Judge — May 28, 1904 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE'S FAVORITES. BERTHA GALLAND. Daintily you trip about, Full of verve and vim, And your praise we fondly shout, Joyful to the brim. This means simply you're a star That by fame is backed, And likewise that e’er we are Right on to the fact. BOYLSTON’S TRIUMPH. A little story of life in the city of Boston, HE did not observe him as he entered the room, for she was looking languidly at the fire, dreaming of the evening before. Closing the door softly, he took a step forward and then halted. * «Thave been looking for you,” he said slow- ly.“ Where have you been ?” She did not answer, though startled at the sound of his familiar voice. She had heard it so much recently—so much that she sometimes longed to leave the beautiful home and go out into the great world beyond—and forget him! But now— You need not answer," he con- tinued, coming closer to her, “In truth, I did not expect you to. Strange creature that you are, I felt before I came here that you would re- main silent. You avoid me; you treat_me with a contempt that knows no soind— you, who are mine by all the rights of law; who were given to me abso- lutely just a year ago to-day! Did you remember that this was our anni- versary? No; I warrant you did not. Your heart is as cold as ever— as cold as the bit- ter day I first took you into my arms and called you mine !" He paused, passion choking him. Then, noting the careless manner in which she rested, half sitting, half reclining in the big easy-chair, gaz- ing at him with her calm, golden eyes, he clinched his hands, “Listen !" he went on. “I give you one more chance—only one. I love you now as devotedly as I ever did, but human nature can stand no more. I will not be trifled with as you have trifled with me the past few weeks, From this moment you shall obey me—obey me implicitly, abso- lutely, willingly, or—you leave the house! Your indifference has mad- dened me, and I will assert my rights from this night on. Every one in this house has noted your treatment of me; every one is commenting on the cold disdain with which you meet me day after day, spurning my lavish devotion, until even the servants are whispering about it, But you shall do it no more. I order you—now— to come to m He snapped his fingers quickly, and for a moment she gazed into his eyes, her amazement mingled with fright. This was indeed-a new réle that he played. Fora moment de- tiance shone in her eyes, and she held her head up proudly ; but only for a moment. The power of his superior will made itself felt on her pliant na- ture. Her eyes dropped ; she stirred nervously, rose slowly, sank back into her place, and then looked up plead- ingly into his face. The stern lines about his mouth were unchanged ; he refused to see her mute appeal for mercy. Then, with her head droop- ing, she rose shamefacedly, and with all that grace which had first attract- ed him walked across the great rug that lay between them and raised her great eyes to his once again. clasped her in his arm THE LATEST. Mrs. CLancy—" Do Oi hear it rainin’, Michael?" Mr. Cuancy—' Be gorry, Norah! rainin’ hard it is. Faith, if Ol wor goin’ out, Oi'd shtay in th’ house.’* APROPOS OF THE GIRL. Mr. Meopers—"‘Thet's one o' them there summer gals, | reckon.” Mr. Rick—" 1 guess it i Me. Meovers—' Wa-al, I'd ruther see one 0” them go past than one o' them pesky autom’biles thet smashes wrecks everything.”” Mr. Rick—" Pussonly | don't know much about ‘em: but by what I've heerd tell on ‘em, I reckon thet if a man gets in the way one 's dangerous as t'other.”* In them he read complete surrender, and with a glad cry he and crushed her to him. “ My precious pet, I knew you would ¢ muttered, with a laugh that trembled slightly. But even as he spoke his mother opened the door. * Waldo Back- bay Boylston,” she said sternly, “how many times have I told you not to kiss that cat? Put her down at once and go to the nursery. It is time for your Sanskrit recita- tions. JACK APPLETON. 46 TTHE street-car New Yorkers have been grossly li- beled.” Do gentlemen give up their seats to ladies 2" “ Notonly that, but they show no sign of resentment at not being thank- comicbooks.com