Life — May 5, 1892 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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- LIFE: 285 for the garden was filled with bulls and bears and shouting men, all crazy with excitement. All about him the ground was thickly strewn with bones of innumerable victims, but he boldly started in. Bleating lambs frisked gaily by him, hurrying to their doom, and, later on, their plaintive bah- bahs pierced his soul as they yielded up their fleeces. Wild, shabby looking men, who had lost all they once possessed, were hurrying aimlessly about, having nothing to plant, but fascinated by the excitement of the garden. The trusty hornets guided him to a spot where the soil seemed promising, and there he planted the only gold piece he possessed. Within a minute it began to sprout. He watched it in a fever of anxiety. Up it grew and soon began to throw out little white, rectangular leaves. These leaves were covered with cabalistic inscriptions which enabled the owner to transform them into gold at his pleasure. Noisy bulls and bears tried hard to interfere, and more than once he thought the enterprise was ruined, but the hornets always diverted them by skillful applications of their cruel weapons. Swiftly grew the plant, and many were the leaves. At the proper moment, when they were fully developed and would lose their value if left longer on the branches, Jonathan plucked them all, and hastened from the garden. Some bears came very near upsetting him, but the faithful hornets again saved the treasure by their hot attentions. The shorn lambs and half-demented men who hovered around the outskirts of the garden looked enviously upon him as he hurried away, his hands and pockets filled with the gold-bearing leaves. Jonathan was now enormously rich, Although he marched swiftly along, accompanied by Ohl- stingum and the other hornets, the news of his great luck travelled faster still. When he reached the upper part of the city he saw the wealthy banker, his dazzling daughter by his side, standing on the marble steps of his mansion. The THE BANKER BAPYLED, scornful expression had left his mouth and in its place was a welcoming smile. “Enterprising young man,” he said, reaching forth his hands, “ you shall now marry my daughter.” . “On the contrary,” replied Jonathan, “1 shall now marry a girl whose love for me bears no relation to treasures from Enchanted Gardens.” As he spoke he kept his eyes away from Para Liza for fear of again yielding to the spell. The banker clenched his fist, and a fierce anger shot from his eyes. “ And as for re-establishing old gentlemen in business,” continued Jonathan, “it is more seemly that I should assist my own father than lavish my fortune upon strangers of uncertain reputation.” Then, bowing politely, he turned and strode away. *. . . . * When Dorothy saw Jonathan coming she ran to meet him with a cry of joy, leaving a scorching flat-iron upon her father’s Sunday bosom. They were soon after married and lived happily together in wealth and luxury. J. A, Mitchell, THE WARRANT. HE: Don't you think the Bible justifies the practice of Christian science ? HE: Certainly, It says, “ to die is gain.” HE INEXPER CED ON Jack, Tom, and Harry invariably invite me to go out on the same evening. THE EXPERIENCED ONE: That is the result of hav- ing beaux who are chums. IRST SUN REPORTER: Isn't it hot in this office ? SECOND SUN REPORTER: Yes; the old gentleman must be roasting somebody. comicbooks.com