Judge — February 12, 1921 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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by J. M. Hascros Want ass Tie Cucr or Home-Mane Din-Srures be made for her. A pretty woman, with a bookworm hus band who never went out with her, and a natural taste for friv- olity; still, one must draw a line. “Don’t you think it’s rather a pity?"’ I said “Oh, it is, it is; but what am I do do? L can’t help it,” she 1 i_ | ‘Does the man knows” i “T think so.” h ‘Look here; how would it be if I saw him and spoke to him; asked him to keep out of the way, and all that?” “He wouldn't listen to you, I’m sure.” “Is he a man L know? ] “IL think you have met him, but you hardly know him i. He isn’t in our set.” i “Oh!” id, rather dismayed. She had never } struck me as being that sort of woman. I won i} dered whether it were an actor; some women get crazed over a man they have seen only on the | stage. “TL know it's a terrible thing. T have tried my best to cure myself of it, but I can’t.” she said despairingly. “And—and Lam so terrified lest should guess. Lt is unheard of, but I w Lam quite safe with you.” Me course you are.” 1 stroked the clasped hands gently A father confessor may do that much by way of benediction. ‘But be brave. Put an end to this unworthy infatuation. Go away where you can’t see this fellow for a time.” I was quite ardent in my missionary zeal, and d regarded her anxiously. “Tcan’t. He wouldn't let me.” This was terrible. She had evidently fallen into the hands of some villainous blackmailer, who would never loosen his hold on her until he had wrung the last penny from her. “You have not written any letter, I hope?” “A few”-—very reluctantly. Drawn by J. K. Bayass penter—I pox'r sex wow [CAN MAKE A SECKET COMPARTMENT 1N THUS KIND OF A DESK, BOSS. YOU'D BETTER HIRE A SAFE-DEPOSIT BOX INSTEAL Van Tipple—But wow cax I se RUNNING OUT TO THE VAULT EVERY rie LT WANT A painn? “Mrs, Featherstone, tell ‘me the man’s name, and let me act for you in this matter.” IT am afraid you will be shocked,” she murmured. ot I. Tell me,” L insisted She looked at me with a desper- ate courage in her gray eyes. “Ah; don’t look at me. Turn your head away,” she entreated L obeyed. 1 could hear her quickened breathing, the rustling of her gown, Was she only just holding her tears at bay? It—it—it’s my husband,” she said, And that is the reward of my knight errantry. The Freedom of the City Maid (intruding upon the tea- party)}—Please, mum, there’s a man at the door wants to know can he come in and have a fit in the vestibule? Legitimate Reason Muarjorie—Why didn’t you give Henry a hand when his car broke down, instead of hurrying uu did? by the way Mr.Gaff—Give him a hand? Good Lord, I sold him the car! Sold Bootlegger—Is this cider hard? Farmer—Hard? A half-barrel broke my leg. Once Again the Dull Thud What was that dull and sick’ning thud, anybody stumble? . that was dear old H.C. L comicbooks.com