Life — October 1, 1891 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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THE SAD REFLECTIONS OF MORTIMER GAYBOY. O tell her that he was not a marrying s one of the hardest things Mort- y ever had todo. The little ame in her voice when she said she had never thought he was, betrayed to hima weight of disappoint- © ment in her feminine heart which made him feel that he had been rather acad. Br SUAON ES REEEENE He had been back from the country whole week, now, but, try as he would, he could not get that plaintive note out of his ears. And her face, too, turned up in the moonlight with a little look of defiance in the cyes, and a traitorous quivering of the lip, would not out of his sight. He was sitting at his desk, and, after vainly striving to lose himself in his work, aban- doned himself to thoughts of his Summer's infamy. * Confound those newspaper men,” he said to himself.“ I thought she was only one of their ‘Summer girls,’ and that when Fall came she would be ready to forget all about m “ That's the woman of it, though—they always do what you don't expect them to do. : * How the dickens was I to know she was in earnest? And she was so easy,too! Let me call her Gladys the third time we met. If that wasn't the mark of a Summer girl, I don't know what is. “ And then when we got caught in the rain and I held her hand under the blanket. Great Scott! Why didn’t she get offended instead of laughing at me and saying that if | could get any comfort out of it she didn’t mind? I don't know a fellow who wouldn't think she was fooling. “| don't know what [ said to her that night on the piazza when she let me kiss her. Suppose | told her | loved her. She ought to have known better, though, than to take it so blessed seriously. Why couldn't she have looked at it the same way I did—enjoy ourselves for a few weeks and then come back to town and no harm done ? “But she was piucky, though, poor little devil. Never said anything disagreeable or made any fuss. just that one little sob—if it was a sob— and then she tried to laugh. Poor little girl! Hang it, I'm a brute, and I'll never look at another woman as long as I live. (A/oid.) What's that, W " “ The boy said he was to get an answer.” “Him. *M. Gayboy, Esquire’—I wish folks would learn to spell out my front name— Dear Sir: We would be obliged if you would call at our office tc-morrow (Tuesday) morning at ten o'clock, We have Gladys Wilkins, but we think that by conferring with us you may be able to avoid the annoyance and publicity of a suit. Yours very truly, Suem and Doem, Attorneys.’ Very well, Willic. ‘Tell the boy to say ‘All right.’ Well, I'll be blessed. Well, well, wel/’ Summer girl! Gladys! No wonder she was plucky. Of all the monu- mental, confounded idiots on earth— Metcalfe. Ree: How did the Sphinx get the credit for being so wise, papa ? WENT BY HERE ABOUT AN HOUR AGO? Mr. Norris: By keeping his mouth shut Lion: ON, He's OUT OF SIGHT. for three thousand years. The Leopard: WAT BO YOU THINK OF THAT MAN WITH A CAMERA WHO comicbooks.com