Life, 1894-04-19 · page 5 of 14
Life — April 19, 1894 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Life Magazine Page 253 This page contains two distinct pieces: **"A Bovine Repartee"** (upper left): A humorous four-line poem about a cow, dog, and cough—a light-hearted joke with no political content. **"Gone Forever"** (main text): A romantic short story about a woman named Mildred waiting for her absent lover, Edward Cashmere, to return after two years abroad. The narrative describes her emotional turmoil upon his unexpected arrival, only to discover he is not the same devoted man who left her. The accompanying illustrations depict rural/Western scenes (a cowboy with a rifle, figures in rain and fields) that appear to illustrate the story's setting or provide thematic accompaniment rather than direct political satire. This page represents *Life's* broader editorial content beyond political commentary—mixing light verse with serialized fiction typical of early 20th-century periodicals.
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- LIFE: A BOVINE REPARTEE. H E picked up a hickory bough, And aimed a wild blow at the cough ; But the brute, with a laugh, Bellowed forth, ** I'm no caugh,” And the little dog tittered ‘* bough ! wough !"" GONE FOREVER. J T was afternoon, There was a slight haze over- head, and the scurrying clouds in the Western sky boretheirwarning of the com- ing shower to the passers-by on the avenue, who hurried swiftly along, some with their overcoats turned up, ,} ‘and others more free and \ easy, with the hurried air of the Metropolitan pedestrian. It was not a pleasant after- noon in any sense of the word, and yet to Mildred Twilling, as she paced rapidly up and down the drawing room of her father’s princely mansion, on the avenue, it was the gladdest, gayest afternoon in the whole year—for was he not coming? As she stopped to think of what this meant to her her heart gave a great throb of joy. Yes,he was coming at last—her tall, broad-shouldered lover, who had said good-bye to her on that terrible night, two years ago, and had left her, to roam in foreign lands and now, now he was coming. She held his letter in her hands, and even as she stood thus, with all the cager joy of anticipation in her beautiful face, a tall and sunburned stranger with the distinguished air of one who has traveled much, alighted from a carriage that but a moment before had rolled up to the door, walked slowly up the steps and rang the bell. It needed but a glance to see that Edward Cashmere was not the same impassioned lover that had torn himself away two years before. His f anxious, perturbed, and showed no trace of the great joy that should have been his, He hesitated a moment in the hall, and then, summoning all his resolution, threw open the drawing-room door and stood face to face with the woman who had clung to him so passionately at parting, and whom he had promised even as he kissed her farewell, to be faith- ful to. And now, what was he to bring her? Nothing but a record of broken promises, the charred ashes of a dead love. “ Edward,” she said, looking up into his face with a search- ing gaze, as if she would read his very soul, “have you nothing to say tome? After two long years of waiting, do you come back to me now only to tell me—ah, have I guessed your secret ?—that your heart is another's ?”” With a quick gesture of despair he hurried from her, and burying his face in his hands muttered hoarsely, “ Alas ! have you so soon learned the truth? Yes, indeed, it is but too 253 HIS TRUST IN PROVIDENCE WAS NOT MISPLACED. comicbooks.com