Judge — May 25, 1918 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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“T saw you at the theatre entrance to-night. You wore them.” “Do you need jewel “T need money. It’s the same thing.” “There are other ways of getting money.” “T’'ve had bad luck.” “And luck, I think, is sometimes a matter depending upon yourself.” She regarded him intently. He was silent. “I wonder if you would let me see your face? He placed the jewel case back, put the revolver in his pocket, and took off his mask. “I suppose I’m a bloom- ing fool, but here | am!”’ His eyes dropped. “You don’t look like a burglar—a criminal. You are big, and strong, and—handsomé. What a pity!” “Thank you, M T'll be going.” He moved toward the door. He seemed under a s “Wait. You say you need money. ell. You will find in that case two rings upon either of which you can realize quite a sum. Take either or both of them. If you'll let me slide out that’s “No, thanks. enough, Miss.” “But...” He had opened the door and disap- peared silently. She listened, holding her breath, but heard nothing. After a little she rose, trembling, opened the door and listened again. Closing the door she threw on a wrap and waited. Five minutes—ten—passed- There was a knock and her mother entered. “Why, dearest,” she said, “I thought I heard some one talking!” “You see I am alone, mother.” “Can’t you sleep? It’s after three o'clock!” “T shall now. Kiss me good morning, please!” she was left alone again. Miss Allenbury never told a soul of the experience. But the face of the young burglar haunted her. Soon the war broke, and she, like others, was engrossed in related matters. Nearly a year passed. Miss Allenbury was with a And ar BE Drawn by Captured German Oficer—You Yankees iss bluffers. gets going! Ve vill show you some real bluffing. ANFORD Tousry But vait till our Bluffing Bureau company of military and society people witnessing a field day at one of the cantonments. A great contingent of soldiers was about to sail for France. English and French officers who had been active in the training were among the viewing party. Miss Allenbury’s escort was Major Castleton, of the British service. As troop after troop marched past the Major commented upon indi- viduals with whom he had come in contact, men of excep- tional ability, although soldiering was comparatively new to them. “Yet war is a terrible thing,” said Miss Allenbury, “when we think of the dangers and hardships these fine fellows are to meet and suffer.” “Tt is dire indeed,” replied the Major. “But it tries men as nothing else can. Some who go into the game from fine circumstances come out moral as well as physical wree And the paradox is furnished by others who go in to escape their reputations and come out like refined gold, leaving their dross behind. War not only tries the stamina of man, but his soul as well. There, I ma ”” he continued, indicating the leader of a passing company, an officer who attracted general attention, “is a chap who will go far. Promotion will come to him quickly for his ability, and those under him will adore him.” “Do you know him?” young officer. “Very well. Captain Brockley. up quickly from a private.” “T should like to meet him.” “Yes? I'll send for him after the review.” Miss Allenbury had recognized her burglar. she asked, looking at the Enlisted. Came At a Movie Rehearsal “The new star doesn’t register any emotion when her hus- band leaves her in the first act.” “Oh, we can’t expect any more. It’s an old story with her; she’s had five leave her already in real life.” The Beautifier “He removes your moles, freckles, and wrinkles and makes you look young again. “The beauty doctor?” “No, our photographer.” When Polly Planks the Shad By McLaxpaurcn Witsos ‘0 other bards I leave The eulogics of grace; Let other folks perceive The beauties of her face. "Tis for her simpler ways I sing in raptures mad, And hymn in greatest praise When Polly planks the shad 1 think the fish condones The fate it must incur And feels it in its bones It likes to hoard with her. It really seems too good, For fear 1 might be sad 1, too, start knocking wood When Polly planks the shad. comicbooks.com