Life — December 29, 1892 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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20 *~ LIFE: THE HOME OF ROMANCE. ADRIAN: Oh, no. ve already found out that you re- Scent: The deck of a steamer on the Caledonian Canal, verse the process. You turn gold into anything that takes defccen Bananieland Inverness, Inthe Highlands’ of See your fancy. We have ten trunks filled with the results of ° York, and re your necromancy. Think of the duty on them! ded. DIANA: —a real home of romance comes high. But you should be thankful that Iam a simple villa, and not DRIAN: They like to call this a great castle with scores of retainers. They are expensive. the “Home of Roman though the \ The Wise Adrian. \ of N \ The Gentle Diana. § cently t Char scTeRs Tine: The Present—midsummer, ADRIAN: You shall always be “just as high as my heart.” DIAN ‘ottish lands sible for itall, The true home of romance is the warm heart of a man or woman: were respor I'll remind you of that some day. It isn’t safe to make pretty speeches to a tyrannical wife. ADRIAN: Very well—we'll tle up * some day, ave lots of old scores to set- and you can , ‘ ) I'm making note of th , because you casily find that in other lands than the Highlands. DIANA: Even in New DIANA: Lean. For instance, | think you are a wrong York? in poking fun at the Scotch for calling this the “home of ApRtan: | found it romance.” Think of the romantic places we have scen in there—but what a search | the past three days. (Rapidly turns the leaves of a guide made for it! 1 began to think 4004.) There was the place where Koderich Dhu and Fits- chs. know we car's disagree on our wedding journey. that it was as elusive as the Philosopher's stone. One day, when AN: A quiet little bit of forest, that no one would | was despairing, 1 met you. look at if Sir Walter had not written a poem. Diana: But I don’t turn what | touch into gold. Diana: And there was EVlen's Isle. { tt i | i ansannvene| { cl ay Ee A PLEASING RESULT. SCENE: A Minister's Study. Time: Christmas Morning (Enter group of pupils.) Spokesman: MISTER TEACHER; US DOYS WHAT IS SUNDAY SCHOOL PUPILS UNDER VOU, WISIN’ TO SHOW OUR 'PRECIATION OF THE PAINS YOU HAVE TOOK WITH OUR MORAL TRAININ’ DURIN' THE PAST YEAR, BEG YOU WILL ACCEPT THIS HERE BOOK AS A TOKEN OF OUR LOVE AN’ ESTEEM, [T'S THE LIFE OF JIT CORRETT, AN’ IT'S HOUND AS HAN'SOMELY AS WE COULD GET IT DID, ANT WE WISH A MERRY CHRISMAS AN HAPPY New Year's ! you comicbooks.com