Judge — August 30, 1902 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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ROMANCE AND REALITY. (A historical shetchlet.) TRE chief of Ullan’s isle was a most romantic young person. If he’ had not been so that pathetic poem, “My daughter, oh, my daugh- ter!" would never have been written. He had everything his own way, and the course of true love was actually greased for him, but he didn’t want it that way. He was forever doing something or other to upset the whole Ulric family and make them wonder what the dick- ens he would do next. For instance, the garden of the castle was surrounded by a close brick wall, Eng- lish style, so high that a man on horseback VA\ could not look over it Sr gon 34) One day the chief rode 4 along its length, seek- é ing an entrance by which he might slip in in an unbeknownst manner, so to speak, and call on Lord Ul- lan’s daughter; but there was no open door in that Chinese wall, and the chief stayed on the outside. Some ‘one was at work in the garden, and he could hear the dull thud of the spade with which the delver was turn- ing the glebe. Hg paused as near to the sound as he could calculate and listened a moment, Perhaps it was his lady-love among her rosemary and her rue. He could but try to learn. : “What ho, within there !" he called softly, after the manner of the chivalry of his time when addressing a fair lady. There was no answer. wy ayy nlm ? NUNS op) a \G Aw lft 4 ty ‘Ws yy ye: ys, ‘ WW RS AS GD R 1 NLU Nee : ry ACA \NNOMMNLE WD) Ko} /\\ UY BRIBERY IN BUGVILLE. GrassHorrer croox—" Please, Mr. Policeman, I'll give you some tobacco if you let me go.” s6CQur political situation,” complains the first citizen, « What ho, within there !" he called again, but with distinctive vigor. There was still no answer, and the chief grew impatient. “ What ho, within there!" he shouted in stentorian tones that made the welkin ring. The spading suddenly ceased, and on the instant the perspiring face of Lord Ullan himself ap- peared at the top of the wall and the old gent gave the chief the gen- tle ha, ha! “It's no hoe at all,” he said; “it’s a spade.” The apparition of his lordship in so unexpected proximity so disconcerted the chief of Ulva's isle that he could find no fitting repartee, and with a muttered malediction he put spurs to his steed and chased him- self around to the port- cullis, There he rang the bell, and Miss Ul- lan herself opened the door for him and told him to hitch his horse to the fence and come right in, How he ever suc- ceeded later in getting the girl to run away with him nobody but a poet could tell, WILLIAM J. LAMFTON, HIS WORK. is scandal- I believe there is a nigger in the wood-pile somewhere.” “That may very well be,” answers the second citizen. “No doubt ous. the colored gentleman is waiting for a job whitewashing as soon as an investigation is had,” CERTAIN CONVALESCENCE, ‘Youno nussano—"' Oh, doctor! will she live?’ Docror—"* Of course! ‘She tells me she has three new gowns on the way from Paris." comicbooks.com