Life — December 27, 1894 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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

* LIFE: THE MIRROR (as the last picture appears): Then be- hold! And tell what you see. THE BELLE (very softly): 1 see myself again. 1 am sitting in front of a cosy fire of soft coal, sewing something light... Near me is—near me is—yes, it is Jack, Mr. Wil- loughby, I mean. He is talking to me very gayly, and | am smiling and listening. Now the door opens and two chil- dren come bounding into the room: a boy and a girl, They want to bid us * good-night,” they say. They look so much like Jack they might almost be—almost be—his nephew and niece. THE MIRROR (gently): Are you happy ? There is no answer from the belle, for she wakes up with a start, THE BELLE (after looking earnestly at the mirror, which és as bright as crystal): \ have been dreaming, and it is nearly five o'clock. But Iam not sorry. An embarras de choix, Céleste said. I thought so, too, but we were both wrong. [told her | might read and I might write. (Swez/- ing.) Well, | have read a great deal, 1 think I will write a litle. (Wrétes.) My Dearest Jack I don’t think I will keep you waiting a week for my answer. Tam yours as soon as you come to claim me Eruen. Ernest Graham-Dewey. A LOGICAL CONCLUSION. ERRY: An’ phwat med yez quit dhrinkin’, Planxty ? PLANXTY: It wor this way, Terence: Me woife sez to me, sez she, * Planxty, yez can’t give oop the licker, she. I Vought | could, but whin I thried an’ found | couldn't, begorra, | knew it wor toime for me to shtop, an’ so I did. TOM AND HARRY LEAVE THE SCUTTLE OPEN SO THAT SANTA CLAUS CAN GO DOWN, A CHRISTMAS FACT. HE future has a golden tinge. The past, too, may seem pleasant ; But just about the Christmas tide There's nothing like the present. CHRISTMAS STORY—"I did not expect a single present.” * Now, THAT'S WHAT T CALI. CONSIDERATE,” “TL LeFe CEM PLENTY THIS TIME,” comicbooks.com