Life — July 12, 1883 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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ee —— oe Peddler ; WHERE 18 DOT LADY WHAT LIVES HERE? Friend at the Wake; Wuist! BE AISY ; SHE DIED TWO DAYS AGO. Peddler: SO HELP ME GRACIOUS, I AM soRRY ! DAYS SOONER I COULD HAVE SOLD HER DOSE TWO NAPKINS SHE BROMISED TO BUY LAST WEEK. Ir I HAD COME TWO endeavor to kill each other is a com- 23 FIRST LOVE. ALLING dew— (‘Twas rather dark) Strolling through Mount Morris park. You were blushing, But for why I can’t say, for So was I. Oh! the vows, That then were spoken, Made like all vows, To be broken. True love's course, The rest you know— Won't rehearse The proverb now. Your pa austere, Raised a fuss; Thought we were Too previous. Your mama, With accents bland, Showed me where The door did stand. Vanished, then, My dreamns of heaven— I was too, And you were seven. Cartos. THAT the principals in the recent Virginia duel have not yet been ar- rested, speaks ill for public sentiment in that State. That two idiots should monplace affair, but that the deed should be openly countenanced by the authorities is disgraceful. breathing was stertorous, and appeared to be accom- plished altogether with his shoulders. His eyes were painfully wide open and bulging. His face was dark red, almost purple, dotted with large beads of perspi- ration. His expression was agonized. “We have almost fetched him,” said the editor, in Chinese. Tom Lee made no reply. He beckoned to the ser- vant, who brought course thirty-nine. Mr. Robeson evidently was not able to speak. His eyes rolled feebly, as if endeavoring to escape the fas- cination of the Deputy Sheriff's gaze, which was never removed from him. With a spasmodic effort he dis- posed of the course. His arms then dropped, and his mouth fell apart. The servant brought course forty. “This isa bully dinner,” said Mr, Thompson. “ Feed it to him,” said Tom Lee to the servant, who stood by Mr. Robeson. The servant did as he was ordered. As he finished Mr. Robeson died. “My country,” exclaimed the Deputy Sheriff, his voice trembling with emotion, “ we have done this for thee!" “China is delivered,” said the editor. “The Mon- golian navy is spared.” “Dinner is finished,” said Tom Lee, rising. The editor rose also. “Isn't there any cheese ?” Mr. Thompson inquired. “No cheese,” the Deputy Sheriff replied. Mr. Thompson rose reluctantly, and followed the patriots from the room. E. D. Beach. comicbooks.com