Life — November 22, 1894 — page 13: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THANKSGIVING OBSERVANCES. A DOMESTIC TRAGEDY. HERE was sorrow in that little home. “T shall never forgive him! Never! Never!” she cried. Then she threw herself upon a divan and wept bitterly. There was a ring at the door bell. “Ah, my dear mother, it is you !" she exclaimed, as a woman of commanding presence entered the room. “It is 1," was the answer. “ Why do I find you weeping ?” “T have been cruelly treated by the man whom I had trusted—the man whom we led—who led me to the altar.” “ Has he struck you ?” “ Worse !"" “Deserted you? Left you to face poverty alone ?” “ Worse. He—he asked me to mend his trousers.” * And you?” “Trefused. And now—oh, horrors—I cannot tell * Speak, my child, speak A GUILTY PALM. “He has worn my bicycle bloomers down to his “FEODORA, YER HAVE BIN A DECEIVIN'’ oF ME, YER HAND TELLS — Offic ME YER HAVE BIN MARRIED TWICET !" “ Wretch !" Philander Johnson. comicbooks.com