Life — June 29, 1893 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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A‘: old Dr. Brown has left This land of woes and ills, We miss his face about the town We miss his salves and pills. A slight cold in his head, He had a light case of the grip, He took a dose of deadly drugs, And now the old boy's dead. Yet ‘twas no suicide’s wild act That laid him on the shelf, He simply tried that grand old gag, * Physician cure thyself.” MAKING HIM COMFORTABLE. (Von Blumer has invited his friend Witherby out to spend the night with him at his country residence. They are about to retire, and he ts showing his visttor his room.) ON BLUMER: You had better lock your door before you go to bed, old man. There have been a number of burglaries in this neighborhood lately. " WITHERBY: | am glad you told me, old fellow. skittish on the subject. Was anybody killed ? Von BLUMER: Only one murder. That occurred in the house just opposite. The burglar crept in through the back window and made his way to the front bedroom opposite the ball. WITHERBY: Why, that is just the location of this rcom. Von BLUMER: Precisely. That's where the murder was com- mitted. WITHERBY (¢urning pale): You haven't got any spare fire-arms around the house, have you ? Von BLUMER: I am sorry to say I possess but one revolver, and that’s at the head of our bed upstairs. We did occupy this room, but my wife was so nervous that we moved up one flight; but don’t be unnecessarily alarmed, old fellow. Nething has been heard from the burglars for several nights now, and unless they are planning another attack, they have probably taken themselves off; so make yourself comfortable. WITHERBY (hé ¢eeth chattering): Thanks, old man. But before you go, let me ask you one question. Was that fellow you men- tioned—that murdered man—was he a visitcr? Did he come out frem the city to spend the night ? Von BLUMER: By Jove, now that you mention it, I Lelieve he did, But what on earth are you putting on your coat for ? , WITHERBY (resolutely): Old man, I value your friendship and hospitality very highly ; but life is precious to me, and if the county jail is not mere than ten miles away, I propose to sleep in it to-night. I am a little bit OUNDER: These fin de séécle times are too much for me. I used to think it bad enough when I caught my little brother smoking my cigarettes, What's the matter now? Why, I have to hide them from my little sister now. Officer (to old person): Mave p—NO DON'T WANT TO GO TO SO MAIDEN LANE TO GO TO A HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIXTH STREET. comicbooks.com