Judge — March 31, 1906 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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“WELL, YOUNG MAN!" KENTUCKY FRUHLINGSLIED, TH Jelion’s golden glint, The ruby of the tulip, Fade in the greenness of the mint ‘That whispers of the julep. ‘THE MYSTERY UNRAVELED, HE sleuth-hound of the law, Dead- eye Dave, paused before the heavy oaken door at the end of the dark passage. His trained ear detect- ed strange sounds within, “Ah, hat" he muttered through his false whiskers. «Can this be their stronghold 2” Glancing swiftly around, he stooped and placed his ear to the keyhole. The villains inside were evidently unaware of the detective’s presence, Straining every nerve to the utmost, he heard the following : “Who deals? Oh, mine, is it? Say, wouldn't we a-showed ‘em a trick or two if we'd had them spades? Well, now, you can gamble! Oh, ho! You lead hearts, eh? Well, that's mine, anyhow! Pardner, you can frog that'n with a ten-spotter. What! didn't have it, eh? There! how'd ye like that? What! adiamond ? Never let up on trumps when you've begun on ‘em, Tsay! It’s yours, pard! Now, you fel- lows might ‘s well loosen up and toss in your hands, We've got the cards—eh, pard? All right! Come on with your rat-killin’! What! wh Well, by thunder! We lose, eh? Well, we didn’t have any show at all. Not a card worth mentioning in my hand! Rotten! Deal ‘em up, somebody The sleuth drew his palm across his dripping brow; then, in a voice quivering with suppressed emotion, he remarked, Just as [thought! Those fellows are—playing whist !"" With these words he stole softly away and was lost in the night. ONE BETTER. Little Grace—* My papa’s so rich that he has four automobiles, an’ he takes mamma an‘ me out ridin’ in a different one every Sunday.” Bobbie— Huh! My papa is so rich that he hasn't ¢yen time to eat his breakfast. ‘WHERE IT WOULD COUNT. HE little fellow was over at one of the neighbors’ and fell and bumped his head. After a couple of wails he became silent and started to the door with his lips tightly closed and his face contorted peculiarly. woodness, Freddie! what is wrong with you?” asked the ighbor, The little fellow did not reply, but kept going on. ran to him and caught his arm and asked again ex- citedly, “Child, child ! what in the world is the matter? Are you terribly hurt? Why do you look so strange- ly? Come, lie down on the lounge and let me bathe your head and send for a doctor.” Aw, gee!" exclaimed Freddie in disgust. + You spoiled it all, I was tryin® to save up my best bawlin’ ill T got home, an’ then mamma would give me some candy to console me." A DIFFERENCE IN THE MORNING. HE USED to-come at eight And leave at three. He didn’t think that late, Nor yet did she. They're married now, and he Leaves home at eight. He comes (a. m.) at three ; Now that is Zate. UCCESS spoils some peo- ple and makes others entirely too fresh. The neighbor AN ESTIMATE. Se IMMERE words," he softly said, “cannot express My love for you—not even if I tried With dictionaries trillion.” “If words,” Miss Coyne replied, “are pow- erless, Suppose your love for me were signified By figures, thus : 1,000,000?" comicbooks.com