Judge, 1918-11-09 · page 5 of 36
Judge — November 9, 1918 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis This page from *Judge* magazine contains a short story titled "New Tales for Old" by Terrell Love Holliday, not a political cartoon. The illustration at top depicts a scene from the narrative—showing figures in a rural or outdoor setting. The story itself appears to be a domestic drama: Mrs. Spatmore awaits her husband Lionel's return home, and when he arrives, they have an emotional confrontation about their relationship and separation. The narrative then shifts to introduce a character named Harry Gilstude. This is **fiction content**, not satire or political commentary. The proverb in the heading, "Every Cloud Has Its Silver Lining," suggests the story explores romantic reconciliation or redemption themes typical of early 20th-century popular magazine storytelling.
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D y Axces MacDons Every Croup Has Its Sirver Lixinc New Tales for Old By ‘Terrett Love Houiipay Otp Styte RS. SPATMORE, red-eyed from much weeping, sat in her boudoir, waiting for the final act in her domestic dram For months it had been evident that Lionel’s love was cooling, and at last came the end. “Come in,” she called, roused from her painful reverie by a tap at the door. Lionel entered but made no move to seat himself, and his wife did not ask him to do so, “Prudence,” he blurted, after a fidgety moment, “there is no use of prolonging an unpleasant matter. It is better that we go our separate ways, isn’t it?” “If you think so,” she quavered, breathing Suddenly she sprang up, white-faced and ag “Oh, why didn’t you go sooner “T hoped that conditions might change,” apologized Lionel, stiffly. The red surged into her teary cheeks. “Then there would have been only one to leave. Now ie “Prudence!” Almost'roughly he seized her. ‘Tell me what you mean!” She pulled his head down and whispered. “Will you forgive me?” he begged, holding her close. “And let me stay with you and our 7 “Of course,” she answered softly, winding her arms about his neck. New Styie HARRY GILSTUE, in riding togs, ran up the steps of his country place just in time to meet Mrs. Gilstue coming out of the house. She wore a smart comicbooks.com