and concussion of the impact, as weil as by the mysterious force behind it, and incontinently took to the thickets. s Who goes there?” cried the Bucca- a neer’s aide-de-camp, a moment later, from Y behind the bulwarks of a shielding stump, J whither he had withdrawn astily. “Who are you?” came the response in a raucous voice, with a peculiar metallic lustre. “Tam the Buccaneer of the Bronx,” replied the captain, recovering his wind and tenderly rubbing a deep dent in his armor- plate. “Oh, you are, are you?” sarcastically responded William Goat; for it was none other than he, partaking of his midnight luncheon of tomato-cans, beer-bottles, and a lot of table and other lingerie he had secured from neighboring clothes - lines. “Well, Lam the buck-in-here myself, and if you don’t believe it come again, plea The unseen enemy could through the thick darkn continuing business be heard s bracing up for t the old. stand, and aisles of the for “Bela G !" roared the Buccaneer of the Bronx. “Don’t turn that thing this way again. We've made a mistake in the number of the house. Sorry to have dis turbed you, sir. Good-night.” The response of William Goat was ut fit for publication. Gathering his scattered forces quick about him, the bold Buccaneer of the Bror hustled back to the Vellow Demon, glad > have escaped greater disaster, and the goo! returned to his luncheon, The next day the captain hanged ¢ rd-arm for hav have some more butter. comicbooks.com