Life — September 20, 1888 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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HOW IT ENDED. GAS-LIT room, A A faint perfume Of Roses ; A dimpled face In tangled lace Reposes. A furtive glance, I beg a dance, Adore her ; THE GENTLEMAN FROM SWANZEY. A fluffy fan 6¢6 &ILAS,’ says Aunt Deb, ‘I don’t think you're justi- To sway began— fied in doin’ it. The crops ain't been none too I bore her. good, and the barn needs paintin’. A tender sigh, “*Gosh darn it, Aunt Deb!’ says I, ‘ we've been goin’ on A curt good-bye— that principle all our lives, an’ I’m goin’ to kick over the Feels slighted ; traces jes’ this once, anyhow. Git out your black alpaca, A little kiss, put up some doughnuts, an’ we'll go an’ see what this theatre A dream of bliss, piece about Swanzey amounts to.’ We're plighted. EST that way Aunt Deb Be always thought I was a, a kind of a fool, but I “Teg. ain't sech a fool as I ~: look. I'd figgered out - whatit'd cost, and what I got for the calf last week would jest about : ner take care of it. I hada SEVERE, PUNISHMENT: sort of nateral curiosity HE word “small-pox” fell to Tommy to spell, but he to see just how it was Den Thompson was makin’ so much A pettish pout, A lover's doubt, A quarrel ; The ring returned, The letters burned— A moral. Ffarold van Santvoord, wet floundered hopelessly. money out of a theatre piece, an’ I made up my mind to go. “Tommy,” said the teacher, “ do you know what alittle boy “We got off the boat in New York about milkin’ time in who fails on so simple a word as small-pox ought to get?” the mornin’, an’ it was all I could do to keep hold of Aunt “Yes'm,” replied Tommy, “he ought to get vaccinated.” Deb, an’ keep them New York hackmen from luggin’ her off tight before my eyes. I was too smart to trust any o° them fellers, so I asked a constable the way to the Academy of Music Theatre. He told us how to go, and I'll be darned if folks didn’t almost jostle me and Aunt Deb to pieces. Aunt Deb wanted to stop and look in the windows, but I had read how cute New York pickpockets was, and wouldn't let her. It was a mighty long walk, but, finally, we got there, an’ set down on the front steps to eat our breakfast. “We set there and set there, but I didn’t like to go away for fear I couldn't find my way back. I thought mebbe Mr, Thompson might come around, but he didn’t. Finally, about sundown, they opened the doors, and I gave a feller a silver dollar to let us in. We was the first ones there, but when I'd started to take some seats, a young feller with brass buttons on came and told us them seats was all taken. I asked the darned fool if he couldn’t see there wa’n't no one settin’ in ‘em, an’ he said if we wanted two o’ them seats we'd hev’ to pay a dollar more. My grit was up, and I was goin’ to sail into him fer tryin’ to impose on us just because we was from the country, but Aunt Deb got fright- Os Gunbay ee ened and told me to ask the constable standin’ by the door. N SUNDAY, ARE YOu ? _ 5 e F Johnny: Ot, NO-NO, I—loNLy THOUGHT I'p Take THE pore | did, and he said the young feller was all right—it was the AWAY FROM THE HOUSE SO THAT MY BROTHERS NEEDN'T pe Tule of the house. I made up my mind to speak to Mr. TEMP Thompson about it the next time he come to Swanzey. A CHRISTIAN SPIRIT. Wny, Jonny, Parson's Wif YOU'RE NOT GOING FISHING comicbooks.com