Judge — October 23, 1915 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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The Forty-two Centimeter NEW WAR-TIME a gentleman, calling upon a lady, has risen to take his and the lady contradicts him, “When leave, and has remarked that it is lat he should allow himself to be convinced that it is early. 1 resumed my chair, and drew it close to Laura’s. I took Laura's fine, firm, white hand in mine . . . it was one of the most truly adorable hands I have ever held. I could not give it up, at once. It would not have been right. When, finally, I released Laura's hand, my arm stole about her waist. Her lovely head sank upon my shoulder. ‘ “My friends, the only opportunity we have to enjoy this world is while we are passing through. It is well to make ‘cach hour a pearl.’ “Tei ficult for me to tell you how happy Laura and I were, all the way from Birmingham, Alabama, to Danville, Virginia; for during all this distance, we were engaged to be married.” d, and looked at the tin-type. “This likeness of me,” he resumed, “was taken by a one-legged photographer in Danville, Virginia; a gentleman who had lost a leg in the Civil War. The likeness was taken for Laura, that she might have it to look upon during our enforced absence from each other, while I went to New York to confer with the Firm, and she pro- ceeded to Baltimore to make ready for our wedding.—And yet, though the memory of Laura is sweet and deathless, I have never seen her again.”” “Amethyst!” we exclaimed, incredulously. “Tt is indeed true; I received the tin-type when I had been in New York only a few days, and with it one of the most tender, affectionate, and considerate notes ever penned by a lady’s hand. The note conveyed the information that Laura had decided to devote her life to her children; that there were four of these (of whom she had not spoken during our engagement)—ranging in age from one to five years; that she could not bear the thought of marrying me unless I really wished it; that, therefore, she returned the likeness of my dear self, and awaited its return to her if, and only if, I still wished to marry her and felt that I could be quite happy as a father to her children.” Amethyst Jones placed the tin-type in his pocket, and looked at pealingly, his cigar poised between his fingers. Amethyst Jones pause: The Bayonet FASHIONS The Periscope IN MEN'S COLLARS “You decided that you could not thus be happy,” we said, at last. “Well, you see—there came a second letter from Laura, while I was carnestly considering the matter, saying that she had deter- mined to tell me All.” . “All?” “Yes:—there were two other children, in addition to those of . twins, aged seven, very dear id: the four mentioned in her whom she had already spoken, bo: to Laura—her sons. by her first hus! first letter were by a second husband. “You did not marry Laura,” we said. “LT kept the tin-type,” admitted Amethyst. The Explanation 6CVY DEAR,” said Mr. Hemmandhaw, “I hope you are not planning to buy a lot of new furniture.” Iam not,” replied Mrs. Hemmandhaw, ‘and I don’t know gives you the idea.” This shopping list gives me the idea.” What shopping li: “On this paper which I just picked upoff the floor is written: ‘wash stand, parlor chairs, dining-room table, writing desk, re- frigerator, taboret, piano stool, pedestal, step ladder, cedar chest, music cabinet and garbage can.”” “Oh, that is just a record I was keeping of the things the baby has fallen from this week.” That's Why They Are There The visitors were being escorted through the insane “You seem to be very popular with your patients,” one of the sightseers. “Yes,”" replied the superintendent, “all the inmates are just bout me.” remarked Qualified as to Figures “Are you good at figures?” asked the business man. “T ought to be,” replied the woman who had applied for @ po, sition. “IT used to be wardrobe mistress for a burlesque troupe.”