Life — October 2, 1884 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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194 nose, fell to the ground, and the right lens striking a pebble was shattered into fragments. Suddenly Sybil put forth a white arm. “ Here, Adelbert,” she said, shaking two little white pellets from a small phial which she had industriously sought for in her chatelaine bag, “ take these; you will feel better in the morning.” She knew his moods. The moon hung low in the sky. A faint breeze, odorous with the balm of oleanders, rustled the leaves overhead, Then Adelbert staggered to his feet, and kissing the tips of his fin- gers to Sybil disappeared like a noiseless shadow in the gloom. . 5 Soon she heard the faint dip of oars in the lake; and as the sickly pale moon with a mournful look of tenderness and re- gret sank beneath the shaggy hills, she picked up her copy of Plato, readjusted her back hair, and moved ‘silently, like a mysterious Hamadryad in a trance, to her vine-clad boudoir. H. V. S. WATERMELON is good but a grateful nation stands ready to erect a statue to any ingenious gardener who by copious and consistent grafting shall at last achieve the production of brandy-and-watermelon. NOT THAT HE LOVED C/ESAR LESS. Johnny: MA, MAY I TAKE THE BABY CARRIAGE, I WANT TO PLAY WITH IT FOR A LIT Mothes TOO; YOU KNOW THAT THE NE YOU DON") WHILE? DID FIREMAN. RIAGE W BE THE FIRE PULL. V | MAKE TH HUM! WELL, JOHNNY, | SHOULD THINK YOU MIGHT ASK TO TAKE BABY NURSE HAS NOT ARRIVED YET. LOVE YOUR LITTLE BROTHER VERY MUCH, JOHNNY. Johnny : OH, YES I DO, MA; HE SHALL COME TOO; HE’LL MAKE A SPLEN- BILLY GUBBINS HAS HIS MOTHER'S CLOTHES LIN INE AND THERE'LL BE ABOUT TWE3 -LIFE: MR, BLAINE’S TOUR. OT content with emulating Mr. Horace Greeley as a bad candidate for the Presidency, Mr. Blaine has shown his appreciation of that gentleman's wisdom, and, in accordance with his advice, has “gone West.” It is to be hoped that the hero of the hour will not stop short of Salt Lake City, for a few weeks there will serve to fit him for the rigid hardships of his intended trip up the Salt River early in November. Thanks to the generosity of that anti-monopoiistic corpora- tion, the New York Central Railroad, Mr. Blaine was fur- nished with a special train for his transport, and the Hon. Chauncey M. Depew, whose well-known opposition to mo- nopolies of every sort has gained him the proud title of the Workingman’s Friend, was deputed to go along with the can- didate to speak a few words of encouragement, so as to make people believe in spite of themselves that Mr. Blaine has a ghost of a show. Mr. Depew spoke so well that a rumor has gained cur- rency that he almost believes in Blaine himself. Thanks also to Mr. Elkins, suitable “crowds” were fur- nished at all the principal stopping points en route. The first stop made at Yonkers was but a forerunner of MUSICAL. ¢¢ JT WISH,” said Noggins, “ that Thomas would get his or- chestra to play that thing of Han- del's where they commence with fifty performers and stop one by one, leaving the stage until only one musician is left.” “Yes,” replied Jings, “I'd like to hear that. Something like a piece of Wagner’s I heard last winter.” “ How 's that ?” “Well, you see, when they started there were about four hundred peo- ple in the audience, and as they got on and commenced to shoot music into all four quarters of the globe, the folks began to git. When the affair came to an end there were only thirteen people left in the id they stand it?” “Oh, all right. They were all deaf mutes from the Island. They can tell how the music sounds by the air that comes out of the in- struments. Fine thing that!” 1 AM AFRAID It's a Weiss man knows his own THE CAR- | beer, TY BOYS TO RIGHT-aBouT Face—The hair. comicbooks.com