Life — July 5, 1894 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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> LIFE: I'm the most beautiful beauty that ever was saw,” she murmured, stamping her dainty foot, “ but I can’t be happy without a rich lover and a silver hair-pin !" She did not see the feet-steps of her floor-walker behind her, and she jumped ‘way up when he hissed between his front teeth: “Aha, aha, Pretty Pearlina, so I have discovered why you have refused my heart and both of my hands every Saturday night for two years! You hope to capture some Hoboken swell! But it shall not be! Neverrrr!!! I swear——" Before he could swear, a tall, handsome young man, with a curled moustache and creased pants, sprang forward and threw him upward, out of sight. : : “ Oh, what a lovely man!" screamed Pearlina to herself. “T wonder if he would fall in love with me at first sight if I was rich?" She raised her hinged eyelids, fringe and all, to his, and a double-edged pain of delight hit both their hearts at once. In a moment he had wound his new overcoat sleeves several times around her slender waist; and as she leaned her back- hair against his chrysanthemum, their mouths met in one long, wide ki “Pretty Pearlina,” he cried, instinctively knowing her name and address, “be mine and you shall have a silver hair-pin and never do anything but breathe!” At that moment a cold, haughty beauty, with the usual quantity of curling lip, disdainful eye, and cruel sneer, con- fronted the lovers. “Aha, Reginald Smythe-Smith, so this is the howness with which you keep your promise tome! Aha! And you, you nasty, horrid thing! You think to win him from me, but in one instant and a half you die !!”" A flash of steel, and a silver hair-pin lay interred in Pearlina’s cream-puff sleeve. With remarkable presence of mind, our hero extracted it without pain, and presented it to our heroine as a betrothal gift. “Ain't it nice!" cried Pretty Pearlina, using her flute-like tones. ) Hearing a sharp click, Reginald let up on the shower of | | HE Buys IT AND— assorted kisses that he was raining upon the lovely turned up face near his ascot, and groaned, “ Allis lost!” For the haughty beauty covered them with an army musket that she had concealed in the folds of her dress. Pretty Pearlina pressed his collar button into the stern of Reginald’s neck, and remarked : “ E-e-ee !" Hearing a rush of air above them, our hero looked up. “Saved! he yelled; and, even as he spoke, down came the floor-walker on top of the villainess. Our hero had thrown him so high that he had just returned to earth. A loud explosion followed, and The continuation of Mrs. Gasoline Phlegmmy’s brilliant romance entitled : PRETTY PEARLINA'S PASSION, will be found in No. 1111 of 3 THE SUICIDE COMPANION, now ready and for sale by all noose-dealers. Wallace D. Vincent. BECOMES A POPULAR FAVORITE.