Judge — June 9, 1906 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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ACTRESS AND SERVANT GOT MIXED IN COURT. A FEW years ago I found myself in New York, ill and without employment. I had & dreadful siege of fever, and when my friends discovered me I was in a cheap boarding-house. They were most kind, and any little assistance they were able to give me thenceforth was faith- fully used in tips to the chambermaid, who had treated me well. I noticed a change in her, however, as I grew convalescent and began to think of work, One morning I had slept longer than usual, and when I rang for the maid I was informed that she had lett the house early and with every appearance of finality. I was grieved that she had not said good-bye, but my grief soon took another form. I discovered that she had taken with her my entire wardrobe, leaving me only a“ character dress" that I had used for “old-woman” parts and an outfit of her own. My friends ‘secured the services of a detective, and soon located her in the employ of a private family. When I went to identify her she was BEVERLY SITGREAVES. decked out in a dress of my own, while I had been obliged to don her discarded outfit. The officer insisted that we all go down at once to Jefferson Market Court. We filed in and faced the court, and after a few words from the detec- tive the judge ordered sharply, + Sergeant, lock this woman up—grand-larceny charge!" The sergeant approached me as if he was about to lead me to the cell. Naturally, I shrank back. Then he looked us both over critically and ap- pealed to the court. «Which one, your honor ?"" said the sergeant. Then: the ludicrousness of the situation flashed upon me for the first time. There I stood facing my erstwhile maid and ac- cusing her of theft while upon her was what finery I had been able to possess and on me were the working-clothes she had thrown aside. The judge was made acquainted with the state of af- fairs. Then we all laughed, for by all outward signs I was the maid and the prisoner the well- dressed complainant. BEVERLY SITCREAVES. ‘THE IDEALS OF GENEVIEVE AT SEVENTEEN AND THIRTY-TWO. At thirty-two fair Genevieve HEN Genevieve was seventeen She lived in dreams ; she loved to plan Her future happiness, when she Should meet her fate—her ideal man. She pictured him, as maidens will, A perfect lover, strong and brave, Ss With waxy > QQ” +4} {AROLD,” said the heiress, «+1 have been thinking.” “Thinking of me, precious?" asked Harold. ig that, were you to marry me, everybody would say you only did so in order to get my money. “Indirectly, yes. “I have been thin! ** What care I for the unthinking world ?" «But oh, Harold! I will marry you.” Fireman—*' No use, pard; our axes can't make any impression on that door. I guess the inmates are doomed.”* Forsook the type of early days; ‘The seasons, as they came and went, Had taught her much of worldly ways. She chose a man whose bank-agcount Aman who WHERE THE TREASURE IS, ETC. + My own dar "— ++And I will not have people saying unkind things about you, so I have arranged to give all my fortune to the missionaries. Harold! where are you going?" Harold paused long enough on his way to the door to look back I'm going to be a missionary !" and mutter, BILLY BUTTER SAVES THE KIDS. Goat—"" Let me try, fellows.”” Was fostered by a plumbing-shop. Or e’en those vacant lots on Why,