Life — December 27, 1894 — page 39: what you’re looking at

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AFTER A KISS. ON, THAT WAS VERY RUDE OF you! WHAT'S A CONSERVATORY FOR, ANYHOW ? 23 THE CAUSE. I I" gait is springy as he walks, His eye is beaming bright, He straightens up at time: id stalks Is this good man quite right ? Is this the man who, some time since, Was meek as he could be? Who at a shadow mere would wince? It is indeed—'tis he. Then what a change ! trick That's filled his face with joy. He takes you by the shoulder quick And murmurs, “It’s a boy!" Tom Masson ‘Tis Nature's THE EARL’S FATE. HRISTMAS EVE mere Castle. Bleak bitter was the night: without and cheerless within. The old earl sat by his fireside, nursing a gouty toe which he had inherited from a long line of ancestors, whose style of living he envied, but afford to imitate. could not Merciless cred- itors were ready to pounce upon him, for he owed all that he had been able to borrow. As he gazed upon the glowing embers, he thought of his son, Al- gernon—his own boy, Algy—who had crossed the sea to do what he could for the family finances. Up to date, he had not been able to do anything. In his efforts to. pick winners and to captivate heiresses, he had been uniformly unsuc ful. He had even, at times, been brought face to face with the pos- sibility of having to. go to work NO DANGER. : The several times already. HER FRIEND: put him off THE HEIRESS HE HEIRE! fellow has proposed to me Aren't you afraid he will get tired if you Never! He is out of a job. THEIR FEELINGS. ITHERBY : Your wife tells me she has just finished her Christmas shopping. I should think you would feel blue. PLANKINC black and blue. That's nothing to my wife. She feels = = Poor Algy! Hark! That is the sound of sleigh bells! Nearer it comes and nearer; and the earl listens. The sleigh has There is bustle and exci ment below, and then a servant enters with a cable; The earl's fingers tremble: opens the en stopped at Earlsmere Castle. convulsively, of course elope. The signa It re: Tears of joy start to his ey “Algernon.” The word blinds him. The message is short. the moment, he can read no more. He looks at the message again. captain's daughter.” Wretched man! He knew as little about the New York police as you and I, gentle reader, used to know about bunco “Engaged to a police steering. comicbooks.com